'tis the season for running of the ho's ho

my brother's too cheap to get premium cable, so i have had to succumb to the plebeian wait to watch "six feet under" on bravo. bless bravo tv for programming "project runway" and "six feet under" on their network so that "no, i don't watch tv" people like me can get my secret "not in public" tv fix.

for the unordained, six feet under is a show about the dynamics of a family, the fishers, running their independent funeral parlour. troubled teens, repressed homosexuality and geriatric sex all make for great family time themes. each episode starts with a death. the death then leads into the fishers' preparations for the deceased's funeral.

i should have been in the opening scene for six feet under. for today...i went to...the GYM...

see, i'm one of those well meaning affable lasses. i like to say that i try to strike a balance in my life by experiencing both extremes of the scale. some people may just say that i live in a world of dualities and bipolarity. i'll pass the survey around later on that matter.

the point is that i go through these phases of obsessing on certain things and then get bored and move on. getting bored usually doesn't take long because i find myself to have a short attention span growing up with the marvels of short circuitry in the form of video games and mtv.

in these cycles of on and off focus, i have come into the idea that i need to go to the gym. so i have been going to the gym every night for 2 hours at a time, steadily doing 50 minutes of cardio, 1 hour of weights and 10 mins of warming up/cooling down. in my previous life of belonging to the cult of working out, i would only hit the stair master or elliptical. if all the cardio machines were in use, i would bike as a last resort. but tonight, i decided that i should run run run run run gypsy death and you (http://www.velvetunderground.com/links.html). wow. i am not sure if i have ever felt so humbled in my life.

it is december 1st, so i figured to be seasonal, i would run and enact "jiggle butt, jiggle butt, jiggle all the way...openly slayed...hey!" of course i covertly decide that these actions will be conducted on a friday night when all good innocent citizens are out and i would have the privacy of the gym to myself and my girth. oh, and all of the security cameras in the gym. i hate to imagine that my seismic butt jiggles are out there not only measuring on earthquake detection equipment, but out there on u tube being used as backdrop for a jello ad. but(t) hey, if i can get a sponsorship deal, then i suppose every holiday needs a good festive wiggle and jiggle. as i like to say, ho,ho, ho, i'm yo ho.