Saturday, July 30, 2011
Day 60: A Picture's Worth 1000 Words ... A Lovely Place To Stay
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Day 58: Remember The... Let Me Finish A God Damn Sentence
Remember the time I could finish a complete thought and/or story without being completely interrupted but was too nice to not engage in the other person's thought? Perhaps someday I'll say something important enough that someone will listen to. The following are sentences I have put together that I am going to say next time I want to finish a fucking sentence or when I feel like I say something important:
- I'm not even pretending to listen until I get to finish my thought.
- I'm not done with my thought yet, so I'm not going to listen to what you have to say until I'm done.
- I'm going to walk away until you finish your sentence so that I can finish mine.
- Lips moving; still talking.
- I'm sorry was I interrupting you with this thought that I wasn't finished explaining before you decided cut me off?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Day 57: If I Ruled Liechtenstein…Women Can’t Do Everything A Man Can Do, But It Won’t Be Much
I know . I know. Woman can do just as many things as men can. I don’t doubt that at all. As a matter of fact, I do think women can do a lot, and I give them a lot of respect for it. I, unlike most people, do not think that because a woman can do math, read, and drive they are a witch.
In Liechtenstein, however, there will some limitations as to what exactly women can do. They are as follows:
Be a penis model.
- Have gay penetrative sex with a biological penis belonging to one or all female parties.
- Have sword fights. (Not the metal kind)
- Go into a men’s room unless It is for a “cool” reason, but generally they will still not be allowed in these restrooms.
- Check off the “Male” box on a survey.
- Fill out the “Mr.” on a survey
That is all women will not be allowed to do for now plus or minus logical things to be determined at a later date.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Day 56: What Did Batman Say To Robin?
Holy Elusiveness Batman, She's Escaped Again!
Life has many questions. Why is the sky blue? Why did the dinosaurs die? Why do hipsters wear pants so tight that I can count their pocket change? How did Zack Morris get involved with every girl, break it off, and there are absolutely no hard feelings? Why in the fuck does traffic go from 80 mph, down to 40 mph, then back up to 80 mph, and there is no apparent accident or sun glare?
The most pressing question today is; Who put the “bop” in the “bop shu bop shu bop?” The answer to the most complicated questions is usually the simplest of answers. The person who put the “bop” in the “bop shu bop shu bop” is probably the same person who put the “ram” in the “ramalama ding dong.” Furthermore, upon further inspection the person that committed this act also most likely stole the cookie from the cookie jar. All signs point to one person; the infamous Carmen San Diego.
She is the probably the most elusive criminal this world has ever seen. She sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina. She's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize. She'll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China. Tell me, where in the world is Carmen San Diego? Steal their Seoul in South Korea, make Antarctica cry "Uncle!" From the Red Sea to Greenland, they'll be singing the blues
Well they never Arkansas her steal the Mekong from the jungle. Tell me, where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
Well they never Arkansas her steal the Mekong from the jungle. Tell me, where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
Tell me now. Does this sound like the work of someone who has not put the “bop” in the bop shu bop shu bop? Why would she be on the run if she were innocent of these crimes? Guilty parties act guilty. Hence, being on the run simply does not do much to prove her innocence now does it? The answer is no.
My Partner In Crime is correct indeed.
Holy invented words and strange lyrics, Batman!
Who put the bop in the bop shoo wop shoo wop? Contrary to the song lyrics by The Platters, it was not, in fact, a man who put it in there. It was a woman.
The singer wants to know who put the "bop" in the song because it made his baby fall in love with him.
Women, by nature, are much better matchmakers than men. They would know best what would make another woman fall in love with a man that they had set them up with. And of course, the women would have set up their friends with men the old-fashioned way - in-person introductions, as this song was released in the early '60s long before eHarmony, OKCupid, or Match made dating impersonal and anonymous.
Plus, as most women were housewives during this time period, they would have had the time to think about who they could pair up with their spinster sister because heaven forbid she remain single into her 20s while their husbands were at work.
Therefore, it must have been a woman who put the "bop" in the song because women trust other women's matchmaking abilities and intuition and if that's how a woman fell in love with a man, you can bet it was a woman behind it.
My Partner In Crime is correct indeed.
Holy invented words and strange lyrics, Batman!
Who put the bop in the bop shoo wop shoo wop? Contrary to the song lyrics by The Platters, it was not, in fact, a man who put it in there. It was a woman.
The singer wants to know who put the "bop" in the song because it made his baby fall in love with him.
Women, by nature, are much better matchmakers than men. They would know best what would make another woman fall in love with a man that they had set them up with. And of course, the women would have set up their friends with men the old-fashioned way - in-person introductions, as this song was released in the early '60s long before eHarmony, OKCupid, or Match made dating impersonal and anonymous.
Plus, as most women were housewives during this time period, they would have had the time to think about who they could pair up with their spinster sister because heaven forbid she remain single into her 20s while their husbands were at work.
