My Pace Daiou

T-2; 7:59: 38 minutes

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So it rained again. But here's a pic for Jorghnassen's avatar! :D 

You're Gonna Make it After All!

T-4; 11:29 (n number of pluses) 40 minutes. i think it was 5 km. i'll have to check with Google again.

Everybody was Kung-fu Fighting!

T-5; 12:00 p.m. on the dot ++ 33 minutes - felt like i was gonna throw up in the middle of it ++ 500 paces from home ~150 m!

I gave up on the song names. Unless you have ideas.

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"Ah yeah, ah yeah, you gotta believe!" Nostalgia is always a big seller. For instance, Ghostwriter, the series that was on PBS and not the "new" one on CBS, was one of our favourite shows in our pre/early teen days. At least for some of us. Ok, maybe I was the only one who watched the dang thing. Anyway, it was uncanny how sometimes when you look too hard, you find people in reality who look like those on television. Which happened at my school, actually. Well, I thought he did anyway. Not only that, but B also thought our friend's best guy friend in another country looked like Jamal (Sheldon Turnipseed). Should we actually ever get another look at the photo, I would highly doubt it anyway.

I digress. It was a thread on the Something Awful forums a few days ago. But they mentioned on that thread the absolute best math show ever for kids was on PBS, the wonderfully 90s quétaine SQUARE 1. My brother would even watch the "Mathman" segment where a Pac-man clone with a football helmet would mouth-flappingly wander around the board looking for specific numbers or shapes that would satisfy the quest of the day. It was an extremely rare skit where he would actually not fail, since every single other skit he would defiantly eat something wrong and get pulsated to bits by a tornado. We all gasped in unison at that miracle.

What does that have to do with me? Sort of how I expect people to react when I tell them I finish the 5 km run without stopping.

Too cold to run

It is raining cold, blowing, bird doo today.

Addendum: Not only did it pour Rita leftovers all day all over our city (just like Katrina earlier this month, and Ophelia last year), but it flooded the nearby road (boulevard Hamel, if you have any idea where that is) for a "couple" blocks, good and wet. It shut down the road and therefore all the restaurants and businesses there too.

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I came upon the Mario Opera through Boingboing today, and I can't get over how well it is put together so far. If it ever gets put into a show, I swear I'm going to get a passport just so I can see it wherever it's being put on.

Speed

T-6; 13:25 ++ passed the halfway mark, 9 minutes. times 3. BOOYAH! - still ended up in the middle of nowhere + jogged back part of it.

I think I got the number of days wrong though.

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We went to Trinity at first, then when the service ended at noon we went straight to the cathedral in old Quebec. Why? Because the (outgoing) govenor general was attending the service there for the (last?) time. Thus, we got to see Her Royal Hindquarters'(?!) representative in person. Surprisingly, she wasn't as short as I imagined, but she was still pretty small. My mother told me that despite her taiwanese background, she doesn't know how to speak taiwanese. (She then made the allusion that I was very much like Adrienne Clarkson, but I highly doubt it... right?)

I was going to take a picture, but it was seriously creepy with all those bodyguards and army guys around. Yet, others took pictures, but I figure I don't want to look like a suck-up creep or whatever. Anyway, I'll just say that I dressed up nice for the occasion. (No, I didn't shake hands, it was already creepy enough.)

We arrived after the service, so after about ten minutes of milling around with freaky wannabes and kids (!?!) serving wine and cheese, she finally took off in her convoy of dark shiny cars to her residence (but not for long) in the citadelle. Pretty classy.

Gambatte!

T-7; 13:00 (omg! woke up at 12:40) + 18 minutes - still ended in the middle of nowhere + i can see my muscles!

I can tell how much pesticide is sprayed on the old landfill site that I pass by since those dead or pathetically dying insect bodies are all over the place. If you don't hear crunching in every step, it means that you've left the area.