Okay, anyone wanna explain why the stupid warning label comes out all crunched in on itself?
I hate computers! Arrgh!
| Susskins is poisonous! Induce vomiting if ingested. |
| N POISON |
Well. I had no idea I was that toxic. Maybe I should go outside and spit on the mosquitos.
I have been remiss for not pointing out the following fine net establishment.
Babalu Blog, written by Val Prieto. Val is Cuban, and came to the US when he was a young boy. He lives in Miami. He writes passionately about Cuba, and Cuban issues.
I've learned a lot about Cuba, Castro, Cuban politics, and how good Val looks when he shaves his legs and puts on lipstick. (You'll have to look through his archives to see what I'm talking about.)
Please visit him, and read some of his excellent writing. You'll find a little bit of Cuba in your blood if you do.
I'm tired of blogging, and I didn't even know it. And then Deb nailed me in the forehead with a tennis ball and I realized it.
I'm tired of feeling like some kind of contrarian freak in gay circles, because I don't grovel at the feet of any Democratic candidate who descends from on high. I'm tired of the constant bickering between the far Right and the far Left. I'm tired of seeing words that question Bush's IQ, ironically printed on the ripped t-shirt of someone who's still in college and hasn't mastered the art of hygiene yet.
I'm tired of Michael Moore becoming the predominant, ahem, "documentarian" of our time. I'm tired of being looked down upon because I think he's full of shit. I'm tired of comedians in general, who blat out political crapola that almost always paints Republicans as SUV-drivin', seegar-smokin', black-folk-repressin', oil-guzzlin', ecology-rapin' demons. Get a new act, this one's stale.
Okay, maybe I'm mostly tired of the shrill Left. Sigh.
Fuck it. Fuck it all. You want to vote in Kerry? Go right ahead. Have a blast. Good luck with him.
Whatever happens, shut up about it.
Hat tip: Val.
is posted over at Project Fatboy. Hell, I gotta encourage you all to read that blog, rather than just post it here.
What you waiting for? Go!
Just terribly busy trying to stay on top of the whole "get rid of two hundred pounds of excess fat" thing, as well as gardening, cat-wrangling and housekeeping.
Don't like it? Start your own fucking blog.
Hah! I kill me!
Quick update over at the Project Fatboy website. Check it out if you're just dying to hear about dieting tools.
Starting weight: 421.4
Today's weight: 406.2
This week's gain: .4
Total loss: 15.2
So I slid back a bit. Big deal. It's not failure; it's feedback.
I take this with a grain of salt, and the knowledge of how much I can push the limits of the point system. I'll need to plan better (which I've been lousy at) and execute better (which I've been worse at.)
It'll happen. And on we go.
I've got a Gmail account, thanks to Jerry Kindall. I can now be reached at
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s u s s k i n s (at) g m a i l (dot) c o m.
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So totally geeky, and so much fun.
Yeah, I know. It's just a friggin' email account.
No! It's Gmail! (happy dance)
Three weeks down, and I've lost 15 pounds so far.
Difficult, but hardly impossible. Away goes the fat.
In a couple of years, I'll be half the man I used to be. Literally.
Just had a piece of cheesecake, which is contraindicated when one is on weight watchers.
I'm now having a vibratory period. My pancreas is racing. Whee!
Sigh. Back to the vegetables and fruits. Is cream cheese a fruit?
Ever had a drink that tastes like cake with chocolate icing?
Neither have I. But I'm tempted to try it.
Chocolate Cake Shooter
1/2 shot Absolut Citron
1/2 shot Frangelico Hazelnut Liqueur
1 Lemon wedge rolled in granulated sugar
Mix equal parts Absolut Citron and Frangelico into a shot glass. Drink the shot, and follow it immediately by sucking on a sugar-coated lemon wedge.
I'm fascinated by such alchemy.
Via Silverblue
MARK YOUR CALENDAR FOR NEXT SATURDAY
AS YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IT IS A SIN FOR A TALIBAN OR AL QUAEDA MALE TO SEE ANY WOMAN, OTHER THAN HIS WIFE, NAKED AND THAT HE MUST COMMIT SUICIDE IF HE DOES.
SO THIS SATURDAY AT 4 P.M. EASTERN TIME ALL AMERICAN WOMEN ARE ASKED TO:
WALK OUT OF THEIR HOUSES COMPLETELY NAKED TO HELP WEED OUT ANY NEIGHBORHOOD TERRORISTS.
CIRCLING YOUR BLOCK FOR ONE HOUR IS RECOMMENDED FOR THIS ANTI-TERRORIST EFFORT.
