A post in honor of..

Today we received a comment. Granted the comment was pseudo asked for, it is a comment none the less. And thus, commence celebration.


In other news I just returned from the gym. I realized something this time though. People who run on treadmills simply don't understand. Why would you run on a treadmill when you can run around a track? Or on a nice day run outside. This baffles me for a number of reasons. Shall I continue? Of course.

For one, when you are on a treadmill you really aren't going anywhere.
Obvious, I know... but is it really? I mean, what do these people really think they are doing. Getting exercise, sure. But why opt for going nowhere when you can at least actually run on the ground.

If you are running to train for something then it makes even less sense to run on a pseudo-springy plastic-ish sheet (treadmill). Why would you train for running on the ground by running on some device. Its clearly a trap (its a trap!). I don't get it. I ran today on a track for the first time when I could have ran on a treadmill easily.

Benefits to running on a track:
-You get to run past things. Like poles. Poles come into your visual field, get closer to your face, then quickly disappear behind you. Success.
-You get to run around dynamic objects, like people and basketball courts.
-Instead of watching a red dot move around a track, you actually get to move in a similar fashion. This allows you to gain a feeling of accomplishment when returning to arbitrary beginning.

Now clearly if given the option, run outside. But certainly do not run on a treadmill. That is just ludicrous.

Also, listen to Radiohead's "Hail to the Thief" album. You probably have already. If you haven't, you should.

And here are a few shout outs to people who really need to listen:
Jeff Hyde: your blog needs some updating, make it happen
Roy: I'm cutting you some slack but step up your game because you are running out
Davesplat: As you were.

Something else that is very underrated. Tight pants. Try it out sometime, I'm telling you if I wasn't a slave to society I would probably rock the tight pants more often than never. Why? I'll tell you.
For halloween I decided to be amazing. I was amazing on two separate occasions in two separate ways.

Method della amazing #1:
I was a greaser. As in grease, as in tight pants. I had a pack of smokes in my sleeve and a 6 pack of budweiser diesels. Also slick hair, a lighter, and a harmonica. I dont smoke cigarettes or play the harmonica. But here are a few ways in which greaser mark is better than non-greaser mark.
I was a badass. That's right. I smoked cigs, I lit peoples cigs, I gave cigs out, I snapped my finger and pumped my leg to the music. My package was more than exposed via tight pantaloons. It was excellent. In fact, I was outside and cops showed up. People scrammed. Jumped the scene. You know what I did? I pulled a cigarette out and lit it, cracked a beer and sat down waiting for the cops to come to me. Thats right. Dont fuck with greaser mark cause hes bad. I talked to the cops, drank my beer, and all was well.

Method del amazing numero dos:
I was boba fett. You heard me. F'ing boba fett.

It took a little while to make but that just solidifies the fact that on halloween i was particularly amazing. A trend I wouldnt continue.

In short, wear tight pants whenever given the opportunity, always smoke and drink in front of cops, and pretend to be fictional characters.

In related news... toys r us no longer sells star wars blasters. Apparently they are too realistic. That's like not selling the easter bunny because it is too similar to what the easter bunny actually looks like.

OK. Peace