Therefore, it must have been a woman who put the "bop" in the song because women trust other women's matchmaking abilities and intuition and if that's how a woman fell in love with a man, you can bet it was a woman behind it.
Day 55: Never Have I Ever...Been That Douche That Walks Around Topless
I'm fat. Ok. I'm not fat, but I have been developing a little bit of a guy because I'm a stressed out emotional eater. I noticed the past few weeks how heavy I've been eating, and I realized how much harder I need to push my work out.
I've done P90X for about a year in 2008. Since then I've done a version of P90 that involves lifting super heavy without rest. After about 2 years, you can imagine how boring it's gotten. My routine, which I've started about a week and a half ago, involves some pretty intense shit that leaves me nauseous with almost no energy. 25 pull ups, 50 dead lifts, 50 push ups, 50 ab exercises (basically you lay on your back and swing your legs left shoulder, middle right shoulder, middle... that's one rep) 50 squat thrusts plus shoulder press, 50 box jumps and 25 pulls with as little rest and in as little sets as possible. That's my warm up. Then my regular lifting routine. All in all it takes roughly an hour without rest. And I don't rest.
The strange part is I still consume way too many calories, nor do I really care. I love food, and I refuse to cut anything out. In any case, this past week has been insanely hot and humid, which is, of course, why I felt the need to run. For those of you that know me, I HATE running. I hate it, which is ironic because I ran track in high school. However, since it was disgusting out and I'd be melting a bunch of fat away I decided to give it a whirl.
I ran for about a block and was drenched in sweat afterwards. The heat and sun were unrelenting so I gave in and decided to just join the douche bag club and run without a shirt. I could at least now use it as a rag to wipe myself down. I haven't ever really been that self-conscious before. After all, how different is it from being at a pool where guys are expected to not wear a shirt. In any case, it's probably the fastest I've ever ran. I could tell it was pretty fast because I could feel my awesome flab while I was running which made it even more awesome. I laughed at myself the entire time. I am never running in these conditions again. No thanks. Maybe at the beach, but that's different.
I've done P90X for about a year in 2008. Since then I've done a version of P90 that involves lifting super heavy without rest. After about 2 years, you can imagine how boring it's gotten. My routine, which I've started about a week and a half ago, involves some pretty intense shit that leaves me nauseous with almost no energy. 25 pull ups, 50 dead lifts, 50 push ups, 50 ab exercises (basically you lay on your back and swing your legs left shoulder, middle right shoulder, middle... that's one rep) 50 squat thrusts plus shoulder press, 50 box jumps and 25 pulls with as little rest and in as little sets as possible. That's my warm up. Then my regular lifting routine. All in all it takes roughly an hour without rest. And I don't rest.
The strange part is I still consume way too many calories, nor do I really care. I love food, and I refuse to cut anything out. In any case, this past week has been insanely hot and humid, which is, of course, why I felt the need to run. For those of you that know me, I HATE running. I hate it, which is ironic because I ran track in high school. However, since it was disgusting out and I'd be melting a bunch of fat away I decided to give it a whirl.
I ran for about a block and was drenched in sweat afterwards. The heat and sun were unrelenting so I gave in and decided to just join the douche bag club and run without a shirt. I could at least now use it as a rag to wipe myself down. I haven't ever really been that self-conscious before. After all, how different is it from being at a pool where guys are expected to not wear a shirt. In any case, it's probably the fastest I've ever ran. I could tell it was pretty fast because I could feel my awesome flab while I was running which made it even more awesome. I laughed at myself the entire time. I am never running in these conditions again. No thanks. Maybe at the beach, but that's different.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Day 54: Shakespeare's High School Poetry...For Protection But With Alienation
Didactic Poetry is poetry that teaches some moral lesson. You'll see a lot of How To's, Recipes For, and Try To Remembers.
Self-Defense Mechanics: Alienation
Poem: ClassifiedSorry folks. This one's for me. It's a cheap cop out, don't think I don't know that, but this one's pretty person personal. And no one reads anything that I write that's this personal. I promise there is one though.
I will, however, tell you, dear reader, it is along the lines of "How To Attract Woman" 1. Be an asshole. 2. Got 'em. or "The Recipe For A Good Relationship" 1. Don't speak your mind. 2. Don't be yourself for the first few months until they're hooked into the relationship. Of course I know you can't protect yourself by alienating people. Maybe it's a bit egotistical to compare to Jonathan Swfit's "A Modest Proposal" where he suggests using children as livestock during famine. It's just what came out and turned out to be sort of amusing, but classified nonetheless.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Day 53: A Picture's Worth 1000 Words... Certainly Can't Wait To See The End Of This Day (Her Butt)
Given my not so new fondness for red heads... hot, nerdy, red headed actress Felicia Day.
At The End Of The Day (Her Butt)
At The End Of The Day (Her Butt)
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