Holy crap. I just finished a two-hour tae kwon do class followed by
a
little swimming and a
cool-down stretch. I’m all tuckered out. This is part of a move on my
part
toward physical
fit-itude. Watch future blogs to see my willpower wane and crumble.
So my column Thursday was certainly an outlier. I apologize if it
caught
anybody off
guard. I promise the next one will be more Mason-y. I just needed to
get some
things off my
chest. When it ran Thursday, there were already some things I wished I
would
have said and
others I wish I could have said more clearly. But honestly, I’m too
exhaused
to get into that
now.
Did anybody see the Sci Fi Channel’s “Children of Dune” series? It
was so
cool, I started
reading the original “Dune” book so I can catch up on everything. I
never was
much for
science fiction. Hell, I never was much for reading. But on the rare
occasions
that I pick up a
book for fun, I like to sign on to well-established franchises. This
way, if
the book is good, I
just pick up the next one instead of having to find an entirely new
book.
Bookstores scare
me because there is too much there. If I don’t know exactly what
I’m
looking for, I will
get lost and there will be an expensive search instigated by local
authorites
which will
eventally find me living on sugar packets from the coffee shop (all
bookstores
have them
nowadays) and sleeping in back issues of The New York Times huddled
somewhere
near the
calendars.
So apparently now I’m going to watch male strippers on Sunday and
write a
column about
it. I just got talked into it by Jackie and Julie. Holy crap. Look
forward to
that online next
week.
One last thing: Click
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find out
where my recent infatuation with “holy crap” comes from.
Mason out.