I was recently involved in a Facebook conversation with my dear friend Barb Anderson (@fitnessbybarb on Twitter). She’s a remarkable trainer. Anyway, I gave this quote:
A trainer is worth their weight in gold. Sadly, there is a lot of fool’s gold out there.
Real pilots don’t need to boast about their kill/loss ratio.
It’s good to enjoy sex but only if you’re aware that it’s happening.
Recently, I had one of my clients send me an email. I’ve been with this client for a while, watching them progress, watching them screw up, repeatedly. I don’t judge. I don’t step in. Everyone needs to find their own breaking point, that place where it’s either walk away from a healthy lifestyle, or embrace it completely. Continue reading
I’ve played various social games in my life. I’m currently playing a couple of different MMOs, and no, one of them will never be World of Warcrap. I know I’ll once again sound like a CCP fanboi, but I have to admit, for those that do roleplay within EVE Online, there is a welcoming level of commitment and maturity to it. Sure, we have our asshats like everyone else, and yes, CCP encourages that general behaviour, yet just the same, there is a refreshing level of immersion within our roleplay community. Continue reading
I’ve been told by many a female in my lives that the cucumber is a very versatile
tool food. Regardless of shape, size or thickness, it is something that simply cannot be gone without. Don’t think it’s only the ladies that sing the praises of the humble cucumber, I myself can attest to their glory. I’m quite fond of the cucumber. Quite fond indeed. Continue reading
A slut sleeps with everyone. A bitch sleeps with everyone but me.
Complimenting a woman on the perkiness her new bra purchase brings, rarely goes over well. Unless you’re me.
Welcome back, Colonel Wieler. Perhaps it’s a coincidence that you decided to rejoin the ranks just as ##### and I chose to come out of retirement. Perhaps not. Either way, it warms my heart to see you in Dal once more. Continue reading
When he found me, I was passed out in the lower civilian levels, a dark alley behind a local station pub, favoured by the norms. I’d been heading towards my rented room and stopped to clear my spinning head, but that last pint of Ethanol had gotten the best of me. I’d curled up in a corner between two cozy walls instead and closed my eyes. Continue reading