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Yeah, this one seemed like it was going to be an epic battle, but it blew over pretty quickly.  Maybe both of our memories are getting so bad that it’s harder to hang onto that internal rage.  Adam says I like being mad.  I say, nobody likes being mad, but it does take me longer to cool off than the average bear. 

Guess what I’m unable to cool off about this morning?  The fact that I went to a late showing of Vicky Cristina Barcelona last night with Adam and three bitches (THREE!) were texting at various times throughout the movie (which was a good movie – more on that later).  And since it was a late show on a Tuesday night there were only like 30 people even in the huge theater.  What the F!?!  If your life is so exciting that you cannot put down the blackberry or phone for 96 minutes then don’t buy an f’ing ticket.  I am so sick of this. Does anyone live somewhere where this kind of thing doesn’t happen?  If so, please let me know and I’ll pack my bags now.  I’m so fed up with disrespectful people.  I just don’t get it.

That’s right, there’s your awesome (read: totally mediocre) punchline. :)

It’s true though, as much as I’m enjoying the Olympics and am shocked how into it I am, I also cannot wait for it to be over…it’s been rough for all of us on the East Coast…you West Coasters are getting it good – sometimes over here you have to stay up until like two freaking AM to find out end results of shit. I’m SO tired.

That said, when they’re gone I’ll completely and utterly miss them I’m sure.

Also, can I just say how awesome it is to have a boss that not only doesn’t get mad at your for maybe borderline nodding off at your desk, but who fully admits to having the same problem.  As I’ve said before, working where I work and for who I work for has spoiled me from ever having another “real job” again, I’ve pretty much got to make a go of this “writing thing” or I’ve got to kill myself or find a way to retire…overweight trophy wife anyone?

I promise you there is a punchline in your future (specifically your future of tomorrow).

Hope everyone had a great weekend. Mine was surprisingly productive/enjoyable as in I got some writing done, submitted a new piece to a new journal I haven’t tried before, did some critiques for group on Sunday, actually attended group on Sunday, did five comics (shocking! this hasn’t happened in months – maybe I’m getting back on track!) and spent a nice day with Adam eating sandwiches in a park-like setting and seeing two movies (Frozen River and Brideshead Revisited – more on both of those later) as well as had a nice little sushi dinner with him on Sunday.

All in all, if I’d managed to get in more exercise it would have been a pretty healthy and balanced weekend. Still too much time sitting on my ass though…I need new hobbies…reading, writing, and drawing/art/comics are just making me fatter and fatter and fatter…bastards.

Guess what I still didn’t manage to do though…amongst all that other good work and “success” – I still managed to not write ONE SINGLE WORD for my novel rewrite.

Go me! I am the king of procrastination!

Yeah, I have no excuses really.  It’s been a rough month…but every month seems like that for me and writing.  I’ve done better this month in the sense that the huge deadline looming has forced me to get several short fiction pieces off my plate and submitted or ready for submission to clear the way for the novel rewrite, but as for actual words written for the novel – not. a. single. one.  Yay me!

Have a good weekend everyone…anything exciting on the agenda?  I have one thing on mine, I bet you can guess what it is…

That’s right, I’m pretty anti-plan. After trying all sorts of things in my relatively short life this far (everything from weight watchers to slim fast to south beach) I’m a pretty firm believer that none of this works. Life is about balance and if you don’t figure it out without a trick of some kind, you’re likely to fall right back into the same bad habits eventually. I know I did. Multiple times. The “diets don’t work, weight watchers does” is a pretty brilliant marketing strategy, and a lot of people claim it works for them (talk to me in five years) but in the end I am angrier at WW than I am at any of the other plans, because ultimately I feel it’s being even more dishonest.

Okay, no more talk about this, it’s depressing me, even though I’m the one that brought it up.

I’ve been noticing even more weight loss ads lately, particularly for Nutrisystem (the most annoying of all the ads – for various reasons) anyway, it hit me like a ton of bricks the other day, that if any of this crap worked, we wouldn’t need these ads.  You’d just need a couple ads.  People would try it, it would be wildly successful, and then everyone would be doing it, and then in a couple years we’d all be blissfully thin and happy and there would be no more need for the ads. 

