More Food

First, let me mention Da Kine's. It is a fantastic Hawaiian restaurant located on Mission Blvd. in Pacific Beach. Their portions are enormous, and I will only order the large plate if I have skipped breakfast. They have daily specials, and the only way that you can get their Chicken Adobo on Tuesdays is to call in and pre-order it. I know this is going to be a tough sale, but I love their Spam musubi. This is a slice of spam on a bed of rice, wrapped in seaweed. Make sure you get some soy sauce with it.

While I'm on spam, one day I was at a street fair when someone handed me a miniature sandwich. It tasted really good. Come to find out that it was turkey Spam in a Hawaiian sweet egg bread roll. Nothing on it. Just the meat and the bread. Also, turkey Spam is only 4g of fat per serving.

Finally, 7/11's donuts. Not all of their donuts. For the most part, a donut is a donut is a donut. Good, but nevertheless... Every once in a while, they come up with some fantastic concoction, and have it for a limited time. A few years ago, it was an old fashioned donut with blueberries. (Moment of silence) Now, they have a chocolate donut with a vanilla frosting and rasberry filling. It's so good. They're like Pop-Tarts For The Rich And Famous (tm).

It's Been One Week

Ok, I did not make it from Saturday to Saturday. Despite having the week off from work, between four FitCamps and Liberty Tax class, I had put off everything I needed to do during the week until Saturday. Had to work at the theatre Saturday night for six hours, had to smoke a turkey (and find a pipe big enough to do it) during the day, and was expecting to go to FitCamp that morning. The problem is that FitCamp wrecks me until around 2 PM, when my "recovery" (see: nap) is finished.

I'm glad I put it off soley for surviving the day. There are muscles on the outside of your shins, below the calves and above the ankles. All of the ones on my left side were burning like hell. Various muscles around my ribcage were tightened to the point where they would not let me get things off of the top shelf, and my glutes were making it so that I was more comfortable walking like goatboy. That day, I had to help my friend make an emergency evacuation of his fridge while he smoked my turkey. (Hey... puff-puff-pass, ass!) He had a freezer bottom, (protected by Igloo Jeans) so I had to do some work from the floor. This mostly entailed me seeing something on the floor, taking a deep breath, and dropping to it, shooting back into the standing postion before my body discovered my betrayl, and left me lying there like a Nyquil victim. At the theatre, between ticket sales and running the lights, there was more than enough standing.

Overall,I spent a good week running on protein bars and naps. More and more, I am leading the occasional exercise. (Hint: GIVE ME A MEDICINE BALL RELAY! Ogre like throw-run. Ok, Ogre think throw-run suck less than run-puke-run.) Technically, I made it one week. Originally, I had planned on doing two night FitCamps, too. I would have gone on drugs, but would have been too tired to inject them or even get the needle into a vein had I tried that. Friday's camp is a blur. What was that girl doing on my chin? That bastard Randy doubled the amount of stairs we did. (That is, three stairs, three stair-pushups followed by three stairs, three-stair tricep pushes.) Let me tell you, I had to catch my breath just to go downstairs. I'm panting typing about it.

What Is This Girl Doing On My Chin?

 
 

Today I made it past

Today I made it past the half way point for my five FitCamps. Before I started this torture pilgrimage, I had imagined that by now, I would be too busy healing from past FitCamps to endure the current one. It seems that with a day to heal in between, that this is not the case. I’m somewhat sore, but FitCamp changes up enough so they do not beat up any one muscle group (more than the others).

I am also less stressed on days that I go. For one reason, the workouts are intense enough where I have to concentrate on them enough so that I cannot concentrate on my own crap. Also, it works out the tightness, which also leads to stress.

Once again, there were only two of us there, so I did not have others to hide behind. When he got that look because I was walking instead of running, I told him, “You have fewer people to spread your disappointment to.” What I am keeping track of is that I am quitting my running later in the workout. (45 min. into it as opposed to 10 min. into it)

I have Friday and Saturday to still get through. No one-day break in between. We’ll see how I do then. I’m sure I am going to be impossible to deal with then.

Weird Eating

Since this is the place where everybody comes to talk about food, I want to talk about the weird concoctions that we secretly love.

1. A peanut butter, banana and chocolate frosting sandwich – A cashier at Vons gave me this one. She swore by it, and as far as I am concerned, she still can.


