First, I’m upping the font size! No more tiny pixel text to test the limits of you ocular abilities. I never go back and read my own posts, so when I finally tried I found it annoying and tiresome.
So I have a fairly hefty backlog of contract work to try and plow through in the near future. I’ve really got to get 100% caught up by this weekend or else I may run in to troubles. That gives me 5 days to do a lot of work as I want to finish Heavy Media, Huntergreen Danes and some other dangling work for my friends at medialogical. Ugh. Doesn’t look like Keith gets to spend any time away from the computer in the near future.
I had a pretty solid weekend. Friday night was a write off because I was exhausted. I went to bed early and slept in. I think I played some Halo, but not enough. Saturday I finally took some time to restring my guitar and go jam with a buddy of mine. Actually, with my cousin’s husband, but he’s a cool guy so I can call him a buddy if I want. It was kinda sad because we’re both aging rockers with rusting skills, but we really locked in on a few tunes and rocked out. I’ll have to keep that up lest my skill fade into oblivion.
After rockin’ me Arleigh, Kelly (cousin and husband respectively) and my brother had a big steak dinner. Steak dinner rocks. Forget what I said about iced tea and pizza. I want BBQ’d steak every day for the rest of my life. If I die of a massive heart attack at 27 with 3 pounds of undigested red meat in my cancerous colon so be it. Steak is yummy. Caesar salad is yummy. Garlic bread is yummy. Beer is yummy. I do sincerely hope that when I die it’s as a result of eating delicious food because I can’t think of any better way to go.
Speaking of my obsession with food, I’m getting chubby. Not fat yet, but there are at least 10 pounds too many of Keith here. As I’m completely unwilling to stop eating yummy food stuffs, it would seems that exercise has become a necessity. My sweet wife and I are going to begin and hearty workout campaign tonight, so I’ll be sure to keep you all updated on that. My brother wants to drop his spare tire, and my buddy Julian wants to get into better shape (he’s already in approx. 10 times better shape than me though) so he might start working out with me too. If I can get all 3 of them lined up, I might actually find myself going to the gym from time to time. It’s harder to cheat when you have to explain to 3 different people why you don’t have the energy to work out. It’s easier just to exercise.
On that note on www.fark.com I read a ‘news’ story that claimed German scientists have discovered that staring at breasts for 10 mins a day is a benefitial form of exercise for men. At least horny German men at any rate. My being a horny Scandinavian/Welsh/German/EuroTrash I thought it might just be crazy enough to work. At least it would be worth it to give it a try. Mrs. IronKeith would probably disagree, unless of course they were her breasts…… Definitely worth a shot. Staring at the breasts of Mrs. IronKeith would probably lead to some for of cardiovascular activity anyways. It’s win win.
