My big-mac was giving me some funky business, so I got a new design started. Give me a few weeks to get it looking all nice and me. I am enjoying this orange and blackness so get used to that. In the mean time enjoy this photo of Jim Beam. And following story
This weekend I went camping with Laura and 4 friends. After a couple of bags of wine and several pulls of Jim we slept. The next morning for whatever reason I awoke at 5ish unable to get back to sleep. So I got up and wandered around the site and decided I needed to drop the Cosby kids off at the pool. I was walking to the ca-mode not feeling at the top of my game and realized between the six of us we ate nearly 10 pounds of meat the night before, this was going to be epic.
I sat down on the old can which was just inside the main door, but with no door in front of the stall I could have been in a great position to shake anyone's hand to welcome them to the shitter. Since I had no interest in doing such a thing I pushed with all my might and will.
Before sitting down I noticed that this happened to be a deep toilet, 10 feet or so. Maybe its newer?
With a great relief to my colon I relieved myself what was probably 2 pounds of protein and a soft bloop! I heaved a sigh of...disgust. I got a splash back.
Uhhhhgghh...
What do you do!!!??!?!
Imagine this, you're hung over, the nearest body of water is a flooded river capped out and your at leat 2.5 miles from the nearest bit of privacy, it is also between 5 and 6 am.
I sat on the box completely disgusted with myself and nearly wept. Not only did I have an epic poo of the year. But anyone else's epic disintegrated poo of the year was now in liquid droplets on my rear. What do you do!? I whimpered, wiped my cheeks and in between while briefly considering washing my rump in the public water fountain. With my pride swallowed I drizzled hand sanitizer on my fingers and made pancakes a broken and privately humiliated man.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Hows my little gamer?
Hello my name is Tony I am addicted the dumbest simplest video games ever.
That felt good.
My computer game addiction started at a young healthy age when we played number munchers in elementary school. I loved and hated that game because I was so bad at math it was too much of a challenge but that frog thing that ate the numbers was worth it. Oregon trail was really my vice in those days. I used to buy as many bullets I could and skimp on the wagon wheels and food and I would just hunt buffalo the whole time, it wasn't until I saw someone dodging rocks in the river that I found out there was actually a point to the game other than to hunt.
At home when we updated to our new windows 95 computer I was crazy addicted to this game called Ski Free. My sister and I would sit at the computer and make this guy go off jumps and dodge trees and then eventually the abominable snowman would attack and eat the skier, and then we would repeat.
After a while we outgrew that game and got turned onto Cosmo, Commander Keen, and Lemmings. While my friends were busy figuring out where the 1-ups were in Mario 3 I played on my computer, forever banned from a childhood Nintendo.
So for whatever bad influence my parents thought a little plumber jumping around would cause, my big brother Dan turned me onto Doom II and Wolfenstien. With the internet at school we were able to find cheats and shoot/explode/maul aliens and Nazis until big red pixels poured over the ground.
It wasn't until we got Sim City 2000 that I found out I had a problem, I would turn off the disasters and turn the speed up and eat dinner, after I would have tons of money and would build Arco's all around town and highways and terraform the land destroy churches and power-plants just to see what would happen, then I would turn the disasters back on and riots would burn the city down or aliens would attack and I was forced to repair and start over, awesome. I'm sure I can easily attribute at least a week of my waking life playing this game.
In middle school I was finally allowed a PlayStation, as long my grades stayed up. Sure enough they did. Which aside from the Tony Hawk series bore no addictions.
High school brought my graphing calculator games, which were AWESOME! I rarely actually graphed things on it but god did I play games on it. It was probably a result from never playing Tetris on a Game Boy as a kid.
One day at basketball practice someone said, have you ever played Snood? Its awesome! Many of you know how much of my life snood took up, but I'm sure few of you know just how much snood I used to play. I think easily I could say I have played Snood for at least two or three weeks my waking life. I took a nice break from it after high school but eventually got myself a laptop and equipped it with snood in college and it got me through countless hours of boring lectures while taking notes. Since I could listen to the instructor and play at the same time.
