If you play wiffle ball with me, be warned: I throw chin music.
I just belted out thirty push-ups and ten sit-ups. It was completely uncalled for, unless you can consider it a warm down from my three shut out innings of wiffleball pitching today after work. I'm like the Papelbon of the wiffle ball, only I peg Rob every now and again just to get laughs.
Rob has really bad ADD, and Fred says "He's the worst person to have on any team because he just loses interest at the drop of a hat." About a minute later Rob wandered off into the "outfield" of the public garden and started tearing up some grass.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow and into Thursday, which sucks because there's a good chance that I won't work, and I didn't break four hundred dollars on my last paycheck, despite seven hours of overtime.
It's funny, the way that my job is almost completely reliant on the weather. If it rains, I don't work. I have not one, but two forecast phone numbers saved: CBS and Acccuweather. I've heard that Accuweather is based in Sweden, and while it's unbelieveably organized, your local weather forecast is still going to be more accurate. I'm actually a big fan of wunderground or "weather underground" because it's easy to navigate, and what they don't actually "forecast" they just show you with a lot of radar images.
Sometimes I feel like people who get into the weather are just really unathletic baseball fanatics. They like all the predictive facts and figures (I mean come on, dew point and ERA are practically the same thing), but, in the words of Rob, they're "like that kid on the team that fucks up and everyone has to do puch-ups."
I listened to the Walkmen's new album on the train today, and it was most excellent. Every track is pretty good, and I suggest that you keep listening to the whole thing if you do have it, don't just skip to "Don't Get Me Down (Come On Over Here)" every two minutes. I know it's tempting, it's a good song, but so are the rest, you just have to give them a chance.
Just like the fat kid with the bum leg whos always screwing up and then everyone has to do puch ups.
I didn't need him tonight, I pushed up all on my own. Completely devoid of necessity, reason, and motivation.
Working out has always been something I don't really understand in a lot of ways. There are a lot of people who work out because they have a specific goal- a healthy weight, a certain activity, etc. etc. These goals are usually dictated by something very tangible too. Some broad wants to lose weight because she's getting married and she wants to look good in the dress. Understandable.
But then there are those whose sole reason for working out is to "get big."
And you know, the final product is like thirty pounds of useless muscle bulging from your biceps like awful tumors that plastic surgeons have tried to mask with tanning oil and tribal tattoos, only to realize that they've accentuated them, and that's it. The goal is achieved. Dominic is "big."
It makes about as much sense to me as duct taping tires to your chest, but then, maybe that's why I weigh 145 pounds.
Tomorrow's post may or may not be about fighting people.
Rob has really bad ADD, and Fred says "He's the worst person to have on any team because he just loses interest at the drop of a hat." About a minute later Rob wandered off into the "outfield" of the public garden and started tearing up some grass.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow and into Thursday, which sucks because there's a good chance that I won't work, and I didn't break four hundred dollars on my last paycheck, despite seven hours of overtime.
It's funny, the way that my job is almost completely reliant on the weather. If it rains, I don't work. I have not one, but two forecast phone numbers saved: CBS and Acccuweather. I've heard that Accuweather is based in Sweden, and while it's unbelieveably organized, your local weather forecast is still going to be more accurate. I'm actually a big fan of wunderground or "weather underground" because it's easy to navigate, and what they don't actually "forecast" they just show you with a lot of radar images.
Sometimes I feel like people who get into the weather are just really unathletic baseball fanatics. They like all the predictive facts and figures (I mean come on, dew point and ERA are practically the same thing), but, in the words of Rob, they're "like that kid on the team that fucks up and everyone has to do puch-ups."
I listened to the Walkmen's new album on the train today, and it was most excellent. Every track is pretty good, and I suggest that you keep listening to the whole thing if you do have it, don't just skip to "Don't Get Me Down (Come On Over Here)" every two minutes. I know it's tempting, it's a good song, but so are the rest, you just have to give them a chance.
Just like the fat kid with the bum leg whos always screwing up and then everyone has to do puch ups.
I didn't need him tonight, I pushed up all on my own. Completely devoid of necessity, reason, and motivation.
Working out has always been something I don't really understand in a lot of ways. There are a lot of people who work out because they have a specific goal- a healthy weight, a certain activity, etc. etc. These goals are usually dictated by something very tangible too. Some broad wants to lose weight because she's getting married and she wants to look good in the dress. Understandable.
But then there are those whose sole reason for working out is to "get big."
And you know, the final product is like thirty pounds of useless muscle bulging from your biceps like awful tumors that plastic surgeons have tried to mask with tanning oil and tribal tattoos, only to realize that they've accentuated them, and that's it. The goal is achieved. Dominic is "big."
It makes about as much sense to me as duct taping tires to your chest, but then, maybe that's why I weigh 145 pounds.
Tomorrow's post may or may not be about fighting people.
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