Halfway Through
March 29, 2009 at 12:26 am | In Cute Guys, Friends, Health | 5 CommentsTags: Chuck, gardening, Gourmet Shish Kebab, Matus Valent, Real Housewives of New York City
We’re halfway through the weekend and it’s been an eventful one. Friday was a big glum. I lazed off working out which was a big mistake. However, our regularly scheduled activity, dinner with friends, was cancelled and that always throws me off. I don’t ‘do’ change. However, I put the time to good use, watching TV . I did catch up on one of the episodes of Chuck on my DVR, as well as this past week’s Real Housewives of New York. I do love me my Housewives. If anyone’s interested, I comment on them on Friends of Reality TV. I think they’re fun. But oh, did I overeat, in a spirit of rebelliousness, at the crack chicken joint. Thing is they have great fried rice, but I keep ‘forgetting’ that they put rice under the carne asado, so that’s a double starch whammy. Oh, and the left-over cake at work didn’t help. I hate it when people bring in cake like they did for the day before’s going away luncheon. And this was good cake too with proper butter cream icing, not that fluffy coloured Cool Whip. I love it but I hate it. I’m glad it’s all gone.
Today dawned, I guess, early. Not bright because it’s been dull and rainy all day. C and I went to Panera for brekkies, another bit of a mistake as I had one of their breakfast souflées which are full of fat. Notice a pattern here? I went off to the gym to work out, pretty eager actually, but when I got there I couldn’t find my water bottle. Rather than risk a cramp, I basically lazed off with some good reason and came back to Panera where C was waiting.
We had a…discussion…about some issues, and it wasn’t all that pretty for a while, but we got back to our usual loving selves in pretty good time. I’m so glad because I really feel desolate inside when I squabble with him. And this one was a bit longer than usual. 
At least it wasn’t in public.
Then it was off to one of three garden centers to get some plants for around the garden. C loves gardening and I love the results. Bob is proving his worth daily. C’s feet were muddy as heck from the first place (Patuxent Nursery) in Bowie, Maryland, and the new rubber floor mats work like champs – when the weather gets warmer we’ll just pop them out and hose them off. The only fly in the ointment is that the pins keeping them in place are a bit delicate so we’ve to be careful putting them in and taking them out. The plants he bought there (candytufts and…something) fit in the back and the rubber mat there would have kept things tidy or at least cleanable if they tipped.
Then through the back roads (Patuxent Bridge Road if you’re local) to snobbier Homestead Gardens in well-heeled Davidsonville, Maryland. There are some huge homes in Davidsonville; the median price is about $330,000, which means that half of the houses there cost more. It’s sort of faux-farm country, with horsey type people looking down out of gigantic windows onto their massive lots, and hoping the maid will come soon so they don’t have to clean the whole place themselves. Homestead’s prices are easily twice Patuxent’s, but they have a bigger selection (by a tiny bit) and a non-gardeners’ parking area (a small coffee shop).
We had lunch in Crofton at a new kebab house. It’s okaaay, but I’m not in a hurry to go back. The servings are small, the kofta kebab was overly spiced and the whole thing has repeated on me since.
We’ve never found a place to rival Espiokababs. Back story: ‘Gourmet Shish Kebab’ in Laurel was run by an Iraqi couple and it is fantastic. The food is oh so good, the servings generous, the selection enormous. Mmmmm it was a treat! However, that whacky Iraqi was recently arrested and pled guilty to being an undisclosed agent for the government of Saddam Hussein, and facilitated shady meetings of Iraqi officials, which may have taken place at the table next to us (although I never noticed). So I’m on the horns of a dilemma.
On the one hand, I should boycott the place because, well, he was an enemy spy. And my dad says, though I’ve been unable to verify, that some of the information could have been used in attacks on Army bases here in the US (like where I work) since he apparently went to Fort Belvoir to ’sneak around.’ I wonder though – he was excessively fat and immobile working the register; I don’t think I ever saw him move.
On the other hand, as somebody on urban spoon pointed out, espionage kinda lends an air of authenticity to a Middle Eastern restaurant. And of course, his wife owns the place and he pled guilty in a plea bargain. If he gets deported back to Baghdad (ironic, huh?) I guess it will close. That’s supposed to happen quite soon. So we shall see. But the food really was good.
