A study of wellness.

I'm perfectly fine, fit as a fiddle.

4 (8.7%)

I'm pretty good, could always be a little better.

22 (47.8%)

I'm okay.

11 (23.9%)

I donno man, things aren't all that great.

6 (13%)

I'm fucked up, this is not going well.

3 (6.5%)

Total Members Voted: 22

[Bill Brasky]

Physically, I'm fine. Have been getting pulled in too many directions for the last couple of weeks between work and family though, so the mental state is beginning to suffer. Nothing that getting back the "me" time for the daily cycling won't fix.

My kid started playing the saxophone.  According to some, it won't sound terrible forever. 

Be sure to buy her some reeds as a gift.

Yeah, she's not very organized.  I'm stocking up.  What worries me is her losing the whole damn sax. 

[Bill Brasky]

I'm A-Okay, physically. Emotionally, I'm experiencing weirdness; but, I've decided to blame it on the changing of seasons.

Have you accepted TheLordJesusChrist as your personal savior? 

[Bill Brasky]

I'm A-Okay, physically. Emotionally, I'm experiencing weirdness; but, I've decided to blame it on the changing of seasons.

Have you accepted TheLordJesusChrist as your personal savior? 

Is that where I've been going wrong?

Yes.  You should never do that. 

[Ed]

I'm A-Okay, physically. Emotionally, I'm experiencing weirdness; but, I've decided to blame it on the changing of seasons.

I'd blame it on that too. Winter is the season representing death after all...it's normal to feel a little down.

[YixilTesiphon]

Now I'm doing spectacularly.

Except that I have to deal with the TSA later today.

I hate the TSA.

HATE.

[Laetitia]

Physically, I'm fine. Have been getting pulled in too many directions for the last couple of weeks between work and family though, so the mental state is beginning to suffer. Nothing that getting back the "me" time for the daily cycling won't fix.

My kid started playing the saxophone.  According to some, it won't sound terrible forever. 

Depends on your kid and the teacher... so I won't tell you that. Hopefully, it will get beyond not sounding terrible to sounding really damn good.
The good news is that your ears will stop bleeding and be fully healed in time to enjoy the music when that time comes.

[Bill Brasky]

Physically, I'm fine. Have been getting pulled in too many directions for the last couple of weeks between work and family though, so the mental state is beginning to suffer. Nothing that getting back the "me" time for the daily cycling won't fix.

My kid started playing the saxophone.  According to some, it won't sound terrible forever. 

Depends on your kid and the teacher... so I won't tell you that. Hopefully, it will get beyond not sounding terrible to sounding really damn good.
The good news is that your ears will stop bleeding and be fully healed in time to enjoy the music when that time comes.

Probably.  Sometimes you forget how loud those kind of horn instruments can be.  I stopped over this morning to see her, which is why I'd brought this up, it was fresh in my head.

She pulls this thing out of the case, "Wanna hear?"  I say Sure!  Go ahead, do it. 

She puts it to her lips, and it goes HONKK BLATT  SKREECH  I'm like OMFG.  Pat on the head, tell her to practice every day, leave with punctured eardrums.  The other one's doing drums.  House sounds like a drunken carnival. 

[Laetitia]

I feel your pain, Brasky. We have piano, drum and guitar novices in our house. I'm spared trumpet (braces), flute (not big enough yet) for another year or two. It's no coincidence that daily practice happens at the same time I pour a drink (or three) for the adults.

[Bill Brasky]

I wanted them both to take piano, but you need a piano. 

All in all, I think it's cool if they stick with it.  I always got hot and bothered for an instrument for about a week, then quit.  If they play, I'll pay, but not if they just flounder around with it. 

[Lindsey]

Physically, I'm fine. Have been getting pulled in too many directions for the last couple of weeks between work and family though, so the mental state is beginning to suffer. Nothing that getting back the "me" time for the daily cycling won't fix.

My kid started playing the saxophone.  According to some, it won't sound terrible forever. 

Wow.  I hope she gets better.  Good luck.   

[Bill Brasky]

Thanks, she will.  She's beginning to read sheet - she'll probably teach herself.  Once that gets moving properly, I'll probably get her a few private lessons.  Maybe a DVD of someone who can croon on the sax, Clarance Clemons maybe.  I'll have to look into that, I'm not a big jazz guy. 

Anyone know of a good sax player with some DVD's? 

I guess I could YouTube it but I don't feel like sitting through ten hours of shit I never got into. 

[Bill Brasky]

Okay, lets see where I'm at...

Its almost 6am, my head is still on midnight-shift, I'm trying to get drunk but it's not working.  I have a few days off, but I'm not terribly interested in going out.  Sunday Night Football will probably bring a nice crowd of drunk jocks to my bar, and their intolerable women.  New bar.  Fuckin' hate it there.  The ever present horniness is building to a dangerous level.  I should take care of that, but I won't.  I like being jacked up on testosterone.  All I can say about that is it's a good thing some chicks like it when their tits bounce.  Now I just gotta find one.  Yeah, right.  Bacon rules.  Last bowl, half-beat.  Gotta do some clothes.  Marlboro Virginia Blend's are pretty good.  I've got about fifty lottery tickets from the past year and I never checked a-one of 'em, I just know they didn't hit the Big Payout, so I never bothered.  The Weatherman is a pretty good movie.  Then I made the mistake of watching clips from Leaving Las Vegas, unfathomable reasons I haven't fully identified.  Calling my refrigerator "disorganized" would like be calling an aircraft carrier "big".  I should get a dartboard and the corresponding darts, and use them.  Or a pool table.  But they're big.  A pinball machine wouldn't be impossible.  That'd be the shit, then I wouldn't do this so much.  You can never have too many measuring tapes.  Its quite possible my favorite thing in the world is sand, inanimate objects, that is.  Closely followed by paper.  One time, I walked home from the bar, in through the back door into a kitchen.  Took off my coat, closed the door, and ripped the phone off the kitchen wall and crushed it to pieces in my hands like I was snapping a tree branch then threw them on the floor and stomped the shit out of it.  Then I told the woman who I was living with to never call me at the bar again.  All of the plants out on my balcony are dead.  I need a new belt.  The air conditioner in this room is almost worthless, but not quite.  I like giving people with no lighters a pack of matches from a strip club.  If I learned one this summer, it's this:  You can't get a tan at night.  Guitar lessons are starting to sound like a good thing again.  My book source delivered Grapes of Wrath, and hit me with a bonus book called Into The Wild  by Jon Kramer.  Looks good.  Sun's almost up - whatever.  I guess I'm done.

I'll stick with my #2 vote. 

[Laetitia]

Updating my wellness status to "Damn Near Perfect". Completed a couple of projects, so have time to think again. Actually was able to spare the brainpower to listen to FTL while working two days in a row. Plus, the weather is fantastic, and I'll be out on my gorgeous little road bike tomorrow, enjoying it. And, yes, I will be sporting my FTL shirt... at least until I hit 15-20 miles.

[Bill Brasky]

Excellent!  Hahah,  I suddenly feel like Timothy Leary.  YouTube him for the total experience...

I guess Damn Near Perfect would be 1.5. 

Everyone, be on the lookout for a half-nude Joy to be biking - bonus points for photographic evidence.



I would have added it to the poll, but I can't move the options without messing up the votages.

[Taors]

Removed vote.

I'm pretty good, could always be a little better.

Check.