rearming epitome of incomprehensibility It's depressing that countries want to stock up weapons when the most sensible long-term, large-scale plan would be to disarm. Do what you want others to do. But then again, it's understandable on a short-term basis: you don't want to be left defenseless if someone else attacks you. Still, everyone's best bet is de-escalation. Become less like an escalator. And more like a chin-up bar, which leads me to my literal arms. My concern: I can't do a chin-up from a slack position anymore. Not ONE. I used to be able to do ten. So this kind of re-arming is what I'm aiming at. Those kind of guns. Not sure where "guns" for arm muscles came from, maybe it's from the pun potential of arms = weapons, but my biceps and triceps will be used for peace. I started adding forty push-ups to the forty sit-ups of my morning routine, but so far I can't do two sets of twenty. Just four sets of ten. But it's been two days, self. Patience. Patience, peace, and go swimming even if you don't like the bits of hairs remaining on your thighs. Pah. Ne les noticiez pas (je parle le tray byeh fran-say, too le monde). This isn't leg day, not even shave-a-leg day. This is the Canadian re-arming, in which the patriotic goal is me lifting myself above an arbitrary bar by summer's end. Happy Canada Day. 250701 ... e_o_i I can do one at a time now. It was easier than I thought. Maybe I was just lacking willpower. Well, if it's that, I don't have the willpower yet to do two in a row. New goal: ten. (Okay, at least 5. I could do 10 in a row when I was 18.) 250705 what's it to you? who go blather from