March 26, 2008
Fitness
Posted at 2:59 pm
This week I began a fitness program that shall remain nameless but just so happens to rhyme with P90X. The host, who shall remain middle-nameless is Tony Horton, a super ripped overzealous hyper little man who’s lung capacity must be enormous with the amount of talking he does while working out. It’s not so much intelligent speech as it is endless rambling about who-knows-what or in a lot of cases, a sales pitch for all the great P90X products you can buy in addition to the $130 video program you’ve already purchased. Another thing about Tony that makes the skin crawl is how after 45 minutes of jumping around and playing air-basketball, sweat is pouring off his body and his veins are popping out, but his combed ‘do’ is still perfect without a single hair out of place…that my friends, is sickening.
As I contemplate my own personal feelings about Tony and P90X in general, I have made a conscious decision that I am going to continue to fuel my hatred of him and it. As my rage increases, so will my motivation to out do Tony at his own game. Tony is very similar to an alarm clock, the shrill loud annoying ones that make you shudder when you hear them on the radio in the middle of the day. In our subconscious, we associate the pain and agony of waking up in the morning with the sound of the alarm clock. The same is true of P90X, the more pain there is to associate with Tony’s face, the more I hate him.
In the meantime, I’ll be getting muscle mass and fat loss as a byproduct of my loathing and in many ways it will be all thanks to Tony Horton.

March 19, 2008
Illness
Posted at 4:33 pm
I’ve spent the majority of the last 6 days sick in bed. When I wasn’t sick in bed I was sick elsewhere, including (but not limited to) the couch and the floor. The illness that has been taking up residence in my body is a cruel and evil tormentor that is both hungry and resilient…and also a racists. I’m pretty sure this single celled virus has a vendetta against humans and intends to eradicate the entire earth’s supply of tissues, one sneeze at a time. More used tissues…more dead trees, thus, global warming must be a viral conspiracy planned and enacted by a worldwide network of cold natured paramecium!
Prepare yourselves my friends.

March 12, 2008
Due Dates
Posted at 7:42 am
As many of you know, my birthday is on March 29th and has been every year since I was born. What very few of you probably know is that my original due date was March 6th which according to my doctors meant that I was over 3 weeks late in jettisoning from my mother’s womb. Many people are of the persuasion that if a woman goes more than 3 days past her “due date” then she must be induced. The only explanation for this mode of thinking is that the baby must be born as soon as possible to prevent it from developing to its full mental and physical capabilities. “The man” is certainly behind it with a vast and intricate conspiracy to keep the next generation dumb and weak so they are easier to control. It never occurs to anyone that when a mother goes past her due date, it is actually quite possible and within the realm of natural plausibility that (pause for suspense)…the doctor got the due date wrong. Heresy, I know…what was I thinking? Of course, the doctor never says “We need to induce labor now or it could get dangerous for both you and the baby…and if it doesn’t get dangerous then it will prove that I’m a hack and don’t know how to predict due dates and all my credibility in the medical field will be lost and I won’t be able to eat lunch in the senior doctor’s lounge!”
So what if I had been born on March 6 like the conspirators had wanted? Well, March 6 is the 65th day of the year and the 66th day during leap years (what does that tell you?). Regardless of the leap year, there will always be exactly 300 days left in the year on March 6. Dmitri Mendeleev presented the first periodic table on March 6. David Crockett died on March 6, so did Bill Travis and James Bowie along with a few other people in a fort somewhere in Texas…on the continued downside, Michelangelo, Lou Costello, and Shaquille O’Neal were all born on March 6. To top it all off, on March 6, 2008, not 1 week ago, a bomb went off in New York’s Times Square.
I’m not sure what the world would be like if I had been born on March 6, perhaps my appendix wouldn’t have gone bad at the age of 7…perhaps I wouldn’t have had asthma…the list of legitimate speculations is innumerable, one thing however is for certain; I was born on March 29th and through my very birth, I was sticking it to “the man.”

March 5, 2008
Human Enlightenment
Posted at 11:37 am
In the course of human events it often becomes necessary to enlighten those who are less “lightened” than ourselves. The lightenedest of scholars have spent an ambiguous number of decades attempting to discover the complex and irrefutable method for bestowing this “enlightenedness” upon the endarkened members of society. Massive volumes of books and journals have been published to explain these phenomenon and the best they have come up with so far is the analogy of a light bulb coming on inside a person’s head once they come to the realization that whatever they were thinking about, now makes sense.
What they fail to tell you is that the light bulb isn’t failsafe and often comes on at the worst possible time. Just for the sake of argument, imagine Billy, our unenlightened friend, is staring over the edge of a cliff into an enormous precipice. At the base of this precipice sits a huge pile of chainsaws and a pack of hungry snow tigers…while Billy is thinking about what it would be like to fall from such a height, the light bulb in his head suddenly switches on and his mind tells him that jumping into the air from his current position would be both a good idea, and actually quite fun. The light bulb continues to burn as Billy rationalizes…..”it’ll be like flying”…”scars are cool”…”chicks would dig me”… Meanwhile, the group of lemmings that have been watching the whole ordeal from a nearby cliff are persuaded by Billy’s nonverbal communication to do exactly what he is thinking. Case in point.