2. A mayonnaise, pickle and peanut butter sandwich – I know I’m not going to convince ANYone that this is good. I still can’t bring myself to call it “good” out loud. An old roommate swore by it, and I only tried it because of this, and because it sounded too awful to be awful. It was great. To this day, just because of the sound of it, I still cannot bring myself to actively purchase the ingredients and make it, but if it was on a plate, I’d eat it.


3. The Rory Burger – At the Corvette Diner. A hamburger with peanut butter and bacon on it. I know there seems to be a theme with peanut butter, but Kung Pao dishes are meat, vegetables and peanuts.


4. The Plymouth Rock – it’s a sandwich made at the Vons deli. It’s a turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce on it. Think of it as a healthy version of a Monte Cristo. (See? No peanut butter. Then again… )


5. Clam chowder, mashed potatoes and hot sauce – I would like to add bacon to this, but haven’t had the chance yet. Speaking of bacon,


6. Bacon wrapped asparagus and artichoke hearts – every time I have done these on the BBQ, there has always been someone around to day, “I can’t STAND asparagus. I will never eat that,” and they are always the ones two-fistin’ my damn bacon treats. (Dammit!) Time consuming to prepare, but well worth it.

Ok, there’s my starter list. Tell me yours. (Except Randy. I KNOW what you eat, and I don’t want your list!)

Treat Yourself

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Honorable Dining Mentions

Brian's American Eatery -- open 24 hours on weekends, and are damn generous with cheese.

The Hash House A Go-Go -- My friend says that this place is just okay, but between their interesting combinations, the live stick of rosemary they include in every meal, the plates that need a person on each side to carry, and the bar two doors down with Bloody Mary specials, it is an ideal weekend place. A little pricey, but great atmosphere.

The Mission -- Normally, I do not discuss healthy food here, but when someone does it right, I think it deserves mentioning. I discovered this place after my first FitCamp. Despite their claim to be a more healthy option with presentation at an affordable price, I found a standard, heavy breakfast... and I was sorry that I did. When I saw some kind of egg whites whatever, I imagined the usual "healthy" breakfast that could fit on a coffee saucer. It was just as large as anybody elses. The tofu also scared me away, but they grill it in rosemary, and when I tried it, I wanted to trade my breakfast in. The one I went to is located in North Park, but they have two others... somewhere. (What? I linked it for you! Go click!)

Reason 1,720,906 why I love the internet. I think with all of these places, not only can you read their menu online, but they have pictures of their food. (Hash House had to use a wide-angle lens.)

Two down, three to go.

Went to my second out of five FitCamps today. Forgot THIS location had stairs. You don't understand, stairs eat ass! If you're feeling good about your improvements in any way, stairs will dash those feelings against the rocks. (Not on the rocks, as in a good, stiff drink.)

Only three people attended today's session, so cheating was at a bare minimum. On the other hand, I did point out that Gin and Juice has vitamin C in it.

Tonight, it's tax class. In the middle of finals. Good thing I'm too tired to throw the calculator across the room. (Plus, I'd have to pull myself out of my chair to go and get it.)

My Last Will And Testament

I do not work this week. So, because I hate me, I am going to attempt to attend five (Yesterday, Mon, Wed, Fri and Sat) FitCamp classes around my income tax finals. In addition, I need to clean my apartment, do laundry, have Thanksgiving, and get my lip back in shape for TubaChristmas taking place on Dec. 7.

Today is Sunday. I do not need help getting out of a chair, but I would SURE LIKE IT!

My logic is that as busy as I am this week, I have time in my schedule for extra sleep if I need it. Honestly, there is a good chance that I will skip next Saturday's FitCamp. I am hoping that my confession here will motivate me to go on that day, too.

Places To Eat Around San Diego

Driving for a living has required that I occasionally grab lunch on the run in just about every part of town. I thought I would list some of my favorites.

1. Broken Yolk Café – they have an omelet called The Border Check. It is basically a jack cheese and chorizo omelet with jalapenos and guacamole. In addition, they have started keeping bottle of their own brand name Serrano hot sauce. Not very hot, but the best flavor I’ve ever tasted in a hot sauce. I think I hit 1/3 of the bottle each visit. (Cause, they added a “hot sauce shooters” surcharge to my bill… dammit.)


2. That Mexican place by the Vons supermarket in Scripps Ranch – I forget the name of the place, but they make their own chorizo. It is hardly the brightest red color, but I think it’s the best I’ve ever had (and when I looked inside, I didn’t see any fat).


