There's something in my eye

Ratcrow writes:

So, go to this link, and you'll see where [REDACTED]'s house is:

Lake Jackson, Texas

Zoom out a bit at a time until you see most of the Texas coast.

Then go to this link. The storm is presently Cat 5.

Hurricane Rita

I called [REDACTED's SPOUSE]'s mobile phone, and left a "Hi, just calling to send our best wishes, if you get a chance, give me a call to let us know if you are okay, assuming you are not too busy fleeing from the HELLACIOUS KILLSTORM" voicemail (not in those exact words). It's probably not something they need to be bothered with, but almost satisfying as far as impotent gestures go.


Update 04Oct2005: I did hear back from [REDACTED] (quite a while ago, actually). He says:

...there was no damage to the house or fence. We really lucked out. Two of the "hurrricane shutters" had come off of the house - one blew off and the other warped so badly that it forced itself off of the wall.

So, [REDACTED], Mrs. [REDACTED], and little baby [REDACTED] are all fine. You, reader, may not care, but I certainly do.

That's no moon...

On or around August 9, 2005 I weighed 342 pounds, which is just under my peak weight of ~345 pounds. I had been led to believe that an ice age was pending, and that I had better be prepared. What with recent advances in food storage technology, it now seems that bulking up will no longer confer a competitive advantage comparable to that of being leaner, more mobile, and able to rise from a seated position without getting winded.

Since then, I have been eating less, and exercising much, much more. Both cardio and weight training -- I assure you that, beneath the cascading rolls of fat, my guns have become truly astounding.

Today, I weigh 319 pounds (including the flip-flops I was wearing*).

I just thought I would share, to extend my circle of accountability.

So, expect regular updates.

* In the future, I will no longer reference the flip-flops that I wear when I weigh myself at the gym. Largely to help the reader avoid shocking mental images of me wearing nothing else, flexing and preening, and threatening to pump you, the reader, up.

P.S. It's not like I haven't tried this before, so hopefully my very public boastful tone will inspire me to keep walking that walk that I am talking so much talk of.

You're a really "up" person, you know?

You know, every so often "Bizarre Love Triangle" pops up on the random playlist of my mp3 player. And I just can't take it. I have to skip it. Though I am forcing myself to listen to it while I type this, I have lately found myself unable to cope with New Order. Maybe I overdosed on them. Probably around that time in '95 when I went through a phase where I had to listen to "Vanishing Point", like, at least three times every day.

It's too bad, really. I honestly like their music. Anyhoo, check out the movie 24 Hour Party People some time. It's a (sort of) documentary about the rise and fall of Factory Records. That's where Joy Division, and New Order, and the Happy Mondays came from.

Ooh, an emailed post.

Libelous Claims About Large Corporations

"K-Mart's stores are big because their employees need places to hide
while they are crying."

http://libelousclaimsaboutlargecorporations.blogspot.com/

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