Beginning early afternoon yesterday I started to feel like complete crap and by the end of the night had a full blown cold with a fever and everything. Today has been even worse for the most part. However, there seems to be a silver lining to this dark cloud that has decided to camp out above me: In 24 hours I’ve lost nearly 8 lbs. When I awoke yesterday and worked out / got on the scale, I was just shy of 200. This evening when I got on out of curiosity the numbers 193.1 stared back at me. Clearly this whole evasion of beer and exercise regimen is worthless and I should just go find a good hearty plague floating around for the weight loss I so desire. That or take up coke.
Also, I decided to go out on a tree-hugging hippie limb and try this homeopathic stuff called (brace yourself) Oscillococcinum. Tiny white balls are served in appropriate sized vials (six total) and you are to pop one open every six hours and let the balls dissolve on your tongue (heh). So ya… I figure the end result is they will turn me into a zombie and then I’ll start craving braaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnns.
The title pretty much says it all. As of late, my (until recently) amazing mx500 mouse from Logitech decided that it only wanted to work sporadically and would recognize/unrecognize itself from my computer on an infrequently constant basis. I decided that I might as well try and branch out and try a new laser wireless mouse. That was a bad decision. Period. The bearer of my angst is one Kensington Laser Wireless PilotBoard Desktop Set, or as I’ve come to know it as: suck. Because that’s all it does. It literally sucks all the fun and usefulness out of the air and farts it back out in my face, no apologies or anything. Tomorrow this will be remedied as I will be returning it (with some glorious excuse they’ll have to accept) and purchasing the next evolution of the mx500 from newegg, the mx518.
Sorry I ever thought to betray you my sweetness; it’ll never happen again.
A few too many happy nights of delightful beer guzzling drinking tasting have left me with what I’ve decided to name a ‘far-too-jolly’ stomach. Therefore, I have decided to come up with a reasonable exercise regimen that might have some sort of obscure chance to stand up to my overwhelming amount of apathy/unwillingness to adhere to such physically enhancing routines. Starting today, I’ve done ten reps of various exercises including push-ups, sit-ups, crunches, lifting weights for biceps/triceps/chest and lunges. With each successive day for the next month I’ll be adding one additional repetition to all the aforementioned muscle-straining activities and cap it out at around 40 or so for each. Throw in jogging every now and again (whenever my roommate decides to go out and do it) and hopefully that will put a dent in that quaint mid-section bulge that stares back at me in the mirror (insert dick joke here).
In tandem with that I’m deciding to give up beer for this month long time period. Beer mind you, not alcohol. After all, I can’t be a jolly-nazi to myself. That’s just not cool. Fortunately, I’m not a huge recreational liquor fan which will significantly curtail my consumption levels in general. My diet other than that won’t be much tampered with, as I basically eat decently healthy these days.
Every day during all this, I will also be taking a photo of me from the front and from the side (no gut-sucking/photoshopping) as well as recording my weight so that I can keep track of what’s going on and decide at the end of the period (should I keep faithful to it) whether or not it was successful enough to continue.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m shopping around for a laptop for under a grand right now, so if anyone knows of a particular brand that they’ve had positive experiences with, please let me know. Or just give a list of stuff to look out for (expandability and that sort of thing). I won’t be purchasing a mac as they’re too expensive, so those are right out. Oh, where’s the best place to purchase as well.
So a delightful blend of actually having work to do and apathy have pretty much nixed my desire to post any sort of… well anything really for the last month or so.
We eventually were able to acquire a foosball table at a damn decent price, but quickly realized that the more expensive ones really are superior. The one we found through craigslist was $150 and is pretty good for the price. At the local bar we frequent wherein our desire first aroused within us to start obsessing over this silly tabletop game, they have a table that goes for around a grand and is just tits to play on. It’s very heavy so no amount of slamming the rails back and forth disturbs it what-so-ever; the men have bladed feet and are perfectly spaced for all sorts of fun shots; the playing field is a bit bigger than ours and the goals are slightly wider as well. However, despite our enthusiasm it’s just not possible to justify spending that sort of dosh on the better table. Maybe someday…
After attending a round-robin of business meetings lately, I’ve found that I have a very Patrick Bateman sense of my surroundings. Suddenly I want fancy wrist watches, expensive suits, a business card with bone coloring and cillian rail lettering and a ridiculously function-overloaded PDA/phone. Maybe a laptop somewhere in there too. Really, it all seems very silly to me, but I just can’t seem to suppress these… urges.
Right… Well back to doing other stuff.