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Heroes

I wanna be a hero. They’re so cool! Oh, and the show is neat, too.

I like the show. It’s sort of it’s own version of Lost on ABC, but it has a slight different view on how to take the show. For me, the two work together as a source of entertainment; Heroes provides me the instant gratification that Lost does not, in that the plot unfolds a little more before your eyes in each successive episode – you feel like you’re getting more info. Lost is like the book that everyone loved and is now required reading at all the major institutions, while Heroes is like the Hollywood remake of the original work, with a faster-paced tempo and the infamous bitching about how it’s not as good as the book, yada yada.

But they’re both shows, so you may not get what I’m saying, and in fact many will probably say that Heroes is better. But I say Heroes can do what it does BECAUSE Lost is what it is, and has really sort of begat the genre and defined what it is, modifications to follow.

Heroes: Lost for the ADD-afflicted. Yes, that means you, Roger.



Off to See Borat?
The girl won a free movie ticket to the movies (go figure!) from work the other day. Want to go see this movie sort of, so this is a good excuse. Thing is planning it. The girl and I both want to see it, as do a few friends of mine, so the problem is scheduling a trip that allows us all to go see it.

Because I don’t want to be obligated to go see it again if it sucks. Just in case, you know?



I think I’m half-way there
I really think I’ll have the girl begging me to get a new Core 2 Duo Macbook Pro in a couple of weeks. I may have to get her one as well, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Hey, you gotta keep the woman happy, right? It’s just a matter of convincing her that a new C2D Macbook Pro would make her happy.



This Just in: Fed-Ex Delivers!
So you heard about Brit-Brit and K-Fed splitting, right? So now he’s been nicknamed Fed-Ex. And with his record, it could be construed that he does indeed deliver.

Shit, a week or two more and he could be delivering your newspaper, so watch out.

Fuck, he could be Santa Claus. Lord knows he delivered about a shred of hope to millions of young men around the world in this deal. Brittany on the market? Yeah, I know a handful of people that I’ve been too afraid to shake their hands of recent. I’m not saying, you know…. I’m just sayin’.



Running: Sucking in a Neighborhood Near You
So I’ve been unhappy with my backslide in the tone of my mid-section of late. See, I used to do my abs and run twice a week, but for the last 8-10 months or so, I’ve been doing it once every 7-10 days. You think with each opportunity passed hey, it’s only one day of running; it won’t affect me that much, but truth be told it adds up, just like everything else.

Bad news is it’s absolutely kicking my ass right now. Good news is Miles is all chipper and getting in great shape again, too. Bad news is it’s kicking my ass right now. Wait, did I say that already?

I always told people that I don’t run for my legs, I run for my midsection. And while I said that and believed it for the most part, boy do I believe it now. I mean, I’ve now gone running and done my abs twice in 5 days, and I can tell a difference. If only my muscles responded that fast, I’d be a 240 lb. beefcake right now. No, seriously. I have been doing this more or less gung-ho for the last 5 years, with about 10 lbs a year to show for it. If I could elicit the same sort of response time out of my muscle growth… yeah, I think around 240 lbs would be right.
Then I could trim down to a cut 220 lb and be happy. Finally.



Thongs or Panties?
The girl has been a thong wearer for years and years now. However –and this stays between you and me, OK? – she’s been having breathability issues lately, and read that thongs are more or less unhealthy for reasons I feel I must keep from you for your own protection. So she’s considering going to regular-type cotton panties.

And you know what? I’m not the least bit disappointed. There’s something about a sexy form-fitting panty that just turns me on more than a thong. I mean yes, thongs show more, but to me they don’t follow and accentuate the natural lines of a woman’s body.

I guess I’m weird. Well, I know I’m weird, this is just another sign of the obvious, huh? Whatever. Watch the opening scene of Lost in Translation and you’ll understand what I mean.

Peace.