Okay so the other day I posted that stuff about how the dude couldn’t see the moon because of the workout supplement he was taking.
I guess I was confused, because @The_Real_LLC read it as the guy just couldn’t see the sky or something.
The one thing I know for sure is that this guy’s log of his experience is amazing.
Some more:
Vision side effect, I went to bed I couldn’t see a thing, the window blinds were open and there was light outside, but whatever spot I looked at it went dark but I could see from the side of my eye, for example if I looked at the widow directly there was nothing, but as soon as I rotated my eyeballs away from the window I could see it clearly.
my biceps are sore more than ever and I am loving it.
That last sentence is an LOL for sure, but I still don’t understand how this works.
i just got back driving over one hour at night, a little uncomfortable because all the incoming headlights looked yellow tinted and was confusing especially looking in the rear view mirror
Seriously – I thought in the other entry he couldn’t see when he was looking at something?
PS. I didn’t get enough sleep last night due to the energy drink, so I felt really tired today and somewhat lightheaded, but tomorrow is chest day and I’m ready to rip it up
Oh.
i went outside while the lights were off and tripped over a chair, it hurt like son of a b—h, even my son who was walking with me looked at me like (how in the hell you didn’t see that chair!)
Kids are so silly – don’t they know daddy is getting big and strong.
just wanted to report about my vision, the moon was so bright last night according to my wife, she said the whole room was lit, well i couldn’t see a thing, i couldn’t even see where the window was
This next one is also interesting, although not vision-related.
The new [redacted] tastes different, kind of like fiberglass glue, not that I tasted fiberglass glue, but it tastes like the smell of fiberglass
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Whatever – regardless of whether this stuff works, I need to understand how this vision side effect works. It seems there’s not just a problem with the moon, but also with seeing windows.
Should I try this stuff or not? I’m still waiting for Mommy to get in touch telling me not to – she may have stopped reading the blog again.
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As you may or may not know, long ago I was a personal trainer, a brief gig that sprung mainly from my love for health and fitness.
During that time, I tried probably every nutritional supplement possible, and even now continue to keep an eye on the newer stuff coming, some of which might be deemed “borderline legal”.
It’s rooted in a longing I have to be offered a role where they’re like, “This pays a lot of money and it’s yours, but we need you to put on 20 pounds in two months.”
When that happens, I’ll call and apologize to my mom, then speed-race to the nearest steroid dealer I can track down with more excitement than anyone has ever done anything with.
Anyway, there’s an interesting product swirling around that surely will be banned sooner rather than later.
Perusing a message board where some people are trying it out, apparently there’s a small vision-based side effect that accompanies the ingestion of said product.
Here are some posts made by users.
Occasional blurred vision side [effects] are still something that will have to be taken in account till there is a sure fire way to either stop it or lower the chance of getting it.
Slight and occasional blurring. Annoying, but somewhat mild really.
I did have a blurred vision. It wasn’t much but I remember having to concentrate more to focus on things. I also had a vision sides during the day – yellow tint, color cycling and a definite blurring.
What.
i don’t think any of us experienced blurred vision, we only lost the ability to see farther at night; we could only see where the light was aiming at. also it took longer to adjust from light to dark places, and at night we couldn’t see the sky even with a full moon.
Oh.
God.
BUT DID IT MAKE YOU BIG AND STRONG.
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To preface this, you need to know that I locked my keys in my car about a week ago, and the AAA guy that came to get them out was FURIOUS at my ineptness, especially when it turned out the keys weren’t even in the car.
So I was on Blackberry Messenger with the same person I was on with when it happened last time.
Brian: Gah damn it I left my lights on now my battery is dead
Girl: Omg brian
Girl: You have so many car troubles
Brian: I swear I call AAA once a week lol
Girl: LOL
Brian: it’s not the car it’s me – just always in a hurry
Girl: Omg if that same guy some again
Girl: Comes
Brian: Lololol oh god it’s even more cold today
Girl: Lol forever
Brian: I will buy him this romance novel from borders
Brian: IMG00608.jpg ( 77.03KB )
Girl: LOLOL
Brian: I’m just like “sorry man I know it’s cold I got this for you”
Girl: “This should keep you warm at least a little”
Brian: Lol
Brian: Oh man it is cold out
Girl: : (
Brian: My hands have frostbite and no longer work
Girl: R u wearing shorts again
Girl: Oh no lol
Brian: LOL
Brian: Like my car won’t start and also I tripped on the curb and fell down and can’t get up lol
Girl: LOLOL
Brian: Nobody will help me lol
Girl: Lmao
Girl: Omg
Brian: I’m loling for real right in the middle of the store lol
Girl: Lol lol lol
Brian: Oh god the car just started now what lolol
Brian: He will get here and I won’t be lol
Girl: LOL SHUT UP
Brian: I will leave the book on the ground with a sorry note
Girl: Omg I’m dying
Girl: LOL
Girl: Horrible
Brian: Oh man I am glad I can share this with you
Girl: Lol omg me too brian
Brian: going to the gym – time to get big and strong!