From there across the county and through Laurel (stopping at the Sports Authority to buy a new water bottle and some new shoes for C) to Behnke’s Nursery in Beltsville. It’s a sort of mid-range place, but it’s got an awfully loyal following.
On the way home I swung by Starbucks for a latte and (more of the pattern) an expresso fat bomb brownie. Home to a nap, from six to nine. So far, unsurprisingly, I’ve not felt hungry for dinner. Which is good since I don’t have the points for it! I daren’t have any snacks tonight, not even my usual Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich. I’ve only myself to blame though. This posting things on the web is really working to keep me if not honest, then at least partially so.
But all is not beer and skittles
So let’s all keep the parents of the world in our prayers and thoughts. They’ve a tough job and no instruction booklet.
Today’s eye candy
Is Cowboy Matus Valent. I don’t think there are many cowboys in Slovakia so he’s adapted well to his new surroundings:
(I’d definitely save a horse, wouldn’t you?)
Chuck’s Baaaaack!
February 2, 2009 at 11:33 pm | In Culture, Cute Guys, Family, Gay | 1 CommentTags: Bob Van Dillen, Chris Evans, Chuck, Erik Rhodes
Yes, I know, I’ve got to catch everyone up but let me start with the most recent thing and work my way backward.
Chuck’s Back!
Yes, finally, after a rather long hiatus, Chuck is back and better than ever…in 3D nogal (Afrikaans for ‘even!’). It was a very good episode, except it did involve a rock band and as 
usual when rock bands are shown in the context of television shows, they come across as terribly fake and cheesy. You can’t reproduce the atmosphere of a Springsteen concert at some enormous Concertdrome with a normal TV studio and some actors and extras. But they did try, gamely, but it was in Three Dee!!! The glasses were pretty uncomfortable and I don’t know if this will ‘catch on’ but I’m glad to say the show was watchable without them, though C who glanced at it a bit, said that there was ‘funny orange shifts’ and it didn’t look that bad. But with the goofy glasses on, it was great – especially seeing Adam Baldwin (click on him to see him as big as life and twice as handsome)…too bad he kept his clothes on the whole time.
The Weekend
Dropped my parents off at the airport Saturday and took Bob* up to Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, for a lunch of buffalo burgers and Belgian beer at The Half Moon restaurant. It was rather pricy I have to say and the drive up was a mixture of really good scenery and boring flat lands. Coming back we swung Bob* through Wilmington which was a big mistake. That put us on a line to I-95 south through Delaware and into northeastern Maryland (right by North East, Maryland). I hate hate hate that stretch of I-95. It’s boring. It’s crowded. The other boys and girls are mean. Maryland drivers aren’t the worst but tend to have no lane discipline at all. None. They’ll blow by in the slow lane at 90+ and/or crawl along in the fast lane hoping one day to achieve 55. Jersey drivers aren’t that bad. New Yorkers aren’t that bad. Pennsylvanians are nearly that bad (and roads in Pennsy suck big time). Californians weren’t that bad.
So after the 95-dead-or-alive-drive
On Sunday C and I sat around doing little or nothing. 
This past week, for those who are still interested
This past week was pretty routine, except I didn’t get to the gym much. Oh, but some of that was because we had an ice storm. I hate ice storms, more than I hate that stretch of I-95. I slipped and landed on my front and the worst thing was the ice was all around, so I couldn’t get any traction to stand up. Everytime I tried to put my (considerable) weight on a hand or a foot, it slid out from under me. I had to monkey crawl my way to the sidewalk to finally stand up (yes, it was my fault – I tried to take a short cut across the glazed glassy grass). It wasn’t a co-worker’s fault, who fell and broke her arm. And we didn’t have it half as bad as those poor people in Kentucky.
* Directs here
Right after we bought the car, C asked what name we should give it. Now, I just thought of the first name that seemed manly and fun, like the car – ‘Bob.’ A few moments later, however I told the truth – that it wasn’t a reference to Bob Van Dillen, the meterologist on CNN Headline News in the morning. C of course teased me about it since I just happen to think that BVD is rather dishy. Sadly, there aren’t many pictures of him on the web, and the one on the main CNN site is awful so here’s a picture of him so you can sort of see what I mean. He just has that beefy all American thing going on, but honestly, I didn’t name the car after him. I think I’m seeming to protest too much. It sure doesn’t help that this picture was posed by BVD because a view wrote in and said that he looked a lot like the character “Mr. Oppotunity” – an animated character in Honda ads…and we bought a Honda…and well, but, Bob’s a nice name for a car I’m getting to like better.
