I was flossing last night—as I always do— and I was struck by not how much I use, but how much I don’t use. Let me explain:
After I pull out the desired length, I wrap some around my finger, then, as it slips off, I proceed to wrap more because of course, floss slips. Gripping the other end tightly, but not tightly enough, forces me to wrap the end around my other finger until only a short length it available for use.
Now, flossing requires an orchestrated ballet of movements, as the used potion is wound, while the other is unwound. In the end, most of the floss has been used only to maintain tautness. I would suspect that 50% of all floss never experiences the joy of the dance of oral hygiene.
Some superheroes use their powers for evil—[boo, hiss]—others for the good of humanity—[Yay!]. Superpowers come in all forms: genetic, accidental, mutation, experimental, or otherworldly intervention.
We can’t all be so lucky (unlucky?), but we all have some hidden talent. Maybe not talent enough to be on that show—or that other show that’s kinda like that show, but something that when harnessed can only be described as…well, meh.
Some people may use their talent for evil—[boo, hiss]—others for…well, for themselves, never to be revealed to humanity. Sometimes people just need to know, so here is your chance. I’ll go first.
My not-so-super-superpower is the ability to get toothpaste out of the tube long after most people would have given up and tossed it away. How long, you ask? Days? Yes. Weeks? It’s been done.
When did people start making New Year’s resolutions? Don’t 90% of all resolutions fizzle out in the first month?
Did you make one? Has it fizzled or still going strong?
I didn’t make one per se, but I’ve been trying not to snack at night (not having chips in the house helps), and even though I like to be active every day (the -30 C winter temperature doesn’t help), I’m trying to overcome my aversion (loathing? distaste? abhorrence? Call it what you will) of the dreaded burpee.
Wait. The what?
“The Burpee is named for a physiologist named Royal Huddleston Burpee. For his Ph.D. thesis at Columbia University in 1940, he invented exercise as a way to assess the fitness of non-active adults.“
In a nutshell: Starting in a standing position, you squat, place your hands down as you jump your feet back, do a push-up, return to the squat, and jump up with arms extended up.
[Gee, that sounds like fun.]
It doesn’t take many to get the heart pumping. So, I’ve been trying to do at least 10 each day.
I woke up this morning and realized that I had not fully prepared my newsletter for today, or my post. Why am I telling you this? Probably because I am obsessed with word count (not really) during NaNoWriMo. I also realized that I missed posting my Miniscules cartoon to Instagram. Actually, I missed drawing it completely, so there is a special one (Special? That’s a bit of an overstatement) included today.*
NNaNoWriMo Totals to Date:11 772 words, 16 cups of coffee, one cup of Earl Grey, one cup of tea (unknown), two glasses of Rum &Coke, one glass of cabernet, and a half-pint of a Session IPA.
People have been asking me, “Leon, what is the first cartoon you drew?” (Well, that’s a lie.) But here it is:
I realized that my update could be a bit misleading. One reader may have thought that it was a previous day’s total (not monthly) which would be good for word count, but the coffee/beverage intake is quite alarming. So, here are the monthly totals:
NaNoWriMo Totals to Date: 6400 words, 10 cups of coffee, one cup of Earl Grey, one glass of cabernet, and a half-pint of a Session IPA.
In the “that’s just mean” category:
I went to the NaNoWriMo site to update my progress. Now I know I am a slow writer, and I’m nowhere close to the 1666 words/day required to reach the goal by the end of the month (and, I’m OK with that), but c’mon, when this graphic shows up on my stats page:
Want to rub more salt in the wound? Thanks a bunch for the words of encouragement*…