Sunday, December 31, 2006

Please, God...

Let the playoff loss in a couple weeks finally be the end of the Rex Grossman era in Chicago.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Today Was a Good Day

I found out I'm below 220 pounds for the first time since the 8th grade, ate a steak, watched Over the Top, and got a message board post replied to by Scott "Flash" Norton. Plus, nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Before and After


Me in February: 293 lbs.
Me now: 221.

I am awesome.

DAMN THE TORPEDOES

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Current Status

Plecostomus still only remaining living fish. He doesn't seem to mind. Not sure if it was that bacteria cycle stuff or what, but the tank has suddenly changed. The water looks a lot clearer, the plecostomus actually comes out in the open during the day for some reason, and algae seems to be growing on everything, thankfully not including the glass. Before, it never would grow on anything, despite the fact that I was constantly dropping the little wafers in there. Also, I gave up on the search and bought new algae wafers, which in addition to being a different brand are also a different color. So maybe now, the new green algae will mix with the old reddish algae that's already there to create some new greenish-red strain of super-algae. Or it could just kill us all, who knows. Hopefully the former.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Have I mentioned

That I love the Bowman brand of football trading cards?



(SpecialgoldcardofJ.D.Runnelsholycrap)

Always taking things from me...

In the last couple days, my algae wafers and bottle of Cycle bacteria crap for the fish tank, as well as a single glove have all disappeared, and a complete tearing-apart of the apartment and the car turned up neither. The only answer is that someone with a key to my apartment has been coming in and taking things. Someone with a fish tank that has an algae-eater inside and who is missing their left hand.
The glove is especially infuriating, though. A while back, like in the summer, I decided, "man, you know what I never have? Decent gloves." So I spent close to twenty bucks on these things. And for me, they were pretty nice. Well, they weren't particularly stylish or even all that attractive, but they were constructed well and really warm as long as you didn't get them wet. Also, at one point or another, Booker T, Goldust, Rey Mysterio Jr., and Sting (Steve Borden, not Gordon Sumner) have all included a pair in their ring attire. And so it finally gets cold, prompting me to finally wear some gloves and have my hands be totally comfortable and warm. And I wear them for like three days and lose one of them, rendering the other one useless, unless I want to be some sort of reverse-color Michael Jackson. The world is so cruel.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Deathride into terror, part 34534534

Well, the ice is off the roads, but I just almost totally died, which is quite common around these parts. A guy in a truck was in the wrong lane, and I almost got hit head-on. The reason he was in the wrong lane?

He was swerving to miss a transvestite.

Friday, December 01, 2006

in lieu of hot chocolate

I am sipping hot tea like no other.