Careful with that axe, Dauber.

This past Wednesday night I found myself waiting for a southbound Brown Line train at the Paulina stop. (For those of you unfamiliar with Chicago, it's pronounced "paul EYE nah," not "paul EE nah.") As usual when I'm in public by myself, I was listening to my iPod in "Shuffle" mode. Pink Floyd's "Careful With That Axe, Eugene," the live version from Ummagumma, came up. It's one of the very few post-Syd Barrett Pink Floyd tunes that I can tolerate.

I gotta tell ya that as I was slowly walking down the platform, only one other person about 25 feet in front of me, I felt very sinister. Really, the music made me feel like I was going to sneak up on that guy and hack him to death with an axe.

Only thing is...I didn't have an axe...oh, yeah...and I'm also not the kind of person who would sneak up on someone and hack him to death. I kind of like to, well...let people live, and I even go so far as to never hurt anybody. But man...that music can sure make you feel sinister.

Go, you Dauber-fat, go!

Any of you who read my most recent posting (besides this one, of course!) might be wondering what I decided in terms of working out. Well, I told myself to STFU and do what's best, so I went to the Y and worked out and lifted weights for about an hour. And you know what? I felt damn good about myself afterwards.

Today my wife and I started taking tennis lessons; we'd heard that tennis is a good way to lose weight. So far, we're both really digging it.

Now to end this useless post with a random observation: Stevie Wonder is a genius.

We can work it out.

I'm really in a quandary.

My wife and I recently joined the Y so we can get into some sort of shape. She has prior commitments tonight, so I figured I'd stop at the Y on the way home and do a workout for an hour or so. But I'm having second thoughts...yeah, I'm overweight and I really would like to know what it's like to be slim. I have some things to consider...

• I'm dead tired, and it's the middle of the afternoon. There's no way I'm going to get enough energy to do an hour of cardio by 6:00.
• I can't go anywhere without hearing about the Obama vs. Hillary thing. I want to get the hell away from politics. I know damn well I'll be hearing it in the radio at the Y, seeing it on the TV sets, etc. At least if I go home, I can go into another room and work on some projects.
• Locker rooms annoy me...the concrete scent, finding a locker, wading through crowds, and...looking at other people's dicks. I have no problem undressing in front of other people, and I don't care if someone else sees me nekked, but...I just don't want to see other people nekked. I recently saw one of my coworkers there, completely in the buff. I wish I hadn't. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad-looking guy, and he's in pretty good shape, but I really don't want to see him without clothes on.
• I forgot to bring a towel with me, so showering isn't an option, and I'd be taking public transit home. If I had the car it wouldn't be a problem, as it only takes a few minutes to drive home from there, but mass transit takes longer, and that means my sweat and B.O. would be making their acquaintance with other passengers...and the CTA Red Line is bad enough as it is.

Am I just making excuses? No, not really. but what the heck do I do? *sigh* ah well...