3. IHOP – They have a country omelet that has the hash browns on the inside. Add three pancakes and the pot of coffee they leave at your table, and you’re set for the morning.


4. All-Chicken listing -- Livingston's Chicken Kitchen – They do pressurized, full sized pieces of chicken, buffalo-wing style that is awesome. Popeye’s is great, but is fried… which makes it even GREATER! Wings & Things for their buffalo strips special.


5. 99 Ranch Market – not for the actual supermarket, but there’s a place in back that does the best calamari. They offer two items plus a rice or noodle side for $4. They back it so full, it looks like a suitcase that needs to be sat upon to lock. I usually just eat the two main courses, and eat the rice later.


6. O’Nami’s – Ok, not exactly food on the run, but it’s a buffet, (those things I said I hardly do anymore) and it offers hot items, a sushi bar, a salad bar (I heard) and a dessert bar, where if you’re willing to eat through all that nasty chocolate, you can have a strawberry, which is fruit, which is good for you.


7. Bennigan’s – these muthas will actually fry a sandwich for you. An entire sandwich with a fried shell. (see above: fried) They will fry strings of onion, they will put blue cheese on a very good burger, and make it even better. They will even cook blue cheese on potato chips, too. (Man that sounds good. I’ll be right back.)


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9. Antique Row Café – on weekends, while you wait on the street outside, they will put out coffee and cut pastries for you to snack on until a table is ready. It’s like they’re hosting a party. A highly caffeinated party, but a party nevertheless.


10. DeMille’s Pizza – My friend Bill and I are licensed medical pizza doctors certified by the Board of Cheese. While our combinations were once feared as “the weird pizza,” as time went on, and more and more people tried them; let’s put it this way, if everybody is eating the “weird” pizza, and only a few are getting the regular pizzas, are the weird ones still called “the weird pizza” In addition, the service is the best around. They make you feel like you are family. If you are still eating or drinking at closing time, they let you linger while they clean. (Family that comes out of the kitchen and busts you, because you are the only person around that orders pesto sauce to dip your garlic cheese bread.) I have seen many staff come and go, but they must know that they have a good thing going, because even the new people are just as nice as the old timers.


11. Mira Mesa – it ain’t a restaurant. It’s a part of San Diego where I stoped counting the number of fast food locations at 66. (They might be to 100 by now.) If it ain’t in Mira Mesa, it ain’t been opened yet.


12. Corvette diner – a 50’s diner that offers the Rory burger; a burger with peanut butter and bacon on it. Sure, I first ordered it for the shock value (and I got it), but now it’s the only thing I get when I go there.


13. Shakespeare’s Pub – an English pub where I recently discovered that their curry gravy goes better on their chips as well as their fish. Mmmmm... more gravy. “WAITRESS! I NEED A STRAW!” Last time I was there, I think I had five converts to curry gravy.

Ok, there’s more.
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Hold on! I’m thinking!

Binge Drinking

Binge Drinking



Technically, when you binge drink, you lose weight.


Did you know that the body will allow only a limited amount of caloric intake at one time? So, if you’re going to drink, it would be better for you to drink as much as possible. After the first few, the rest don’t count. They flush right through you. (Or, is that, bounce back out of you?)

When you binge drink, you lose weight… technically.

Apology To My Trainers

I’m sorry.

This is a letter of apology to my trainers at FitCamp, Jason and Randy.

I am sorry for running away… far away, until I am out of sight, and not coming back until I stop panting like a dog.
I am sorry for lying on the ground, and flapping my arms so I appear to be working on my abs, but really, I am working on your nerves.
I am sorry for using a medicine ball as a pillow when the objective is to lift the shoulders to work the abs.
I am sorry for using my mass to cut-off your six year old while we are racing across the field.
I am also sorry for calling Randy’s daughters back to me to ask what they are doing, so I can run past them while they are caught off guard.
I am sorry that my squat lunges turn into more of a wedding march across the field.
I am sorry for the sweat stains that I left in the grass.
I am sorry that we do not run closer to the soccer moms.
I am sorry that I am mean to teacher’s pet.
I am sorry that Tacos El Gordo is located closer to Mexico than where we hold FitCamp.
I am sorry for inventing a fake run that is really not much more than hyper-walking with a contorted face.
I am sorry when I influence the other children at FitCamp to behave badly.
I am sorry for arriving early, so I have to drag so much of the equipment across the field.
I am sorry that I do not have Steve’s metabolism.
I am sorry when I have to do more exercises if the nurses are late returning from their run, because of magic nurse yapping.
I apologize in advance for anyone I come close to hitting with a medicine ball because hurling that thing might be my only skill on that field.


