I went to a tailor in Bangkok because that's what you do, right? Really nice place, fabulous fabrics. When I picked up my suits they were cut with really wide pants, possibly because tiny Thai men need more bulk in their clothing to look bigger? Also this was before ultra tapered everything and skinny leg jeans. Either way it all looked pretty poor on me as a fat Westerner, but I didn't have time to re alter it before my flights, and I politely agreed they were fantastic and paid the remainder and left. If probably do it again, bring a little more direct with what I want.
I feel like I've missed the accompanying DVD to a cyberpunk romance novel. Subscribed.
Congrats on the squat, you dandy bastard.
Yea, these guys tend to have a house-cut if you will, and try not to deviate from it unless you really hold their feet to the fire. They're supposedly especially blatant about it with Western tourists, whom they know are one-and-done customers anyway so why bother putting in their best efforts? Probably the easiest solution to this is to just bring a pair of pants you like and have them use it as a reference. Sizing you up and and making tweaks after the try-on garment is already made is a pain; transcribing numbers is easier.
It's right off the 405 Brookhurst-South exit. Check it out the next time you're in town.
Today:
You win some you lose some:
Moar pussy:
20kg x3
40x3
50x3
60x3
70x2
80x0
77x2
80x2
90x0
85x1,0
I am hitting the power position with much greater frequency now, but the sore right elbow means my lockouts are very hesitant: all misses were from an inability to stabilize it overhead. Bleh.
Hey it's about to be Friday again. The Latin girl resurfaced to complicate matters. Her (equally Latin) cousin was like, "When you didn't call her last week she stayed up all night binging on Heart and Wilson Philips."
"I did call her. She told me she was busy."
"Uh, and you gave up just because of that?"
"What? I know what 'busy' means. It means she's out. Right?"
"Oh that's cute. You're such a boy. Don't do that again."
So we're 30 going on 14? I can't. I just can't.
Last edited by stuffedsuperdud; 02-16-2017 at 10:09 PM.
It's fine. It's got a poor long-term prognosis, I know, but in the short run I kind of get off on these fuck-fucks....probably because manic-depressive BPD narcissistic mother? Or just a self-fulfilling prophecy? Either way, Freud laughed.
Today:
Clean:
20kg x5
40x5
60x3
80x3
90x2
100x1
110x1
Power position continues to improve but the sore right elbow is kind of annoying.
Pause squat:
20x10
60x5
100x3
130x3
150x3
170x3x2
The left knee is a bit irritated from standing up clumsily with a snatch on Thursday, but I've mangled it enough times now to know this one is not serious. Kind of annoying though. My hammies are sore too, as well as my upper back from drilling the pull. Maybe I'll finally look like I lift?
I shelled out for the Sheltons they put on clearance. Stand by for tryhard toolbaggery.
EDIT: Lyudmila's spending the long weekend visiting her parents in some horrible corner of Louisiana and just sent me a pic of her reassembling her mom's engine while sporting a Daisy Duke type outfit. I should just listen to Gilchrest on all the topics.
Last edited by stuffedsuperdud; 02-18-2017 at 05:22 PM.
Heh I'd tell you not to generalize, but she straight up went "We're Latin. This is part of the deal lol" It's fine, I'm going with it, and if she sets my car on fire, well, it'd be a good story for the insurance folks. Can't replace my Adistars though. Once more, into the fray....
Hey so this:
Poooooon:
20kg x5
40x5
50x3
60x3
70x3
80x2
85x1
90x0,1
92x1
95x0,1
98x1
102x1 Easy P fucking R, bitches
103x0x3
Got great extension on all three tries at 103, but the upper body strength just wasn't there, and the bar crashed down on me instead of me punching up to receive it. So 12 week cycle nets +1kg...sounds about right. Coach is optimistic about the upcoming cycle though, with the elbow cleared up and all. And we're going to work that upper body strength...
Pause squat:
20kg x10
60x5
100x3
130x2
150x2
170x2
180x2x3
both your lifts and your sex life seem to have improved of late. What's your secret? Is it the shoes?
Well the lifting is getting a little bit better anyway....
All of this and the fabulous wardrobe are symptoms of a greater root cause, and that cause is an early midlife crisis. In a humorous little twist, the paper copy of my PhD dissertation came in the mail on my 30th birthday. I doubt more than three or four people will ever read that thing in general and the paper copies are collecting dust now. Basically God himself giving me the finger and telling me I wasted my twenties. Did I have a minor panic attack when I opened the package and saw what it contained? A little bit yes.
That and most of the men in my family tend to die in their sixties so I might very well be closing in on my halfway point, no exaggeration. Of course all this might be moot anyways since we will probably all incinerate in a nuclear Armageddon in the next six months or so.
So there's a lot to do and not much time in which to do it.
Last edited by stuffedsuperdud; 02-21-2017 at 12:53 PM.