I was at the gym yesterday and saw a guy there who was probably close to 400 lbs. Obviously, this doesn’t happen often, or it wouldn’t be cause for comment. He was diligently using the lat pulldown and a series of other pull-strength exercises. He used a balance ball to sit on because, well, the […]
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It’s good to know that other writers felt like this: The teenage me was cast into deep, dark despair by this. On my seventeenth birthday I had a midlife crisis. There I was seventeen years old and still no novel published! I was a complete and utter failure! What was wrong with me?
Still bumbling around the house here. B was up at 3am to catch a flight back to NY, so I slept in a bit (as much as I hate my job, you almost can’t beat the flexibility). I need some more coffee. More later.
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Superkewl. Starting today, I’ll be dual-blogging here and at VanderWorld for a couple weeks (I’m not double-posting. VW and BW will have different content), so check-in periodically. Who knows? It might even be interesting. (thanks for the reminder for a reminder, Scott)
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Boston’s beloved pair of swans — feted by city leaders, residents, and tourists alike as one of the Hub’s most celebrated summer attractions — are a same-sex couple. Yes, scientific tests have shown that the pair, named Romeo and Juliet, are really Juliet and Juliet. Massachusettes is spreadin’ the gay! This proves it’s contagious. Interspecies
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The McDonald’s Diet: health = thinness. Because at no point in this article to they say her resting heart rate and cholesterol have decreased, at no point does she say she took up exercising, and at no point does anyone with a medical degree say she’s lowered her risk of cardiovascular disease by “losing” thirty
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An understandable protest, an amusing endquote.
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Oh yes, chicklits, it is Monday. That time when all coffee bites back with that saccharine-savvy aftertaste and the fucktards leer from the rooftops to snicker at your workaday commute from Hell. The good news is that once again, there’s fuck-all to do but blog and write and snicker. It could be worse. I might