What I am not sorry for is feeling totally whipped for several hours after my workout, because as long as I am feeling that, none of the above is cheating. It is succeeding, because I am making it to the end of the workout. It is succeeding, because the following week, I go back.

Trust Me On This Sherbert Thing, Just This One Time

Normally, my opinion on desserts is the more chocolate the better. Chocolate body, chocolate chunks, chocolate swirl, chocolate fudge tunnel with chocolate sauce added to taste. (Those of you more familiar with me, add inside joke(s) here.)

So, when I tell you about this relatively healthy dessert AND tell you that it is one of the best desserts that I have ever had, you just gotta trust me on this.

Orange sherbert with dark chocolate chips.

I know, sherbert is gyp-food, like a plain donut. If it's the last donut in the box, you'll eat it, but only because it is donut-like enough to remind you of an actual donut. The only reason I tried it is because of a recent wave of 50/50 bar concoctions on the market. (Slurpees, ice cream, shakes, etc.) I thought if orange and vanilla would work, orange and chocolate would as well. I thought it would be similar to that ball of chocolate shaped like an orange that you get to use to bash in your kitchen counter, or your video game when the computer obviously cheats. I have to tell you, it is even better than that ball of chocolate. The best part is that not only is it three grams of fat per serving, it is naturally low in fat. That means, they did not have to take a great food, and make it suck to be healthy. They, in fact, took a suck food, and made it great and kept it healthy.

I would tell you which major ice cream company makes it, but not until I get my check.

Dead bug! Dead bug!

Body Shape Update

When you exit the world of grotesquely out-of-shape and enter the world of the dismally out-of-shape, you undergo some mental and physical changes. Before changing my regiment, I imagined that there would come a point where I would start feeling better; when it would take me longer to feel tired, and the time I felt absolutely beat up would grow shorter. I am here to report that while the absolutely-beat-up period has been shortening, the immediately-tired stage comes just as immediate, but is taking up some of the beat-up’s time. Sure, I’ll take it, but I was looking forward to … less miserable time. Sure, the first time I went to FitCamp, my legs were not fully functional for four days. Now, I’m just whipped for two. While I am at camp, I feel stronger throughout the camp. My recovery time is shortening, so I do still have times when I pant uncontrollably like a dog, it does not signal the end of my running. (I think I walked most of the workout after the ten-minute mark the first week, the thirty-minute mark the second.)

There are also some hidden strengths that are coming out. At FitCamp, we do a number of workouts with the medicine ball. I have discovered that I have a cycloptic-like ability to hurl these boulders backward over my head. Twice as far as the second farthest thrower. This translates into my squatting less. When you weigh 310 pounds, it is all about the not-squatting. In addition, it seems that I can slam a medicine ball into the earth with such force that it bounces back into my waiting hands. If you remember what we just discussed, that translates, once again, into MORE NOT-SQUATTING. WOOHOO! The last time I was at FitCamp, near the end of a grueling “stations” workout, one of our tasks was to walk on our hands and toes, placing each hand in a space between rungs of a ladder. It was our last exercise, so by all rights, I should have not been able to hold myself up. Just the opposite happened. It was like a break for me. After performing miserably at every other event, I just busted it out like I was walking around on two feet.

I now find myself excited about where my body is going. One of the trainers told me that he was starting to notice a horseshoe shape in my triceps, which he should have, since I recently switch from doing dips on a helper-machine to doing dips on two bars. My coordination is improving, and the effort to maneuver my body has been reducing, thanks to my abdominal (core) workouts at FitCamp and Pilates. Your center seems to control the actions and the transitions from these actions to other actions throughout your body. Strengthening the core lets the rest of the body do less work by not making it overcompensate. I can also flex and crack my back. (Ewwww.) Still, when you drive for a living, it is a handy talent to have.

You go through some mental changes as well. All of these have been made as a direct effect of FitCamp. I believe that there are two reasons for the changes in my way of thinking. One, the immense effort I put in, and the ass beating I take home. There is NO way I am going to do this and feel THAT bad every week. There is NO way that I am going to go back every week and look THAT bad every week. In general, when I decided to start training, I understood that I was only competing with myself. Still, my ego can only take so much. Eventually, I am going to stop being the guy that makes every once else feel okay about themselves. (Unless I get paid.)

