Spinnin' wheels...

I took a spinning class today, at the urging of one of my friends.

Spinning is intense.

My legs hurt. And I consider myself to be in pretty good shape.

The thing is, if I do something that kicks my ass, I'm then immediately launched on a mission to kick the ass-kicker's ass. I wouldn't say spinning really beat me up...I just got jostled around a bit.

Anyway, now I guess I'm a spinner. Good times.

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Hitch is a funny movie. Very, very funny. I want to be Will Smith when I grow up (that goal hasn't changed for the last fifteen years)...

full of Moxi...again

I got a new DVR box, so I'm back in love with Moxi again. This one - let's call her Moxi II - is much less difficult than the first. So it's good times in my apartment again.

Started a new project - it's super secret. But it's cool. When I get concrete dates I'll tell you all about it. But I can tell you that I'm very excited about it...

Time to make dinner. I can't believe that I'm voluntarily eating this much salad. I've lost 11 pounds in a month, though, and my muscles are starting to pop, so I guess I'd be a fool to stop now. I do miss chocolate chip cookies...rock-hard abs can't make up for that.

Moxi is playing hard to get

I'm currently on hold with the folks at Charter, who are slowly sliding down my Christmas list. The cable has been in and out for three days, and I'm starting to get cranky - and so is my upstairs neighbor, who depends on me to record Oprah and Dr. Phil (I need to stop hanging out with girls). I'm currently missing the Grammys, which is ok because I've already found out who won thanks to the internet; but there's a documentary on Shirley Chisholm at 10:30 that I've been waiting to see for a week, and if I don't get to see/record that, it's not gonna be pretty. (Don't know who Shirley Chisholm is? You should. Take 5 seconds and click here for a bio of her, or click here to find out about this documentary that I'm jonesing for.)

Went to a party last night. It was hyped as the party to end all parties. Tasty alcohol drinks and nubile young laides would be everywhere. All involved would remember it forever as one of those magical evenings where all is right with the world, etc., etc. Alas, it fell short of these lofty expectations, as most overhyped events tend to do. Still, I did have fun with the peeps.

Still on hold. Guess I'll make something to eat while I wait. I could be here a while...

showin' some moxi

My bad at not mentioning that Conor linked me too, on his fine political blog Left Whorled. You should check it out. So I now officially give a shout out to Conor.

The nice people at Charter Cable came over this morning and installed my digital video recorder (or DVR). DVR is a poor man's TiVo, and it's life changing. My DVR is called Moxi, and I think I love her. Tonight I recorded two things at the same time. Between Moxi and my new iPod, I think I've died and gone to tech heaven.

It must be tremendously odd to be in your sixties or seventies and see all of this new technology around you everywhere you look. I can't imagine what kind of stuff we're going to see in 2050. Hopefully they will have developed something that will make me look like a 21 year old again...I'll probably need it by then.

Fat Tuesday

Chappelle's Show is one of the funniest TV shows ever. Smart, searing satire. It's not for the faint of heart or the easily offended, but it's fantastic. Go here and laugh for a while, ok?

Tonight is Mardi Gras. I feel like I should be "out on the town", throwing beads or something, but I just can't muster up the enthusiasm. Guess that's my old age setting in. One of my friends told me that everything is downhill after turning 25, and maybe I'm living proof of that. Of course, I've also been told that 30 is the new 20, so I guess I'll catch a second wind in a couple of years.

Shout out to Cate for showing me some love by linking me. Spread the gospel, y'all!

you can run...

My friend forwarded this to me. I'm usually skeptical of any mass-e-mailing (the world will end if you don't pass this on to twenty people!) but this one actually checks out. I love Google - G-Mail is off the hook - but I'm not sure if I want the entire world beating down a path to my door. Unless they've got a present for me. I like presents.

Anyway, read the post. Enjoy your anonymity.


"Google has implemented a new feature wherein you can type someone's telephone number into the search bar and hit enter and then you will be given a map to their house. Everyone should be aware of this! Note that you can have your phone number removed or blocked. Before forwarding this, I tested it by typing my telephone number in google.com. My phone number came up, and when I clicked on the MapQuest link, it actually mapped out where I live. Quite scary.

Please look up your own number. Read below for details. Think about it--if a child, ANYONE gives out his/her phone number, someone can actually now look it up to find out where he/she lives. The safety issues are obvious, and alarming.

In order to test whether your phone number is mapped, go to:http://www.google.com/ Type your phone number in the search bar (i.e., 555-555-1212) and hit enter. If you want to BLOCK Google from divulging your private information, simply click on the telephone icon or the "Phone results" link next to your phone number. Removal takes 48-hours. If you are unlisted in the phone book, you might not be in there, but it is a good idea just to check. If your number does come up if you hit map, it will show you a direct map to your house..."

rest day

Today is a tired day. I've started this new fitness regimen (doesn't that sound so Soviet-era-ish?) that has me working out six days a week, as well as following a low-fat low-salt low-taste diet. The diet part is actually a lot easier than it sounds; finding the motivation to get on the treadmill every day is the tough part.

What's really interesting to me is that on day 1 of the week, I do my workout and it's fine. By day 6, I'm exhausted. I really want to just use my rest day to rest. And, of course, today is the day where I actually work 9-5. Well, 9:30-4:30. With an hour break. But still...

Super Bowl Sunday is t'm'row. I'm rooting for Philly because 1. I hate Boston sports fans, and the thought of them winning another title is just about unbearable; and 2. D. McNabb is my boy. So go Iggles. Enjoy the game...and the commercials...

Why I am here.

So I didn't actually mean to create one of these here...I already have a blog on MySpace that nobody reads. But I wanted to post a comment on my friend's site and the site made me register and...here we are.

Guess while I'm here I should say something.

The title stems from two of my favorite foods, which I currently can't eat for two reasons:

1. I'm currently on a low-fat low-salt diet. Apparently my trainer didn't get the memo...that's all my people eat.

2. I live about 400 miles from the nearest "major" city.

My life isn't super exciting right now, but hopefully that will pick up come spring. In the meantime, I'll just try to wow you with my intellect and my rapier-sharp wit. Failing that, I'll try to bribe you with something. Feel free to comment anytime.