Friday, January 25, 2008
I can't tell you what the idea is, for this is the internet, and I don't want the idea being stolen by some smart guy I used to make fun of to the brink of transferring or killing himself getting sweet sweet retribution on me by stealing my bitties. Those are my bitties damnit! Anyway, I'll have more to write about later, such as me already writing my autobiography and just predicting somethings.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I have no been to the gym for quiet some time, which made me re-enter the deadly 200lb zone. So I got my act back together and started back at the gym last night. The hardest thing for me to do is to start working out on a constant basis, so when I noticed it was 7:30 and I was still in the office and the gym closes at 8, I thought for sure my plan to shed some weight was already doomed.
But somehow when I got home, I got the will to go running outside. This is very unusual for me because there are a few factors that keep me from running outside in the winter months. 1) My lungs freeze very easily. If I even start to breathe heavily, my lungs don't seem to want to function well. Even if I breathe in through my nose and out my mouth like I was told to do, it never it still happens. 2) My skin dries extremely easily. The very thought of running in the dry cold air makes the area of my nose start to flake. 3) It's fucking cold out.
But nay, I disregarded all my better senses and went jogging, first saying I was going to just run around the block and maybe to campus and back. But the one thing about me is I get competitive, and more so with myself. I see somewhere else, I'll be like, well, you can run there and it won't be too much farther. Then when I realize how much farther it is, I use scare tactics on myself, calling myself a pussy and saying you'll never be a good son. You know, mental tactics that a horrible father would say to his son, thus making me press on. It's really the reason I'm not laying in a bed at 350 lbs right now.
So I'm nearing the end of my run and then I feel it. My organs sometimes give me up to a four minute maximum warning time when it's time to head to the bathroom. This is usually fine since I just get up and take a break from work and do my business. This time it gave me a max time of 2.3 minutes and I was staring at a hill that I don't even like walking up. It's a huge bitch of a hill that is perfect for sledding and that's about it. Little kids probably have a name for it like "Devils Ditch" or "The Great Schism." And here I was, trying to peddle my fat feet up it knowing that at any moment I was going to start one of my most feared things in life: Shitting my pants.
Now if you've never been chased by a ravenous beast or never saw a person you didn't like and had to get out of sight real fast, let me enlighten you on something about running. It's all about contraction on the lower part of your body, for example, your stomach. That is why you never see a runner with too big a beer belly. It gets your abs going. It makes the muscles contract. And what other act involves contracting? Yep, shitting. The harder I pushed up the hill, the more I thought I was going to shit my pants. I even had a fail safe place I could have popped behind a tree and let it drop, but it was in a cemetery. And the last thing I want to do given my luck these days is desecrate on some sort of old mob boss who will later come back to get me.
So I pushed on, and pushed in. Just hoping. When I got back to my apartment, I ran for the door....and ran into it. I had forgotten I locked the bottom door and threw my keys into the bush I always throw them in. I searched frantically for them like there was a killer after me and all I had to do was get in the door and I would be safe. So when I finally found them and got the key in the door, which seemed like it took me 5 or 6 tries due to how cold and nervous I was, I booked up the steps, most likely waking up my roommate on the couch, who sleeps in intervals of 10 min of sleep, 5 min of awake, busted through the door and made it JUST in time. It was the sweetest shit I've ever taken. Better than that one on our family road trip up to Maine.
I think the reason for this alarming scare was due to the fact that my body is smart. It was used to just sitting around and relaxing. It's like a 10 year old who has to go back to school after an awesome summer of baseball and ice cream. My muscles were in no way ready to get back to work, so as I was punishing the muscles through working out, they were going to punish me by making me shit my pants.
I won muscles. Eat it. Eat shit!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The theory of time travel has been a subject that has been discussed among me and my friends while we were amidst large drunken stupors for many years. I think it stems from the fact that many of our favorite movies are based on time travel. Back to the Future, Terminator, Time Cop….all the good ones. But it seems that every movie has contradicted itself. I will use Back To The Future as my basis for this theory and work from there.
The only way time travel can work is seen in a movie I regret to say I watched. Having spent the weekend with the girlfriend, I was forced to watch one of the newer Harry Potters on ABC Family (forced to watch = napping on the couch with her and was too comfortable to complain/I admit I got a little into the plot, but not enough to warrant any reading or viewing). In said Potter film, events are occurring like normal, Harry gets in trouble, but the only way to get out of trouble is to defy the rules, yada yada yada. But while he is trying to escape danger, things are happening outside of their view, helping them escape evil. As the movie goes on, we find that potter and friend go back in time to help themselves. Example: crazy wolf character is about to eat them when they hear another wolf call. Fastfoward to time travel and it is the potter and friend who traveled back in time that made the wolf call. In other words, a type of “destiny” occurred. The future potter and the present potter existed at the same time. No course of history was altered. It happened the way it was supposed to happen, just as after the event was done, potter and friend went back in time to help keep the past the way it should be. If they did NOT go back in time, it would be then that history would have been altered. If they did NOT go back in time, they would probably have been eaten.
This is why if time travel is possible in the future, we would already know about it. Someone would have come back already and we would have discovered that someone in the future will invent time travel because it would already be a part of our history. That is, unless, the person who invents time travel does not travel to a time that has happened already. He may travel to 2020 and then die. Is this a possibility? We’ll just have to wait until 2020 to find out.But say this man from 2020 doesn't die. Say he lives in 2021 and goes back one year for maybe a day to talk to his future self and then goes back to 2021. A year goes by and now that guy has a choice, he has to go back in time to go talk to himself, or he will change history. But it's his choice, he can choose not to and possibly explode the universe or something crazy will happen.
So in one theory I present a type of destiny, where one person going back in time is already set in history because and then there is another that throws destiny way out the window. They both seem extremely right, and that is why I don't really like to think about this much even though I always do when a plot of time travel comes up in the movies.
Friday, January 11, 2008
So it's the new year. The Year of Cake (as me and Jake labeled it as my ex-girlfriend drove us home from Maryland - a hopefully totally separate story to be told later). Basically, with this being the Year of Cake, you must either learn to make, learn more about, or, as the route I'm going to take, eat more cake. There is no real reason behind this, except that it was funny at the time and it will become a year-long-drug-out-joke-that-is-funny-to-no-one.
The only thing I can say about the new year is I'm going to have some hilarious (at least to me) things to talk about that I'm not at liberty to write just yet (tales of extortion, booze-till-you-lose, and hummers - the cars and the, well...).
So here we go, 2008....starting in Red Headed Cyberspace on January 12th apparently since I haven't posted in a real long time.
I promise some goodness soon...