neon epiphany

B. bought me a Pilates ball! Now v. eager to explore relaxation and health benefits of yoga.

That is, just as soon as I get over the damage caused by the forty minutes of continuous air pumping to get the thing filled, and now the stressful, glowy green glare it’s giving me under the incandescent lighting (a la Rover from The Prisoner, but with more of a malevolent, radioactive aura — “Ingredients of Happy Fun Ball include an unknown glowing substance which fell to Earth, presumably from outer space”).

Moving on to more legitimate complaints, I can’t believe that the instructional video is on VHS. How… 1997! :-D

Really, though, I’m looking forward to playing with it. Besides, it bounces!

[Total aside: Is Pilates “yoga” really yoga? Somehow the whole concept screams “yuppie infomercial” to me; I swear I heard Yanni playing when I opened the box!]

 
I got crushed.