Wednesday, June 28, 2006
It's like micro-lent, and I am not even Catholic
I have now decided to undertake something that I haven't done since probably before college. I am going to attempt to go nearly two full weeks without smoking a cigarette or drinking a drop of alcohol. Consider it an experiment in personal health. I realized yesterday on my way home from the gym that I if I were to not drink or smoke I would be in much better shape. I mean, what other real health oriented vices do I have? These days I actually eat fairly well. On top of that I take a ton of vitamins, work out regularly, and rarely eat candy. Now then, I am sure that this task will be easier said than done. I response to this I have prepared a contract of sorts for myself that I have signed. According to this contract, if I smoke or drink anything (alcoholic) before the Beer Olympics, I will be a "total loser". Hopefully, the data I collect will be...enlightening. Regardless, I plan on being in top form at the Beer Olympics. After all, is there really a better way to cap two weeks of clean living than a drinking contest?
I have now decided to undertake something that I haven't done since probably before college. I am going to attempt to go nearly two full weeks without smoking a cigarette or drinking a drop of alcohol. Consider it an experiment in personal health. I realized yesterday on my way home from the gym that I if I were to not drink or smoke I would be in much better shape. I mean, what other real health oriented vices do I have? These days I actually eat fairly well. On top of that I take a ton of vitamins, work out regularly, and rarely eat candy. Now then, I am sure that this task will be easier said than done. I response to this I have prepared a contract of sorts for myself that I have signed. According to this contract, if I smoke or drink anything (alcoholic) before the Beer Olympics, I will be a "total loser". Hopefully, the data I collect will be...enlightening. Regardless, I plan on being in top form at the Beer Olympics. After all, is there really a better way to cap two weeks of clean living than a drinking contest?
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Nicotine Addiction
As you might have guessed from an entry named "Nicotine Addiction" this entry is about my despised addiction to that wonderful...uh...is nicotine and upper or a downer? Regardless, I went to see A Prarie Home Companion tonight with my mom and grandma (all three of us long time Garrison Keillor fans) and then had dinner afterwards. Now, a whole movie and a meal is a long time to go without a fix. By the time that dinner was done, I was just about to break my two day hiatus by going to the gas station, getting a pack, and lighting up. I considered how bad I would feel for breaking down and weighed it agains the satifaction of that first drag. In the end, I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and settled on a piece of nicorette which was nestled in my pocket.
I held the drug enhanced morsel triumphantly aloft and jokingly said aloud, "ah, sweet relief!" At this point the gum fell from my hand and went down, down into the depths of the space between the door and the seat. It was like wagging a bag of delicious potato chips in front of someone on a hunger strike, and, just as their willpower had broken, dropping the chips into the Cracks of Doom. I must have looked ridiculous rooting around for my lost nicorette. Eventually, I would give up, only moments later to start searching again because I was sure I could find it if I just look a little harder. By the time I reached my apartment (which is overflowing with nicorette, thanks to Costco) it was vendetta! I opened my door and got out. To my surprise, the gum was nowhere in sight. I finally found it impossibly lodged under a spring on the opposite side of the seat. The only way I can explain it is that it was placed their for storage by nicotine addicted car elves. You tell me!
On a side note, a coworker pointed out to me my favorite covert camera to date. Better than the cigarette cam. Better even than the volleyball Oakley's cam. That's right, the tree-stump cam!! It is like Log 2.0! Like Teddy Ruxbin (sp) for plants! Just when you thought it was safe to back in the woods.
One additional note. This is the second time I have recorded this fairly mundane but I believe humorous story. The first one was lost in a freak blogging accident that I can't really explain. I have tried to preserve as nearly as possible the genius of the original, but if you don't like it I am sure that first one was funnier. Plus, the original did not contain this explaination of how it was lost. That would be strange.
As you might have guessed from an entry named "Nicotine Addiction" this entry is about my despised addiction to that wonderful...uh...is nicotine and upper or a downer? Regardless, I went to see A Prarie Home Companion tonight with my mom and grandma (all three of us long time Garrison Keillor fans) and then had dinner afterwards. Now, a whole movie and a meal is a long time to go without a fix. By the time that dinner was done, I was just about to break my two day hiatus by going to the gas station, getting a pack, and lighting up. I considered how bad I would feel for breaking down and weighed it agains the satifaction of that first drag. In the end, I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and settled on a piece of nicorette which was nestled in my pocket.