ALL MEN ARE TO POSITION THEMSELVES IN LAWN CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEIR HOUSE TO PROVE THEY ARE NOT TALIBAN OR AL QUAEDA, AND TO DEMONSTRATE THAT THEY THINK IT'S OKAY TO SEE NUDE WOMEN OTHER THAN THEIR WIVES AND TO SHOW SUPPORT FOR ALL AMERICAN WOMEN.
AND SINCE THE TALIBAN AND AL QUEDA ALSO DO NOT APPROVE OF ALCOHOL, A COLD 6-PACK AT YOUR SIDE IS FURTHER PROOF OF YOUR ANTI-TERRORIST SENTIMENT. FOR GOOD MEASURE, HAVE VARIOUS PORK PRODUCTS COOKING ON YOUR BBQ GRILL.
THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT APPRECIATES YOUR EFFORTS TO ROOT OUT TERRORISTS AND APPLAUDS YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS ANTI-TERRORIST ACTIVITY.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
IT IS YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY TO PASS THIS ON
Via Mary at Fresh Bed Goodness
1. Browser hijackers: Anyone who writes a Browser Helper Object that subverts innocent machines should be strung up by the little toes and beaten with a small spikey mammal.
2. Anti-Semites: Maybe it's not the Jews. Maybe it's you.
3. Grackles: The cancer of the bird world. Noisy, greedy, abusive, irritating. Please, someone invent an effective grackle trap. I'll buy three.
4. Food companies that use MSG: Stop it. It doesn't make your crappy food taste any less crappy, and it fucks people up.
5. Democrats: Sorry to all my Democrat friends and family; your party has abandoned reason, and is now preaching stupidity and intolerance. Democrats are the new Green Party.
6. Smug Republicans: Shut up. You're not helping.
7. Michael Moore: Because he's still a big gas-bag, and he's still making pseudo-documentaries that are more story-telling than fact-finding. Hate yourself all you want, Moore. Leave me out of it.
A good picture of the shy and elusive Rita at Res Ipsa Loquiteur.
Look at it before she reconsiders and takes it down.
A little rain today. Not much, just the occasional two minute shower. It's a puffy-gray-cloud day, and quite pretty outside. So I've been idly working on yard projects.
I can't get over how beautiful it is up here. There's a lush green quality to Minnesota in the Summer. It makes the miserable Winters worth it. Keith stay Minnesota. Minnesota good.
We're off to see Shrek 2 in a bit, and then we're heading to Maggiano's Little Italy for dinner. Hooray for pasta!
I'll be tracking things over at Project Fatboy. Stop in if you like.
Or don't. I won't cry.
Project Fatboy lives!
Started three or so years ago on this very website, Project Fatboy makes its return. You'll see occasional updates and stats, accompanied by frippery and grousing about how much I miss Pizza.
So. I started Weight Watchers on Tuesday of last week. On May 25th, 2004, I weighed in at 421.4 pounds.
Today, June 3rd, 2004, I weighed in at 411.8.
Total loss: 9.6 pounds.
Whee! And it's starting off easier than I thought. I'm doing okay with the hunger pangs, though I have a lot of bad habits that are tearing at my skin trying to get me to give in to temptation. But they aren't strong enough.
I'll probably have something similar for weight loss next week, and then my body will start to even out a bit. The best weight loss is the one to two pounds a week kind. I don't want to blitz it off. I love my kidneys too much.
My immediate goal is 42 pounds, which is ten percent of my body weight. Once I reach that, I'll see what happens. Ultimately, my weight should be closer to 200 than 300. But I'm saving that goal for another day. As is, I'm focusing on day-to-day weight loss.
Enough of this chit-chat. I have seven more points to use today. So I'd better go use them. I'm not in this for starvation.
Nine pounds down, nearly two hundred left to go.
Steve at Hog On Ice (formerly Little Tiny Lies) has published his book. It's an extravaganza of all the foods you're not supposed to eat anymore. Lard, sugar, bacon, chocolate, pork, beef, beer, etc. And none of that wussy "lite" stuff, either.
Heavy cream and butter rule.
Oh god. I'm having chest pain.
Go buy his book. I'm mentioned in the foreward. What are you waiting for? Go!
Ladies and Gentlemen, please feel free to post your comments once again.
We had a great time over the Memorial Day weekend. Some nice remembrances, a beautiful scene at the graveyard (more on that tomorrow,) and a whole lot of fun laughing it up with each other. I'm blessed with a really fun bunch of siblings. I actually gave myself a sore throat from laughing, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one.
One other note: the wind in South Dakota was unbelievable. We grew up there, and are used to it. Even we were astonished. Man alive, that was some powerful wind. Must be something about the neighboring states sucking really hard...
Now, can I take your drink orders?