This is motivation for me to make sure I get to the gym, because what I do there during the week supports what I do at FitCamp, and vice versa. I do more cardio during the week; my logic is that I can hurt all at once on Saturday, or make hurt payments a portion a day, several days during the week. I also make healthier choices. I did not boycott bad eating all at once. I just seem to postpone junk food. Buffets are completely cut out. More often, it’s a sandwich over a burrito. Wheat pasta for regular. Stocking the house with food good for you, etc, etc. I have not quit eating junk food (CAUSE I AIN’T NO QUITTER, MAN). I just seem to postpone the times when I want a donut, or a burrito, or chips. The times in between junk food allowances just seems to be growing longer naturally. (My time between cocktails? Their mixing time, thank you.) You just start to think, “You’re doing so well. Let’s wait until tomorrow for hot Cheetos.” Sometimes, you forget by that time.

Tomorrow is another workout. This was meant to be a short entry.

MTVs Made

MTV’s Made ™

I know. None of you watch MTV. At least, nobody in my age “demographic” does. (You “age out” of MTV’s demographic at 34. At 34, you are not necessarily ready to “age out” of things.) They all but stopped playing music videos long ago, opting out for inexpensive, reality television. (MTV2 will play your videos for you, but you have to pay for that service. Didn’t they learn from that mistake the first time?) Besides, they…   (WHAT WAS I GOING TO SAY BEFORE I ANSWERED THE DAMN PHONE?)

I, for one, would never be someone to try and sell you on MTV as a whole. For the most part, it is Tn’A fluff, and therefore could only sell parts of the network to parts of my inner circle (not forgetting to kill the witness’). On the other hand, good is good and bad is bad. Something good should not be judged or punished just because it landed on the wrong channel. By giving good shows good ratings, it sends a message that quality can sell. That is my goal in this blog; to convince you that MTV’s Made ™ is worth watching.

What Made ™ does is take someone of high school age, and in four to six weeks, help that person achieve a goal that a) they never could have on their own and b) is so far out of their personal comfort zone, that the goal is usually something opposite of the activities they had done up to that point in their lives. The students that participate in this transformation are required to treat it as any extra-curricular activity, so it cannot interfere with their current studies or other extra-curricular activities. They get a trainer called a “Made Coach” to whom they report to and with whom they cooperate. Generally, the challenge for the coach is that they have to make up for a decade of training in six weeks. At the end of the show, there usually is a competition for the student to use his new-found talent in, as well as to measure how far he or she has come. What I like about the show is that whether they win or lose places very low on the list compared to the other life-lessons Made highlights.

1. The Social Aspect – Social expertise is one of the common themes that run through all of the episodes. A symptom of someone wanting to break out and be something else is that they want to be noticed or known, but do not have the social skills to go out and find the attention in of itself. Almost every episode has some sort of training that strengthens the child’s skills. Usually, this covers going out, meeting new people, starting and maintaining a conversation. All activities that can be very challenging to someone that feels like they are on the outside. Seeing this personal transformation occur is nice, but seeing its value in relation to general success being emphasized is what I really like about the show. With a little practice, I think every subject came out of their shell, and with the fear of the unknown out of the way, realized that it was not the big deal they thought it was. This may sound basic to adults, but I can remember wanting more as a teenager, but also thinking that I did not have to “get along” to get anywhere.

1. Working Toward A Goal – I say this with an emphasis on “work.” There are many stories of these kids winning their competition or making the teams that they have worked so hard to join. Others do not reach the goal they initially intended. Regardless, another aspect of this show that keeps bringing me back is all of the important personal developments they take away from them that they will use for the rest of their lives. The idea that the success or failure does not come from whether or not they won or lost, but the sincerity of their effort. Sometimes, participants become overwhelmed. Sometimes, they break down. The idea is that it is okay to have your breakdown moment. You take some time; get it out of your system, and then you get your head back in the game. I cannot remember how many things I did not try because I was not instantly an expert at them over my lifetime. You might have a talent that you are not aware of, and it is just waiting just on the other side of a hill that you are unwilling or have been told that you cannot climb, because it “just not you.” It is good to see that good things do not come easy to others besides myself, but that is what makes them worth so much more once you achieve them. Also, once you gain a skill, it is not something that you have borrowed. It is something that is your own to use as you see fit.

