Another day, another eight hours spent on a computer. Normally this doesn’t bother me, but this weekend my wife said “do those shorts fit?” and this morning I had to change my belt loop. Dammit.Once again, fatness is trying to sneak up on me and slip on a pair of man boobs before I realized that the game is afoot. I was working out quite regularly, but then all of this crap started going wrong with our house and I had to start going to the house every day to make sure nothing was horribly awry. This usurped my usual ‘go the the gym’ time slot, and thus, I’m getting soft around the edges yet again.
I was thinking that I should start to ride my bike to work, but then I’d be such a sweaty bastard by the time I get to work each morning that I’d need another shower. Just thinking about it gets me sweating a little.
Luckily the house is almost finished, and I’m moving in Friday come hell or high water. After I move into the house, I cannot foresee any circumstance under which it would become difficult to have to visit the house every day. As such, I should be able to resume my gym regimen and burn off some man titties.
In other news, spending an entire weekend packing isn’t cool. Not one little bit. Especially when it’s the first nice weekend of the summer. Also, if you ever need to steam clean your carpets I would highly recommend going to Safeway and renting their Bissle Wide Track. That little sucker works like magic. Magic I tells ya!
Finally, under no circumstances should anyone, any where, at any time, watch The Aviator. That movie was ass and a half. First of all, it was a one hour movie stretched to three hours with incredibly annoying shots like Leonardo sitting under a blinking red light for ten minutes. What’s more, yes he’s an agorophobic, germophobic, nutcase. We get it. There’s no reason to completely slam us in the face with it. That movie was about as subtle as a flaming ninja monkey running rampant through a fireworks factory during the blitzkrieg. And I know that it was the directors choice to wash out all of the color in the movie so that stupid people would get the impression that it was “back in the day”, but why did he have to turn the grass purple? There’s no reason for that. The only redeeming assets that movie could possibly boast are 1) a fine job of acting by Leonardo, and 2) I finally got the ‘Spruce Goose’ reference from the Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns goes all Howard Hughes.
If you really want to learn about Howard Hughes I would recommend skipping the crappy movie, and checking out wikipedia.