But, supposedly we’re fatter than ever, and yet there are more ads and more diet plans and companies than ever.  Hmmm.  I wonder, is it possible that diets are not good for you?  That quick fixes and “new revolutionary plans” that are impossible to integrate into a real believable life actually set you back and make it impossible to live happy “normal” lives?  Gee.  Could it be? 

I’ve known for years that most “diets” out there are a bunch of bunk (partially through trial and error, and partially just by using my brain) but it didn’t hit me until the other day that we’re inundated by more and more diets and ads and systems and nonesense, and yet the world just keeps tell us we’re getting fatter (and of course by fatter they mean less healthy – because OF COURSE that HAS to go hand in hand with less healthy…even though it doesn’t always).  So something doesn’t add up.  Has anyone else been thinking about the math on this?

That’s right…I could have started an exercise regime that would have eventually led me to swimming in a pool, which eventually could lead me to being a great and powerful swimmer (unlike the out of shape normal swimmer that I am today), or I could just make some brownies. 

And now we all understand why I’m not an athelete.  I was always an atheletic kid, and I grew up around sports and probably had a ball in my hand way before I ever had a doll in my hand, but I just never had the drive back then to really become a true athelete, and probably can’t find the drive now…but I really AM inspiried watching these Olympic games and so maybe SOMETHING will rub off on me.

Yeah, I’m WAY into it. That swimming relay last night was absolutely unbelievable. I hate to admit that it was made even more sweet by the reports/rumors of the French team talking a lot of shit.

I’m not really a believer in talking shit (unless it is completely in jest for comedic effect). I come more from the “just do it, or just shut up” school of thought. Talking shit just makes you look like a moron when you can’t deliver, and man does it make losing even less fun.

I’m not the most patriotic of souls, especially these days, but watching those boys, especially Phelps (of course) celebrate their win was completely awe inspiring. I can’t imagine how amazing that must feel. This blog isn’t called “semi-finalist” for nothing…it’s hard to even be a finalist, let alone get the gold. Good for them.

Oy.  The good news is, this event caused me to solve the age old problem I’ve been whining about over here on 1979 Semi-Finalist…namely, why is it kind of sometimes good, but mostly horrible when people give you nice compliments in public?  (Unn!)

Well, at least for me, the answer is, if it’s a stranger, who I will likely never see again, whether it be pedestrian, construction worker, truck driver, etc., that compliments me (or yells UNN!) then I’m mostly okay with it.  It may be uncomfortable for a brief moment, but it’s fairly painless and I am generally left with a nice warm fuzzy feeling or ego boost.  However, when it is someone you have to see frequently, a guy who runs a comic book store, a clerk of a store you frequent, a construction worker you are going to have to walk past on your way to work for six months, or a cabbie you are trapped with for 20 minutes, then it’s just plain uncomfortable.  You can’t help but realize that you are maybe going to have to deal with something like this everytime you see this person, and while you can elegantly (or casually) come up with a way out of or around one compliment, how do you elegantly get through 20 or 50 compliments…it becomes a whole other thing.

And in the comic above, this is exactly what happened.  This very nice older gentleman that either works, or owns, or just loves to constantly hang out in the comic book store around the corner from my house complimented me like three weeks ago when I went in to pick up some books before I left for Hawaii.  I kind of blew it off and forgot, but I went in this week and it happened again, and the way he left it made me feel like it is going to happen everytime I go in there.  Which makes me never want to go in there again.  Which is pretty freaking inconvenient.  It’s not a great comic book shop, but it’s the only place I can easily pick up new weekly comics.  Curses!

I have to pretend I hate Strawberry Tall Head so that they will give up and stick with that one, but to be honest, I think it’s a pretty hilarious name…and they could have been much much more cruel had they wanted to. 

Big mistake though, never tell your co-workers ANYTHING is apparently the rule I should garner from this.

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