This was me at around 12:30 this afternoon:

Why? Because I did yoga outside in full noon sun in 35 degree weather, that's why. By the time I was done, there were rivers flowing down my entire body. I lost about four pounds. It was satisfying.

(Please skip the obligatory Bikram jokes. I've been hearing them all afternoon.)

I sincerely hope they don't stop the Pirates action figure line after this summer's wave. Though it took me a while to get started, I am (predictably) in love with these things right now. In fact they're pretty much the only thing I'm collecting, being as how I'm wending my slow way out of buying toys at all, in preparation for the imminent moment where I divest myself of all possessions and become a traveller, then a hermit, then a monk. But yeah: if this toy line capsizes before they do Elizabeth in warrior mama garb, I am gonna be one pissed mo-fo. What's with the bathhouse version? Seems trivial, even if they make her anatomically correct. And if there isn't a giant Calypso coming, I'll eat my hat.

Note to self: buy hat.

Yesterday's comments on my technical indestructibility re: one minute movie were, of course, somewhat premature. Attempts to render a 20-minute clip that I'll need for the flick were met with a heretofore-unheard-of 30-hour render time. That happens?! That's a thing that happens?? I have redirected my attempt, and should have the footage in hand within the hour. Still planning to knock this thing down in one go, tomorrow night.

Boy we're sure in the middle of it now. Fire above, fire below, my calm blue stream turned to violent molten rock. But there's clarity in this furnace.