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Show us a TV show you never miss.
I watch very little TV. I can't stand "reality" shows. Although, I foresee myself watching 'The Girls Next Door' with my wife in the near future.
I watched a few minutes of it once....uh...for....the uh...articles. Yeah. However, I felt guilty afterward because I'm a married man and I love my wife dearly.
Then, the other night, I catch her watching it. Well, she must have liked it cause she put it into her Netflix que. She got it yesterday and I sat down and watched the latter half of the disc with her. I started to actually like it. And the main reason still confuses me. It's because Hef and his girlfriends seem to be the most genuine people I've ever seen on any reality show.
Okay. Yeah, I have a thing for platinum blonds (the wife found this out last night as we watched), but the girls are so sweet and much to my amazement, intelligent. Well, except for Kendra. I'm not really fond of her. She's like an annoying frat boy stuck in a chick's body.
I'm fairly certain Bridget's my favorite. She's the only one that doesn't look like she's had work done and the chick is extremely educated. Smart chicks are the best.
Then there's Hef. I admire Hef. Seriously, what man doesn't? He's just an interesting guy. Yeah, he's a pornographer, but he's not a freakin' scumbag pedophile like Larry Flynt. Hef is and always has been about class. You have to respect that. Cheers Hef. I hate you, yet have much platonic man-love for you.
I did some strength training tonight for 20 minutes. Afterward, I thought I should do something else even though I'm doing Tae Bo later with the wife. So, whaddya know? There's a 10 minute ab workout on the exercise tv channel!
I was ok for the first 4 minutes until my gut realized what was happening. My gut looked up at me and screamed, "Oh I don't think so!" It then proceeded to give me the worst abdominal cramp in the history of all creation. It was epic. Apparently, this bastard isn't going down without a fight.
You win this round gut...for now.
What's the best gift you received this year?
If you don't know what I'm talking about, go get the Orange Box right now and play Portal.
What was the last good movie you watched?
I'd watch it again in a heart-beat.
What was the one thing that you wanted badly that made you do something ridiculous?
Submitted by estell.
I camped out for a Wii preorder last year. Nothing says fun like being up at 2am in cold cold weather. Fortunately, it was worth the effort. The wife and I got the first Wii preorder available in our neighborhood. Therefore, we didn't have to scrounge the Earth for one when they became extremely hard to find.
A recent conversation with someone close to me inspired this post.
Understatement of the century in 3..2..1, I'm an angry person. There's absolutely no denying that I am. You know what though? I'm fine with that. As long as I can control it, it's better than being sad or depressed. And I can control it. If I couldn't, I would have ended up atop a clock tower years ago playing Duck Hunt: Xtreme Reality Edition.
I've never raised a hand to my wife either (but with the direction of Chris Rock, I have shaken the s**t out of her. Love you honey!) Call me old-fashioned, but as far as I'm concerned, if you hit a woman, you're a coward and a pussy. As I've stated in previous posts, the thought of violence in retaliation is never the solution in my book. I was in one fist fight my whole life. It was when I was a kid. You know what? I cried afterward. It wasn't because of any injury I sustained. It was because I injured someone else.
There are those moments where I've sat in my car after a particularly rage inducing event and screamed profanities that would make a sailor blush. That's how I get through the day. Do things bother me more than they should? Probably.
I won't get into my own psychology though.
So, why do I think anger is important? Being sad or depressed about things doesn't cause one to act. Social, political, and self change all come about from being pissed.
Why am I trying to lose weight? It's not because I'm depressed about it. It's because I'm pissed I've let myself go as much as I have.
As much as I despise this and every other government, the US system is still the best we got. It didn't come about by a bunch of colonists whining about tea taxes and such. It was because the British pissed off one too many people.
So, don't bury your anger. Embrace it. Anger at our current lot in life and the way we're treated is the only way change can come about. Anger motivates. Depression gets you a wet pillow.
What fragrance/cologne do you put on when it's your night out?
Submitted by noiq.
I'd still wear it, but this stuff is mad expensive. I'll worry about improving my smell after I have the money to pay all my bills thanks.
So, I'm still trying to keep the weight off and slowly succeeding. Only problem is, I have a short-attention span and get bored easy. This week, the wife informed me there was an exercise tv on demand channel with our cable package. She had used it and said it had a lot of different stuff on it.
Last night, I checked it out. Low and behold, there was a Tae Bo workout called Tae Bo: Fat Burner. I thought, "spectacular." So, I loaded it up. Everything was fine at the start. It was more intensive than what I had been doing, but I was still able to keep up and such.
That was true until during a hamstring stretch, Billy says, "Ok, now lean forward and put your head on the floor." At that moment, time slowed down as though I were in a ripoff of the Matrix. My face at this time was much like the face of the attached picture. Then, I could hear Darth Vader in my head going, "Noooooooooooooooooo!", except it was much slower. I'm fairly certain that even if I had accomplished this seemingly simple task, the universe would implode or something cause that's like dividing by zero.
Note to self: Billy Blanks is inhuman.
When did you really get to make a difference for someone else?
Submitted by bodhibound.
A few years ago, I worked graveyard shift delivering newspapers. Don't look at me like that. The pay was good at the time and I was still in College.
Well, one night, I saw a man walking down the road. He flagged me down and asked how to get to a city 30 miles from where we were. I asked, "You're going to walk the whole way?!" He had already walked 30 miles since early afternoon on the previous day.
His story goes that he was mugged and had his car stolen. The police apparently weren't much help and he had no way to get home other than by walking. He also hadn't eaten anything in at least a day. I felt so sorry for this dude. I blew off my route for a half hour and took him back to my apartment that was close by.
I made him some food and insisted I would take him home. The only catch was I had to finish my route first. He eagerly complied.
So, that's what I did.
