Sasha Is a Monster

Thoughts and prayers out to everyone who’s there, or everyone who has a loved one there.

Not much more to say, I guess. Hate is an insidious creature, a subtle and a dangerous foe. It’s mostly invisible, is the thing. And what’s tricky is that to defeat it you have to be able to see it. And you have to be able to see it everywhere it hides, and you can catch its scent best by spotting it inside yourself first. And that’s hard, is the thing — and it’s terrifying and it changes everything — and maybe we’re just not quite there yet. So I try to fight this shit the best way I know how — by sitting down at the end of every day and looking for hate within myself. As rigorously as I can. And acknowledging it when it is there, and saying “I see you there, dude. I see where you’re hiding. And I’m watching you, I’m watching everything you do, so you better sit up straight and behave, asshole.” It’s a humbling exercise, separating myself from the hate, from the ego, from the pride. It’s an exercise at which I am imperfect, but improving. I am stabilizing relations in the Sasha subcontinent. I can only hope the idea spreads.

What I have noticed?

For the first time in my life, I’m checking Twitter before CNN for news on this.

Twitter Mumbai feed is here. You’ll quickly see what I mean. News is coming in faster and more specifically and from a broader set of sources than anything you see on U.S. TV or read on CNN.com. It’s kind of the first major world crisis since Twitter caught on, and the technology is proving its mettle with flying colors. The implications are enormous.

It’s a revolution, y’all.

Hey dog. I was just wondering where you get the feathered hair accories

A comment left today on a post from over a year ago about how Dog the Bounty Hunter’s show was pulled after he was taped using racial slurs.

it’s too big /
it’s too wide /
it’s too strong /
it’s too much /
it’s too tough /
he talks like this /
‘cuz he can back it up /
he got a big ego /
such a huge ego /
i love his big ego”

Beyonce Knowles, “Ego”

So originally I got out the camera to take photographs of my leg, which was severely injured on Wednesday. And by “severely injured” I mean it had a bump on it because I fell. Pics are here, in case you missed them earlier. Nearly a week later, it is now bruised all the way up and down the front of my shin. Seriously the whole thing is just this huge discolored mess. I tried to take pics of the grossness to show you guys, but the colors just aren’t showing up right on the camera. It doesn’t look nearly as awful on camera as it does in person, and I certainly don’t want you guys to think I’m whining over nothing! So I’m not running those pictures. Instead, I noticed that Leo and Josie were being all adorable on the couch, and Leo is wearing his super sexy frat-dog hoodie, so I snapped a bunch of pics of that and those turned out way better than the ones of my leg.

Also I’d like to note that Josie ran away after the first photo while Leo stayed to pose. It’s not that I don’t enjoy photographing my cats, it’s that my cats do not enjoy being photographed.

But Shaquille O’Neal Twittering about it?

A little funny.

I know, I know. I’m going to hell. I can only hope Shaquille O’Neal’s tweets are readable from there.

Okay, for three weeks now I’ve been eating a super-healthy, low-fat vegan diet and adhering religiously to my half-marathon training schedule. Previously, I ate a high-fat, crappy diet and did no cardio.

I look great and I feel awesome, and I’m so glad I’m doing it.

Here’s the thing: I haven’t lost weight. I mean, I lost like 4 or 5 pounds real quick at the start, but we all know that’s just water weight. I haven’t lost any real weight since. My weight stays the exact same.

I will entertain your theories and helpful suggestions in the comments.

Thank you.