I held the drug enhanced morsel triumphantly aloft and jokingly said aloud, "ah, sweet relief!" At this point the gum fell from my hand and went down, down into the depths of the space between the door and the seat. It was like wagging a bag of delicious potato chips in front of someone on a hunger strike, and, just as their willpower had broken, dropping the chips into the Cracks of Doom. I must have looked ridiculous rooting around for my lost nicorette. Eventually, I would give up, only moments later to start searching again because I was sure I could find it if I just look a little harder. By the time I reached my apartment (which is overflowing with nicorette, thanks to Costco) it was vendetta! I opened my door and got out. To my surprise, the gum was nowhere in sight. I finally found it impossibly lodged under a spring on the opposite side of the seat. The only way I can explain it is that it was placed their for storage by nicotine addicted car elves. You tell me!
On a side note, a coworker pointed out to me my favorite covert camera to date. Better than the cigarette cam. Better even than the volleyball Oakley's cam. That's right, the tree-stump cam!! It is like Log 2.0! Like Teddy Ruxbin (sp) for plants! Just when you thought it was safe to back in the woods.
One additional note. This is the second time I have recorded this fairly mundane but I believe humorous story. The first one was lost in a freak blogging accident that I can't really explain. I have tried to preserve as nearly as possible the genius of the original, but if you don't like it I am sure that first one was funnier. Plus, the original did not contain this explaination of how it was lost. That would be strange.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Blog Up
Alright, I was just looking through my blog entries here, and wow were they bad. I think it is time I stepped it up in the blog department. I used to be much better at this. So let me try my hand at this old game with a quick story. You know to shake off the rust.
Well, on Saturday night, a bunch of us (you know who you are) went out to the Rock Lobster. Pretty standard stuff. The evening ended rather abruptly, when most people went their separate ways leaving me alone at the bar with the rest of my beer (this happens sometimes since I live in Broadripple and always walk home). If you have ever been at a night club by yourself, you know that this is not an experience that you want to last. It is like being very thirsty on a raft in the ocean, or something like that. But whatever, lemons to lemonade and all of that. So I decide that the only thing that I can do while I finish this beer, and keep some dignity, is box dance. So I get on the box and I am cutting it up, when this dude climbs down from the stage and just starts standing on my box. Now this is a 3'x3' cube; just enough space for one person (maybe two people if they are touching) to dance. So I stop dancing to wait for this guy to get down. But he doesn't he is just standing there, directly in my personal space (if there is such a thing at the Rock Lobster). Finally, I say to the guy, "up or down man" and with a dirty look he departs. In the mean time someone had knocked my beer off the rail on the stage. That took care of that, and I walked home.
So, there a real blog entry, not that great of a story, but like I said, I have to get warmed up again. Just like the gym where you have to start back at the lower weights and work your way back up. Hopefully, soon I will be back at the level of my Best Buy days or my better Japan entries. Let me know what you think...
Alright, I was just looking through my blog entries here, and wow were they bad. I think it is time I stepped it up in the blog department. I used to be much better at this. So let me try my hand at this old game with a quick story. You know to shake off the rust.
Well, on Saturday night, a bunch of us (you know who you are) went out to the Rock Lobster. Pretty standard stuff. The evening ended rather abruptly, when most people went their separate ways leaving me alone at the bar with the rest of my beer (this happens sometimes since I live in Broadripple and always walk home). If you have ever been at a night club by yourself, you know that this is not an experience that you want to last. It is like being very thirsty on a raft in the ocean, or something like that. But whatever, lemons to lemonade and all of that. So I decide that the only thing that I can do while I finish this beer, and keep some dignity, is box dance. So I get on the box and I am cutting it up, when this dude climbs down from the stage and just starts standing on my box. Now this is a 3'x3' cube; just enough space for one person (maybe two people if they are touching) to dance. So I stop dancing to wait for this guy to get down. But he doesn't he is just standing there, directly in my personal space (if there is such a thing at the Rock Lobster). Finally, I say to the guy, "up or down man" and with a dirty look he departs. In the mean time someone had knocked my beer off the rail on the stage. That took care of that, and I walked home.
So, there a real blog entry, not that great of a story, but like I said, I have to get warmed up again. Just like the gym where you have to start back at the lower weights and work your way back up. Hopefully, soon I will be back at the level of my Best Buy days or my better Japan entries. Let me know what you think...
Friday, June 02, 2006
For my first post in nearly three months...An internet quiz result!!!! Cockfruit will have to wait.
| You Are Iceman |
 You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible |
