Okay, P.E. teachers really have to learn that there are some people out there who have never given a shit about their subject until they have to pass it in order to graduate. Yes, that means explaining how the weight pins work.
Oh, and my sneakers are killing me. Not just because I have to wear them and hear my feet complaining about wearing shoes and socks in the summer, although there is that. No, the rear right pad seems intent on eating through my tendons.
That said, I found it interesting that while I am surrounded by people more athletic than myself, they all had trouble walking long distances, which, aside from the trouble I'm having with my sneakers, is something that I find effortless.
Yesterday, I didn't feel like doing anything but read. This is not unusual, but the thing is, I didn't really have anything keeping me from doing this. It was such an agonizingly beautiful day, though, that I felt like doing it outside.
I went to Cunningham Park, and found my way through a nifty forest trail to a nice clearing, where I stayed for about a half an hour before I realized that I was on the menu for several different species of insect.
On my way out, I came to a fork in the path. Figuring I'd leave the wooded area in a different manner, I followed the other path from the one I used to come in. I came across another clearing, this one, however, was a lot smaller and had some items in it, including a cart and some articles of clothing hanging on a line.
"Ah!" said I to myself. "This is no mere collection of junk. This is some bag lady's home."
I quickly got myself out. I really did feel like I was violating somebody's personal space by being there. I don't feel guilty about having stumbled across it (I have explored every inch of several of the local parks, I was bound to come across this area at some point or another), but I did feel that a person had marked that place as their own.
Both myself and Suit agree that the touch of having Seamus and Neville adorned with Gryffindor colored face-paint is one of the funnier subtle touches in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
We have different interpretations of the wizard in the Leaky Cauldron reading Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time (while stirring his tea with a spoon he's not touching - natch). Suit thinks it is because he's a pretentious shit, while I look at it as being something akin to reading a Harry Potter novel.
The only book which doesn't take place in Narnia at all, per se, you're the story of a voyage to find the end of the world and hopefully the Seven Lost Lords (remember Rhoop!). You contain some of the most unique people and places and beautiful descriptions of the whole series.
Find out which Chronicles of Narnia book you are.
I guess this makes sense. This always was my favorite of the books. I loved the description of the sea towards the end of their journey, where the water was so clear that they could see the surface of the ocean floor. For some reason, that stayed with me, along with the sense of scale that Lewis managed to impart there.
Plus, I loved Reepicheep.