But in between there I stumbled across the addicting game of all games, I'm still too scared to play the newest version of it, for fear of getting sucked back into it. I spent so much of my time playing my first senior year of college I earned a certificate. The game: Line Rider. Probably the most fun any one person could have by just drawing lines on a computer screen. The object of the game was easy, your character is a little sledder and you draw lines and he sleds on them, if he goes too fast and hits a bump he falls off. You could make loops, jumps, half pipes, and even little decorations if you were really good. Sometimes it was just as fun to see what you could make the little sledder do after he fell off. There are some pretty awesome youtube videos with some people's amazing feats with line rider. My certificate of suck was awarded by Miz Fuller, because I was playing that instead of working my homework for the millionth time.
My latest addiction, and the inspiration of this post:
FarmVille.
What a god damned waste of time. Seriously, there is nothing to this game yet I sat down nightly for 7 months harvesting my digital crops and celebrating mediocrity. I still can't pinpoint what really kept me hooked. In the end after I built my Villa and got a groovy barn and a house on a hill I decided there was nothing left and gave it up. It might have been that it was something fun to do on Saturday and Sunday mornings while I waited for Laura to get up but, that still doesn't explain my during the week play time. What upset me the most while playing it was there is no challenge to the game, none! The hardest part of the game was to make sure you harvested your crops on time, which is nuts because after you plant them the game says you need to harvest these between a few hours and several days from now! Thats it! After that the hardest part is avoiding Zynga's attempts at getting you to spend real money on the game. I'm happy to say I'm done and I'm not looking back.
Its hard to say what the future has for me. I know I'm looking forward to Diablo 3's release and beyond that its just going to be something I stumble across. I do have a decent amount of will power, I have thus far managed to avoid all contact with apparently one of the most addicting games of all time, World of Warcraft.
Wish me luck, I'm slowly conquering my addiction...for now.
That felt good.
My computer game addiction started at a young healthy age when we played number munchers in elementary school. I loved and hated that game because I was so bad at math it was too much of a challenge but that frog thing that ate the numbers was worth it. Oregon trail was really my vice in those days. I used to buy as many bullets I could and skimp on the wagon wheels and food and I would just hunt buffalo the whole time, it wasn't until I saw someone dodging rocks in the river that I found out there was actually a point to the game other than to hunt.
At home when we updated to our new windows 95 computer I was crazy addicted to this game called Ski Free. My sister and I would sit at the computer and make this guy go off jumps and dodge trees and then eventually the abominable snowman would attack and eat the skier, and then we would repeat.
After a while we outgrew that game and got turned onto Cosmo, Commander Keen, and Lemmings. While my friends were busy figuring out where the 1-ups were in Mario 3 I played on my computer, forever banned from a childhood Nintendo.
So for whatever bad influence my parents thought a little plumber jumping around would cause, my big brother Dan turned me onto Doom II and Wolfenstien. With the internet at school we were able to find cheats and shoot/explode/maul aliens and Nazis until big red pixels poured over the ground.
It wasn't until we got Sim City 2000 that I found out I had a problem, I would turn off the disasters and turn the speed up and eat dinner, after I would have tons of money and would build Arco's all around town and highways and terraform the land destroy churches and power-plants just to see what would happen, then I would turn the disasters back on and riots would burn the city down or aliens would attack and I was forced to repair and start over, awesome. I'm sure I can easily attribute at least a week of my waking life playing this game.
In middle school I was finally allowed a PlayStation, as long my grades stayed up. Sure enough they did. Which aside from the Tony Hawk series bore no addictions.
High school brought my graphing calculator games, which were AWESOME! I rarely actually graphed things on it but god did I play games on it. It was probably a result from never playing Tetris on a Game Boy as a kid.
One day at basketball practice someone said, have you ever played Snood? Its awesome! Many of you know how much of my life snood took up, but I'm sure few of you know just how much snood I used to play. I think easily I could say I have played Snood for at least two or three weeks my waking life. I took a nice break from it after high school but eventually got myself a laptop and equipped it with snood in college and it got me through countless hours of boring lectures while taking notes. Since I could listen to the instructor and play at the same time.
But in between there I stumbled across the addicting game of all games, I'm still too scared to play the newest version of it, for fear of getting sucked back into it. I spent so much of my time playing my first senior year of college I earned a certificate. The game: Line Rider. Probably the most fun any one person could have by just drawing lines on a computer screen. The object of the game was easy, your character is a little sledder and you draw lines and he sleds on them, if he goes too fast and hits a bump he falls off. You could make loops, jumps, half pipes, and even little decorations if you were really good. Sometimes it was just as fun to see what you could make the little sledder do after he fell off. There are some pretty awesome youtube videos with some people's amazing feats with line rider. My certificate of suck was awarded by Miz Fuller, because I was playing that instead of working my homework for the millionth time.
