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If you see me walking or running on the track at the YMCA with one hand gripping an invisible stick and the other an invisible throttle, followed by salivation at the end, it can only be one thing on my iPod: Queen, “One Vision”: A funny story, that. There was some confusion in at Nogglestead […]

If you see me running on the track at the gym, and if my right arm looks like it’s twirling a lever action shot gun instead of pumping, you should know immediately what song I’m listening to. “You Could Be Mine” by Guns ‘n’ Roses. In addition to being on one of the Use Your […]

Watch closely when I’m working out at the gym, singing along silently to the music on my iPod. You can tell what I’m listening to by what I do. For example, if it looks like I’m having flashbacks to popular media depictions of ‘Nam, it could be one of two songs. “Paint It Black” from […]

When last we discussed my playlist at the gym, I said if I curled my lip, you could tell I was listening to Billy Idol. Well, I’m afraid I’ve adjusted my playlist, and that instruction is no longer operative. If I curl my lip, watch to see if I’m subtly flipping long hair that I […]

If you see me walking, running, riding, or whatnot and my lip suddenly curls into a sneer, you can bet your bottom pound that it’s a damn fool Billy Idol lip.

If you see me at the gym, looking like I’m mumbling to myself about being Nova Scotian, you might think that I’m planning on moving to Canada’s Maritime provinces after the presidential election. Don’t worry (or get your hopes up). I’m just listening to….

When you see me running like Forrest Gump around the track above the YMCA gymnasiums, take a look at my arms. Are they pumping madly like I’m trying to use my upper body strength to pull me around the track one more time? Or are they pumping like the wheels on a freight train? If […]

If you happen to catch me at the gym with an Existentialist look on my face, kinda wondering what I’m doing there perhaps, it could be that I’m listening to a song with a chorus that includes the lines: I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t really matter…. […]

It’s not uncommon at the YMCA for me to start thrashing on the walking track (but only in the walking lane for safety reasons). It looks more like a seizure than it used to because I no longer have flowing golden locks: But watch closely: when I’m at the gym, does it look like I’m […]

I’m old enough that I just don’t care how I look, so when I’m working out at the gym, I often lip sync the words with the songs that come on the radio. At least, I hope I’m not really singing the words. And sometimes I’ll smile when I hear a song I haven’t heard […]

One of our new administration of cats is a largish orange tabby. Because he was the biggest of the three we got at the same time, I nicknamed him the Big Bopper. When we got another male in the new administration, I nicknamed him the Little Bopper. However, the kitten has grown bigger than the […]