It has been two days and even now it hurts quite a bit to straighten out my arms and apparantly this not only a good thing but also a sign that it is time to exercise them again. Something about how the body produces lactic acid when under physical strain which then goes to the muscles affected and then sort of sits there, being painful, changing from a liquid to a jelly and back and forth again before being absorbed into the muscles and strengthening them. It seems now is the perfect time to do more exercises because the muscles are filled with lactic acid - ready for absorbing, even though it will hurt like hell to do so.
Intelligent design my ass, life should be more like Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. I can exercise in that for half an hour before going out and stealing a tank. The upside is that the masculine bump to internet doughball ratio of my physiology is moving back towards the good end of the scale quicker than I expected.
By the way movie fans, if you wrote a bad review of one of Uwe Boll's movies (House of the Dead, Alone in the Dark and so on) before BloodRayne came out, he is very interested in flying you to the set of Postal (God have mercy - they're making a film out of that pathetic piece of crap) and having a boxing match with you. The "massive basement dwelling loser" community is getting quite excited about this but... well.. Uwe may be a tool but he's a tool thats twice the size of the average internet loser.