What happens to all my BBM pals when the Google Phone takes hold of my life January 5th? Do you think I can still find ways to have mobile instant messaging fun?
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I spent about an hour and a half yesterday watching the marathon of the two original V miniseries on SyFy while I worked.
When I was done with that, I stopped pretending to get work done, and instead embraced my wild nostalgia for the subsequent 8.5 hours.
After that, I went and read the recaps of the single season of the regular TV series.
It wasn’t until I reached this synopsis of the last episode that I realized what a profound effect this franchise had on my work, particularly the type of writing I’ve been doing for about the past year.
When Diana learns that Mike and Philip have agreed to a friendly fencing exhibition, she orders James to make sure the swords are deadly — instead of unarmed exhibition weapons, Mike and Philip will use swords charged with nuclear disintegrators.
Now, if that doesn’t sound like it’s right out of my Brad Radby book or my Saved By the Bell Begins, I don’t know what does.
After reading that, I couldn’t help it, and started watching the episodes on thewb.com – particularly because of the way Marc Singer’s Mike Donovan embraces the action jump, the action run, the action ladder-climb, the action casual walk, and the action going-out-to-dinner.
Those of you who have seen 2WO G2N G2Y – which is nobody – would be as shocked as I am to see I’m basically doing Mike Donovan in that role.
You can watch some choice Donovan clips right here.
Oh, and if you’ve read my Prelude to a Super Airplane book, you know that the V screengrab at the start of the post was also good for a mild heart attack.
What is your favorite kind of action thing to do and when was the last time you did it.
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(This blog called Steady Burn caught wind of some WSM? rumblings, saying it appears to be a “sort of irreverent and haphazard production”. If that’s not accurate, I don’t know what is.)
So I’m supposed to be writing exactly what you want me to for the next 12 posts, plus Becky will be 13.
But…I haven’t been able to work out since the surgery. All I can do is take these 30 minute walks that do nothing. My brain is days away from complete shutdown.
Wednesday I’m cleared to at least go on the elliptical machine, and that should spur genuine sweat/breathing/heart-rate acceleration – hopefully things start functioning again.
In the meantime, what more could you want than @jerryricetwo?
YO MAH PICTURE A BOOTY HELICOPTER NOW!!! LOL!!! say a voicemail at it
DAM JUDE LAW GET OUT MAH SOFA wtf bro this night over
JUDE LAW THINK HE ON CSI MEAN HE SLEEPIN ON MAH SOFA?? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??? brb
@trilby_dare YO I PUT SKY CAPN ON DAT TV AND JUDE LAW GOT OUTY FIVE MAH SOFA LOL!!!! omg he still drunk
DIS JUDE LAW AINT MAH FRIEND EVER AGAIN NOOOOOOOOOOO
Is Jude Law actually inside his sofa, or is that just the slang/vernacular? Even I don’t know.
JRtwo’s like my little personal Pinocchio – I just want him to be a real boy. :(
How would you go about getting a passed out Jude Law off your sofa? If these jokes were exactly the same, but I didn’t reveal that they actually came from Twitter, would that solve GOt’s problem? Answer all these questions for me – mah life!
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(Personal Wolverine – 1 and 2 are good sized and in regular rotation – the others are secondary, and only appear on special occasions.
I know I could give them promotions with the right training and perhaps performance enhancing drugs.)
Here, at long last – the true story of my dislocated shoulder, and my subsequent fear/passion with shoulder injuries.
Getting your shoulder hurt is like the worst thing ever – I’d rather have a broken face than a damaged shoulder, and I’ve had both, so no frontin’.
