I luv it

October 15, 2009

This morning I woke up with a bit of the Cap’ns Crunch smashed into my pillow.  I thought to myself – “Let’s eat healthy today”.

So, I had the McDonald’s egg n’ cheese biscuit instead of the sausage egg n’ cheese biscuit.

At work some guy told me that there was some study done a couple of years ago that said Taco Bell, and White Castle are actually the most healthy fast food you can buy.

Done and done.  Lunch and dinner right there.

And I checked, neither were even in the top 20 of any of the studies I read about off Google.  But, I really don’t care.  I know fast food is “Nasty”.  It is “bad for me” for sure.  It is certainly not a place I am going for “atmosphere”.  Today I ate at White Castle while a transvestite (or a very unfortunate looking lady) yelled at someone on his/her cell phone.

It’s just so tasty: fries, burgers, fried chicken in various forms.  I can’t get enough.  I’m going to Texas to see Jordan again in a couple weeks, and I’m not leaving with out visits to Whattaburger and Jack in the Box.  WE DON’T HAVE THEM IN NY.

Anyway, I washed down my White Castle Doubles with a pot brownie, so this whole writing thing is starting t bug me out…


My Calories for the day:

McDonald’s – Sausage egg n’ cheese biscuit (ok, I lied)  570C. Hash Brown 150C

Taco bell – 3 chicken Chalupas 1,080C – 20oz Diet Pepsi (diet!) 2.6C

**Side note: a 20oz regular Pepsi 226C, so apparently getting a Diet does make a difference.

White Castle – 4 Double Sliders 1,000C, 1 Chicken Ring Sandwich w/Cheese 198C, Regular Fries 398, Medium Ice Tea 244C

That adds up to 3,642.6 calories.  Some calorie counter I found off google said a man my age/height/weight needs about 3,300C a day to not gain weight.  So, not so bad!

Radical, Awesome, Excellent!

October 14, 2009

What about tubular?  Where did it go?  I think it’s hiding somewhere in 1987 with Corey Heart.

I’m going to drop a cliched “I’m bringing it back” on Tubular.  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be engaging in some kind of water sport (not that kind pervert) whilst uttering this, but I’m saying it from now on.

This is where I would list the different make believe times I said this word (i.e. awkward boss moment, doctors office, etc,). I’m not creative enough for all that.  Do it in your head.  But make sure to help me bring it back.

You know you wanna say it.  Do it.  Do it somewhere in your normal life, around people who don’t read obscure neglected blogs.  Drop a tubular on someone and I guarantee they give you some kind of smile.

Ad a “dude” or “bro” (even if you’re talking to a girl) if you feel comfortable with that.


It’s so liberating!

You don’t have to yell,  I just happen to be a yeller.

Nerd Alert!

August 19, 2009

It really annoys me that in the newest addition the the X-Men movie franchise Sabertooth is depicted as Wolverine’s brother.  In the comics it is always silently understood that Sabertooth is his father if anything.

I saw this movie almost a month ago, and it has been eating me up since.  HEY!  HOLLYWOOD COOL GUYS!  You did not get away with this.  I see you.  Consider yourself exposed!

I don’t know why this has been bothering me so much.  There are plenty of discrepancies between the movie series and the comic series, but I feel strongly about this one.  I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s because I’m as furry as these two mutants.  Maybe I feel a common bond to hairy animals, and demand that their stories are depicted truthfully.  Whatever the fuck the reason is tonight I can sleep knowing these big shot movie suits have been called out…

People just like ice cream.

July 22, 2009

You can make the best chocolate truffle in the world.

Create a sublime tiramisu.

The GOD DAMN BEST chocolate suflay!

It really doesn’t matter…

People just like ice cream.


June 29, 2009

*I re-posted this entry cause I have no talent, and struggle to have original thought*

Public Display of AirGuitar!

That’s right children, I’m that guy.  You know, your on the train, maybe on line at the store.  there’s always “that dude”.  He’s whaling on the pocket of his Levis with his right hand,  the left hand is spazing while the fingers are twitching.  He has the ipod on, and he could care less who witnesses his orgasmic air solo face.

This is me.

The other morning I found myself in some post drug induced haze at 7:30am on the corner of 38th and 7th fucking shredding a Dave Mustaine solo on Symphony of Destruction!  A truly rad way to start the day!

Life is really too short to hold back that type feeling.

And I know, you don’t like metal.  Maybe it’s  some sick Jigga hook spinning between you ears, and can’t help bobbin your head.  Or perhaps the gods have smiled on you.  Prince has just become audible at the grocery store and you just cant stop your self from freaking the cilantro.  Cause we all know there’s something sexy about cilantro.

The point is: Just rock when you wanna.  Don’t let the dirty looks, sneers, jeers, or even the tomatoes tossed at your head keep you from expressing yourself!

I don’t need these!

June 23, 2009

The night I turned 18 Chris and I ate an 8th of mushrooms each (you know, the wacky kind).  Everyone we were with disappeared, and in good fashion we bugged the fuck out.

Why did I do this?  Is it gonna be like this forever?  Why is my ribcage so squishy?

I could hear every word, spoken by every person on that shitty board walk in Ocean City Md.  The ground was running away from me.  My Camel Special Lights were attached to the pack with crazy glue.  And, I was wearing shoes..

Wait.  That last part is perfectly normal.  Everyone wears shoes.  This is commonplace…

[Chris]  That’s the problem, man!  You don’t need ’em!

[Me] But my mom just bought me these..

I looked down at my eight day old Puma Romas.  They were fucking shiny man.  Bright blue, and fresh.  And, to top it off, they matched my favorite shirt.  A blue York Prep polyester baseball Tshirt.  A $2 thrift store buy that I still have today.

[Me]  They’re nice shoes.

Chris has taken his shoes off.


This is the time when he made a sprint for the ocean, and flung his foot protectors into the Atlantic.

He was running and laughing like a mad man.  What could I do?  I tossed my Pumas into the water.  And, I gotta say- it helped.  It was liberating.

Fucking dumb, cause we spent the rest of the night tripping barefoot in dirty ass O.C.M.D.  But, it helped me grip the trip a little better.  Liberating…

Now, this was gonna be the part of the post where I tied this story into my life today.  You know, some cheesy metaphor about throwing my problems away.  But, reliving that trip really made me want to do mushrooms again.

So, if you’ll excuse me I have to make a phone call.


June 14, 2009

You’re starving.

You order a pizza and fries.

The pizza place is only two blocks from your house.

One block into the two block trip you stumble, and one of your flippy floppys falls in the gutter.

Do you finish the journy, and pick up the pizza and fries with out the aid of a full floppy set?  Or, do you back-track a block, get another pair, and start the trip over?