My latest addiction, and the inspiration of this post:
FarmVille.
What a god damned waste of time. Seriously, there is nothing to this game yet I sat down nightly for 7 months harvesting my digital crops and celebrating mediocrity. I still can't pinpoint what really kept me hooked. In the end after I built my Villa and got a groovy barn and a house on a hill I decided there was nothing left and gave it up. It might have been that it was something fun to do on Saturday and Sunday mornings while I waited for Laura to get up but, that still doesn't explain my during the week play time. What upset me the most while playing it was there is no challenge to the game, none! The hardest part of the game was to make sure you harvested your crops on time, which is nuts because after you plant them the game says you need to harvest these between a few hours and several days from now! Thats it! After that the hardest part is avoiding Zynga's attempts at getting you to spend real money on the game. I'm happy to say I'm done and I'm not looking back.
Its hard to say what the future has for me. I know I'm looking forward to Diablo 3's release and beyond that its just going to be something I stumble across. I do have a decent amount of will power, I have thus far managed to avoid all contact with apparently one of the most addicting games of all time, World of Warcraft.
Wish me luck, I'm slowly conquering my addiction...for now.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Hows my little runner?
What fun!
This weekend was my first timed race in like 6 years and naturally I am running something completely different than what my body may have been used to back in the day. A 5K (3.106856 mi) Vs 400M Hurdles (.24854848 mi). I started running in the middle of March to get all ready for it and have had some good success. My original goal was to finish around 25 min, but then during my training I realized that was probably not going to happen and figured I would probably finish in about 30 minutes. In all honesty the goal was to finish in general, with the ultimate goal of running the entire time. Both were accomplished, with a time of 27:22, not bad! I now realize why my Dad said he started off in the slow group, because you can definitely see some better scenery as you advance in the pack, I think I'll remember this for future races.
Yesterday while I was picking up my info for the race I had the opportunity to measure my vital stats by taking off my flip flops and sanitizing my hands, I think it is a fun thing to share so here you are:
Weight: 199.4
Height: 6'4.7"
BMI: 24
Fat Index: 16%
Fat Mass: 31.9 lbs. (!)
Body Type: Athletic
Overall body health: Good-Excellent
Hurray! Its been fun (doing some extra) running for this 5K because I have actually been able to notice my body thinning up quicker than from just swimming, which sort of confirms my learning that swimmers have a harder time losing weight, for an unknown reason. Ten boxes of girl scout cookies threw quite a wrench in that process as well.
Attending marathon events is also great because of the density of fit and attractive people in such a small amount of space/time. I hope to do another one.
This weekend was my first timed race in like 6 years and naturally I am running something completely different than what my body may have been used to back in the day. A 5K (3.106856 mi) Vs 400M Hurdles (.24854848 mi). I started running in the middle of March to get all ready for it and have had some good success. My original goal was to finish around 25 min, but then during my training I realized that was probably not going to happen and figured I would probably finish in about 30 minutes. In all honesty the goal was to finish in general, with the ultimate goal of running the entire time. Both were accomplished, with a time of 27:22, not bad! I now realize why my Dad said he started off in the slow group, because you can definitely see some better scenery as you advance in the pack, I think I'll remember this for future races.
Yesterday while I was picking up my info for the race I had the opportunity to measure my vital stats by taking off my flip flops and sanitizing my hands, I think it is a fun thing to share so here you are:
Weight: 199.4
Height: 6'4.7"
BMI: 24
Fat Index: 16%
Fat Mass: 31.9 lbs. (!)
Body Type: Athletic
Overall body health: Good-Excellent
Hurray! Its been fun (doing some extra) running for this 5K because I have actually been able to notice my body thinning up quicker than from just swimming, which sort of confirms my learning that swimmers have a harder time losing weight, for an unknown reason. Ten boxes of girl scout cookies threw quite a wrench in that process as well.
Attending marathon events is also great because of the density of fit and attractive people in such a small amount of space/time. I hope to do another one.
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