1. Breaking out of Your Assigned Role In Life -- I feel that when people are growing up, they are regarded as being one way, and so they get filed into a rut of everything they do revolving around that rut. Some examples are the cheerleader that only cheers and shops, the football player that only goes to football practice and hangs out with his teammates, the metal head that only has a few friends and is only looking for negative attention. I personally grew up playing the tuba, so when I went looking for a creative outlet, it would usually be the next concert band in which to play. It was not until college that I even tried creative writing and only until a few years ago that I tried improvisational comedy. Made ™ has had the cheerleader that wanted to become the BMX biker, the football player that wanted to be an opera singer among many others. Another symptom of wanting to do something radically different is that there is something inside a person that cannot get out because they are being told, “Doing that is not ‘you,’ this other thing is you. You’ve done this all your life. Just stick to what you know.” I like the idea of people being deep, complex characters as opposed to caricatures that are there to decorate somebody else’s life.

1. The True Victory You Will Take Everywhere -- Even though they might not succeed at what they initially attempt, they succeed in realizing that if they want something, they can work at it, and do whatever they want in life. Life offers more choices than the category in which you are placed so early in life. If you are willing to leave your comfort zone, and strong enough to be off balance for a while, you can be almost anything.

I guess what I like about the show is that it demonstrates the strength of faith, hope, and determination; three things of which that I have just about ran out. Made demonstrates not only that there are talents out there for everybody, but hidden talents that must be dug for to be unearthed.

Now, I must go to the gym, and practice doing pull-ups.


    

Intro To My Links

One of the reasons that I do not write a calories counting blog is that it is already being done, and better than I would have done it. As you can see on my friend’s blog (linked to the left) he talks about his weight, his intake, his pitfalls and his recoveries. He also includes useful and interesting links to the topics he references (Biggest Loser, Fast Food Nation, a pro-fast food test being done, health food stores, ect) He also talks about distractions that keep himself, and the general public in chairs and off of their feet. The interesting thing about Stephen is that he needs MUCH more food than normal people, due to his incredibly high metabolism. For example: he eats right before AND right after FitCamp. I have some coffee beforehand, and that’s it. Can you imagine dieting from Stephen’s point of view? It isn’t like he can look at the next person, and judge based upon what they eat. He has to come up with his own scale, and it has to satisfy both a furnace of a metabolism, but at the same time, not lose track and go overboard. Anyway, make sure you check out Stephen’s case of More v. Less. (Could one of you point out that going to anyplace with the word “Gordo” (Spanish for “fat.”) in it will only bring you trouble?

My version of dieting is trying to trick my appetite. I have learned that a high-protein diet will do this. Fats make you crave more fat, sugars make you crave more sugar. (Which is why in “Super Size Me,” only his McDonald’s meal would pull him out of his lethargic state. He was literally becoming addicted to crap.) Lately, I’ve taken to setting out a bowl of raw spinach and munching them like chips.  A great source of iron, and you don’t get tired of chewing it like you would raw carrots or broccoli. My only problem is that if I get hungry, my blood-sugar drops, and all I want to do is fight. Huge mood swings are not good when you work with children. “YOU WANNA WHAT? WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT ‘I WANNA’? HUH? WELL, I WANNA….” *ahem*

Also, make sure you check out Bread and Roses. This another one of my friend’s blogs that he uses to keep his writing chops up. I believe that he is currently shopping around four books. The blog is where he goes to write short pieces of fiction or social commentary. He has been blogging for a few years now, so if you find that you like his stuff, he could keep you busy for probably a month. At this point, he has regulars that will drop him a line if he has gone too long without and update. He has been a close friend of mine since I was sixteen years old, so he has seen all of my changes and development. (Note to self: not ALL of the witness’ were handled. On the way home, pick up eggs, dispose of witness’.)

He also has a blog about music. Let me tell you, I know music, and this man laid my foundation (which sounds painful, but really is just a metaphor). When I first met him, he owned 2000 albums. Now, he owns so many CDs, it is easier to count them as two walls of CDs as opposed to getting an actual number. I remember when I first started really getting into music. When I heard a song on the radio, I would practice singing the chorus, and then perform it for him. He would then tell me the name of the song and the group. I know not every song made from car to visit in my memory intact, so he really showed his chops on some of those.

That’s about is. Just something to pique your interest in my friend’s blogs.

Enjoy,

VAM

I am the one in front.

 
 

Newsflash 1

This just in...

The fudge tunnel in ice cream not only is calorie free, but contains amino acids important for general health.


All other fudge tunnels located outside of your half-gallon of ice cream should still be avoided as much as possible.