Brainstorming (Pt. 8)

I'm back!

I mean, I wasn't away or something.

Actually my ass was glued to my desktop.

I was worrying on my paper, and finally yesterday I've sent it out. I've done my job. Now is in the hands of something/someone that doesn't have nothing in common with science. I delivered honest and solid science. Now it's up to luck/connections/politic/magic/fate to decide.

If you're outside this world, this big family of hate called "science" you can't understand (one day I will explain). If you belong to the family, you know what I mean.

Anyway, I was so busy that I haven't time to write anything interesting, and honestly, after a day spent staring at a screen, juggling with Photoshop, Illustrator, Words and company, my desire to spend more time writing thing in the blog was under my feet.

Ok, done with the intro. Here the trash bin of my brain...

- It's hug-a-tree week/month/whatever, so now more than ever, hug a tree like there is no tomorrow.

- "Shine on you crazy diamond" early in the morning it's an experience, not a song.

- It's again that time of the year, when squirrels feel the heat, when flowers and trees are blossoming, when temperature are lovely and when douchebags are running almost naked. Ah, spring!

- Look at this huge salamander! it's huge!

- Ghost. I have a ghost in my bedroom. And it's fine, I'm not complaining. It doesn't bother me... It's like the feeling of this presence in my bedroom, kind of scary kind of who-cares... It usually happens when I'm not sleeping yet, but also I'm not completely awake... Usually it tickles my feet or whispers thing that I cannot understand, but the other night it woke me up yelling "It's me, it's god!!". So, here's my request: dear ghost, if you have something to say, say it, but please, let me sleep. Now, if instead you're god for real, please choose another one because I'm definitively not in your team (as you can see, I write your name without capital letter).

- Ok, I don't believe in any ghosts or god, but it would be nice if it was real (the ghost part, I mean, not the god one. The god-one who cares...)...

- ...and speaking of that, I've always been attracted by the classic ghost stories, since I was a kid. I like the atmosphere and the mood of those stories...

- If you want to read a really good graphic novel from Italian authors (do not worry, it's in English), please help the campaign here: Rim City.

- I'm in deep crisis with my music: I don't know what to listen.

- The other day I saw a squirrel doing the imitation of Phil Anselmo (I swear, it was exactly in this pose, looking with disgust another squirrel), and it was great! Actually I laughed a lot. I was thinking about the story of this tough squirrel (I will call it Philip the Squirrel), and all the consequences of this, like he has an album titled "Vulgar display of squirrels", and then he become addicted to drugs and he OD with nuts, etc, etc...

- Once again: I want to climb!! But the idea of that crowded/annoying/stinky gym makes me sick.

- Stupid dream I had last week: I was one the character from Master of the Universe, and I was fighting my enemy inside a CVS...

- I'm tired... My legs are tired. I didn't recover properly from my last race, and now I'm paying it...

- ...and speaking of races, I need to find a couple of 50 miles to run (plus other ultras). I'm already in for the  El Scorcho (let's see if I can do better than last year [9th overall]), I want to run the insane 9 hours/2 miles loop/night-to-morning at the new Fossil Trail (I'm just guessing the name, I'm lazy and I don't want to search), I want to run some Capt'n Karl's (it would be nice run all the races, but unfortunately I don't have time) and definitively I want to have my revenge on Cactus Rose and trying to do better. Also, I want to run a (couple of) 100 km, just to get myself in the condition to run a 100 miles.

Hey, I wrote a lot this time...
This one is for Philip the Squirrel.