Much Mishaness

[hils]

I haven't posted Misha's twits for a few days. I am a slacker


I hobbled in to a masseuse bragging, "I just ran 50 miles." She looked @ me disdainfully & said "my friend ran 100k." No happy ending either

Thanks to everyone who came out with drugs & water 4 me on Sunday. Thanks to Peaches, AC DC, The Killers & Radio Lab for keeping me company.

most importantly-thanks for your donations to a good cause! The money will go to giving underprivileged kids a chance to hunt baby Pandas.

Special thanks 2 @jumblejim. He donated more than everyone else combined. He was also the only one with the decency to call & see how i was.

By the way, @jumblejim, i think you made the right choice. i don't think your daughter really needed to attend a four-year college anyway.

Thanks @sharkgoddess, for alerting us to this brutality. This is Florida's police dealing with a stray pony... http://tinyurl.com/24fjwzk

If you say you're going to do something, do it! Don't back down just because your actions might start a Holy War. http://tinyurl.com/38mp6b3

Excellent. I lost 50 followers with that last tweet. Hopefully those of you remaining are the ones who understand sarcasm.

It's good to cull & purge the easily offended from time to time. I don't want just anybody following me here. i want the best-the brightest.

I'll amend that: I want the best, the brightest, and the most sycophantic. (in case you don't know a sycophant is the same as a lickspittle)

I went to yoga today with @colinferg. The teacher said inappropriately flirty things to us like, "R u guys okay? U can stop if u need to".

And from Facebook:

remember that run i did? This is the email-poem my father sent the day before to spur me on:

Random acts of kindness

power the lungs of the world.

The runner does the course

on the wings of time

or the steroids of competition.

Random acts lift the runner

through the swirling mist.



The great battle rages.

The soul of the world

Hangs in the balance.



Race against not caring.

Run from our smaller selves.

Drift just seven feet above.

Come around the corner.

Run back and forth in time.

Come to the end

and unveil the next episode.

All the ghosts trail behind

the hardscrabble runner.



It all ends with great gazpacho:

6 tomatoes

1 purple onion

1 cucumber

1 green pepper

2 stalks celery

2 tablespoons parsley

2 tablespoons chives

2 cloves garlic

1/4 cup red wine vinegar

1/4 cup olive oil

2 tablespoons lemon juice

2 tablespoons honey



--RK