And I will add more notes etc.
Anyway, I'm just trying to be creative with the blog. I want to show my progress with my workout routine from now until Christmas, and not drink beer the whole time, and eat cheaply and well.
And Re: Bicycling and Road running races and/Triathlons in general. It is so last century.
I mean, don't the people that do triathlons and are featured in one of those maudlin, or lachrymose (a word I learned from Ann Coulter) John Tesh profiles, especially the over 30 gang, seem terribly self centered, if not Narcissistic, spending all that time excercising and neglecting their families, when they don't even do it for a living?
I mean, Lance rode a bike for a living and livelihood. That's the difference.
It scares me sometimes, because I see unadulterated female lust expressed in the depths of their eyes, and it makes me feel cheap, and used, as if they are mentally undressing me.
And the thing about when I get myself back in shape and am all perfect and muscular: the women can't seem to keep their hands off me, and they come up with excuses for running their cool, graceful hands across the fabric of my shirt, and for trailing their fingers in my deep abdominal cuts. So deep that spare change can be lost in them BTW.
I try to explain to them, like Elvis said once in a movie: "Take it easy girls, there's only one of me to go around."
To no avail.
Man oh man! Those girls are tall, ain't they? The first showgirl is my favorite I think, but I'm not sure, because as you can see, the 3rd Lass is a wildcat!
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5:02PM July 31. Too much to do tonight. I really need to get organized, and so will continue tomorrow or later this coming week with all this.
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July 31, 2011 - 7:53
One more thing, and to Ann, and I hope you are reading this:
Elvis decided that he would drop in on the President one day, and Nixon, said OK.
I mean, Elvis just pulled up in front of the White House, and paid a call, and Nixon, a man who had a whole lot of shit in his life to deal with, agreed to meet Elvis, who later on proved to be a guy that had a whole lot of shit going on in his life as well.....and they met.
And Elvis, once inside, started rummaging through Nixon's drawers, and Nixon was cool about it.
Well., Elvis was a part of the Greatest Generation, or at least not too far removed, and not a Baby Boomer Mick Jagger/John Lennon creator of the Horror of Student Loan Debt in America.
As Professor Allan Bloom said, in so many words, John Lennon, the Capitalist, had amassed a huge private fortune, one of the largest at the time, and left it to Yoko Ono, courtesy of an entertainment industry that catered (for the first time in human history) solely to uneducated children: Rock Music.
So who is really the bad guy in the end? John Lennon? Mick Jagger? Nixon? Elvis?
I was really sore when President Ford died, because all the Liberal Media could talk about was not Ford, but about what a Shit Nixon was.
And the Liberal Media even went so far as to say that Nixon walked on the beach with leather shoes, and that Ford walked on the beach in sneakers, and how much superior Ford was for doing so.
Well, what the Fuck! If I want to walk on the beach, I dont give a flying fuck if I am dressed in shoes, sneakers or bare feet, or chains, or rags, so I do NOT hold the shoes against Nixon at all.
FUCK the mainstream media!
FUCK the BABY Boomer Rich Mick Jagger and John Lennon sham (Havisham) artist custodial, commodity Capitalistic (In need of major reform) legacy, and all the other icons of the baby boomer generation. Nihilists and moral relativists, and non philospphical monsters straight from Pandora's box.
And FUCK no talent Yoko Ono and any attempts to name a highway, or a bridge or a road or a section of a park after anyone. Strawberry fields is just a blot on history.
All I know is that Usury (AKA Student Loan Debt) was created by the FUCKING Hippies, and the Woodstock generation blood sucking vampires, and I feel the effects every day, and every waking hour.
The American Mind is closed, and Mick, the manipulative Robber Baron, has proved himself to be the very worst robber baron, once or twice removed, that the world has ever seen.
I mean, Dear God, Mick played at the Superbowl halftime show and probably raked in tons of money for what?
For what?
Satisfaction?
Or Money. Just money. And that is what Mick Jagger was all about from day one. A great big money licking tongue.
Oh Dear God, I am so deep in debt. I have an education, and may Dear God help me, Mick Jagger and Ozzy Osbourne, in this upside down society, never, never had to take out a student loan.
Oh Dear God help me, I am so bitter, And it is a sin. (Note: I had a different one below with W Buckley and A Bloom, but I had clicked the wrong one, and now have the one I want, with Hefner and A Bloom. Any questions just ask)
And Sharon Osbourne continues to throw her illiterate and cold Capitalistic drinks right in the face of every educated American, and defend her incredibly rich and creepy husband, Ozzy, as he stands in a cemetary and calls himself macaroni or cool or whatever. (Go to his website and see)
May God help and bless America.
My God, what the hell has happened to America?
A bit drunk, so don't mind me.
But Ann, you are wrong about there being no middle foot. The Venutians have one, and the Mercurians are said to have three middle feet.
Interesting fact about the Mercurians though. One can walk up behind a Mercurian say, at a cocktail party, and blast him or her with a blowtorch, and the Mercurian won't even notice.
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| The Planet Mercury: Home of the Gentle Race of thick- skinned Mercurians (With three middle feet) |
Anyway, If me Lady. Me Lady Ann, is up in the wee hours, while I am asleep (as I heard somewhere, and how interesting) then, me Scotish Lass, ye might like this as ye sip your herbal tea. (Put the headphones on though, and turn it up loud. You don't want to wake up the rest of the house, after all you know :)
It is DEE again, the Preacher, and though I am Catholic, the Evangelical Christians do pull me in sometimes. Somehow I think you will like this song.
And if you happen to look out the window tonight, at the summer sky, might you think of me for a second or two? Full screen of course.
August 1, 7:40AM - Well, I should have quit last night at 5:02.
I mean, Nixon, Mercurians, Venutians, Elvis? Do I really mean all that? I don't know. It sure was odd wan't it?
Just one word to explain all that: Beer.
But it is August 1, and I'm done with all the beer until Christmas.
I will post my progress as I work out over the next 5 months. You will be amazed at my progress, and at how sharp my abs will get. The fat around my midle goes away if I lay off the beer. And you will also be impressed at how striated my shoulders become etc.
And with a clear head, because I need that now.