(If you’ve been reading the Brad Radby book, you know he shares my obsession with getting a hurt shoulder – this is probably my favorite instance of it.)
Anyway, I dislocated my shoulder in college, wrestling in the front room of my fraternity house, and for weeks afterward, it was all swollen and horrible, and I couldn’t lift my arm above my head at all.
For the record, the exact sound I made when it happened was, “AACCH-GERRGHHH!!! OH NO!!! MY SHOULDER!!!”
I guess I don’t really have a point, other than this would be a fantastic reason to go on Oprah. She would ask me all about it, and I could say interesting things like:
“Yeah, it hurt so bad.”
“Oh man, I hope that never happens again.”
“Who all seen my dislocated shoulder – that’s kinda where I was coming from on it.”
“Let me tell you, if I see a wall, and someone who wants to wrestle me, I’m outta there.”
“At first I thought it was dislocated, and it turned out I was right.”
“I’ve also sprained my ankle before. Not even half as painful as dislocating my shoulder.”
“It hurt…it just…hurt…” (Followed by a slow, emotional breakdown into tears – real ones.)
“Sometimes, I wonder if my shoulder is really back in place at all, y’know?”
Yeah, that’s all – please tell me of your shoulder injuries, and I’ll compile them into a new book, In Times of Dislocation: A Story of Shoulders.
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I need to finally take the time to do a full analysis of this Wolverine movie poster.
I first saw this like a month ago, and it’s fascinated me ever since.
Not so much because of the abundance of bulging veins, but because I’m trying to determine how and why this scene/scenario could be in the movie.
Options:
1) He’s just escaped from some important thing, and is venting his victory angst.
This is certainly possible, but logic says this would’ve happened just outside the woods, instead of some arbitrary spot in the middle of the field.
There’s no delineation point in this field that says, “okay, now I got away for sure.”
2) He’s just killed someone of great importance, whether good or bad.
Accidentally killing a loved one or an important enemy are both things Wolverine would do, if he had to, but I see no dead bodies anywhere here.
When you kill someone important, you usually emit your angst right over the body – you don’t take a few steps away and do it.
3) He was just walking along, and decided to stop and scream at the sky.
Wolverine is one tortured individual, so this is the most likely case. I really hope this scene is in the movie, exactly in this context, and I hope it’s the first scene, and the second scene, and all the other scenes.
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I can’t help but feel a little sorry for Allen Iverson.
At this point it’s become clear that what his career was always about – not being able to play well with others – is what is career actually was always about.
He’s having major sadness about it, and even though I like him, I’d love to see Cavs-Lasers in the first round, because I think all of their various issues would eventually result in the ultimate Sheed meltdown for all-time.
This whole thing where the Wolverine movie has leaked online isn’t that big a deal. I mean, it sucks and it’s wrong, and I’ll be similarly angry when I accidentally leak my movie online tomorrow, but I don’t see it having a huge effect on the box office.
Go read David Poland’s analysis – I think it’s correct.
What’s great is that no matter if it makes a ton of money or tanks, the leak with be credited with doing that.
They’ve got their “out” if it doesn’t perform, and then Wolverine stands in a field and screams. If it takes off, then it was so good, people went and saw it anyway, and Wolverine stands in a field and screams.
If it’s right in the middle, Hugh Jackman stands in a field and screams, but not as Wolverine. Nobody writes anything about it in this last scenario.
(Side note: I don’t think I’m genetically capable of having that many veins pop out of my arms, but I’m now determined to try. Originally this entire post was about that.)
Today’s Brad Radby movie is 1999’s Dr. Wall Street, with Ben Affleck, Al Pacino, Minnie Driver, and Bruce Willis.
One day at the businessman cigar club, Ben finds out his Minnie Driver is also Al’s secret wife, and that she’s from England. The double-crosses are happening everywhere, and it turns out Bruce is bad, and Al knows it, and Minnie knew also, even though she’s never met Bruce.
When Ben finds this last one out, he pulls the fire alarm and runs down the street in the rain, and he’s holding important files when he does this.
I ended up rewriting this one quite a bit, but in the end it came out pretty funny, probably because of the surfing thing in the credits. This was also the first of the book’s soon-to-be excessive and borderline offensive use of the term “The Big C”.
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So since my surgery I haven’t been allowed to lift at all. Like, I’m not supposed to strain my face.