This might, just might, be a link to his ‘gun show’ on Headline News. I don’t think I can embed this video so click on it and tell me what you think of Bob, the man. Not Bob, the car.
An interesting blog
Porn star James Elliott N. (professional name: “Erik Rhodes”) has a blog; perhaps you should check it out – you can find it via google. It seems to be mostly SFW in terms of images but not necessarily in terms of ‘language.’ I told C this evening that it sh0uld be required reading for unattractive people. Here’s a ‘hot’ porn star who feels utterly worthless in the gay bars just like unattractive people do. Perhaps it’s not looks, it’s not you, it’s not mne, it’s not James, it’s gay bars. He does take a lot of drugs, though; that probably doesn’t help. And he gets awards for being the best porn star. Heck, in our ‘community’ we even have awards shows for escorts! Obsessive, much? Anyway, it does show you that the grass is still grass no matter what side of the fence it’s on.
Speaking of stars and hot men
I saw one Chris Evans movie this weekend, “London.” It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great. It did feature Mr. E. with Jason Statham and Jessica Biehl, who were also in “Cellular” which I really enjoyed. This one was a bit more ‘introspective.’ Or ‘too self-involved by half.’ However, in between the somewhat whiny philosophizing he does spend a very adequate and much appreciated time showing off the results of what must be hours in the gym, as you can see here (click on the thumbnails to make Chris grow a bit):
(Wouldn’t you like to make him that extatic?)
That’s all for now, I know I know, I should be more regular. I’ll try fiber.
This Might Be the Longest
November 2, 2008 at 11:09 pm | In Exercise, Family, Friends | 1 CommentTags: Adam Ford, Chuck, Halloween, Low Self Esteem, Ridgeline Fitness
I’ve gone without updating. Sorry, everyone. I really haven’t any excuses.
To fill in the blanks…Friday C & I went to see my niece and nephew celebrate Halloween. Niece dressed as a witch, complete with sound effects (growling, claw-like hands – she’s a real ham) and nephew as a space man. It was a lot of fun to see them and to see the holiday through their eyes.
I remember the hot breath on a plastic mask (do they even make them anymore?), and the odd sound that breathing made through them, knocking on doors, being out after dark, the thrill of collecting the goodies, and then going over my loot when I got home. I also remember ‘celebrating’ Halloween growing up in England, where we were the only American family on the street or even in the housing estate (=development). My brother swears he remembers us being dressed in costume and being forced/invited to walk down Rievaulx Avenue to the first corner and back, with our English neighbours staring, bemused, through their curtains. I don’t remember it, but I may have it wrong.
I do remember the Queen’s Silver Jubilee (1977) and our house was the best decorated in the street. We had red, white and blue bunting all over and a huge picture of the Queen hung from an upstairs window. For those who don’t know (or remember) the Silver Jubilee was the celebration of the Queen’s first twenty-five years on the Throne. Our street had a street party with three-legged races, egg-and-spoon races, dancing, and a lovely tea laid on. The Lord Mayor of our town (Knaresborough, in North Yorkshire) came to visit, but I think we must have been only one of the many street parties that were being held in town that day. I did read that over 4,000 were held in London. It was lovely, and now I sound like an old man, don’t I?
For those who haven’t seen it, here’s a few pictures of Knaresborough…click on any to make it bigger:
Saturday C had to go to work so I drove him down to DC and then went to a German bakery in Arlington and got lots and lots of Laugenbroetchen – lye rolls, or rolls baked like big pretzels. I loved them from Germany and this is the only place fairly local I know of that you can get them. Mmmmmm goood. Afterwards we went and overate at Il Mee, which is a Korean barbecue place. Today we ran a few errands. Note I never said that I went to the gym. I’ve not been since Thursday. I’m sure I’ll have gained this week.
I really think I need to do more core exercises, like the ones from this website. An example is below…don’t drool, I’m being serious. However, I worry I’ll look stupid and certainly not a bit like Adam Ford (who’s demonstrating it). What do you think?
Okay, he is a bit drool-worthy…
An Insight
I had an insight the other day that rather floored me for a few moments. When C & I were in California, we went to a little town called St. Helena and to a little shop called Olivier. We had a good time in Olivier, sampling the olive oils and deciding on one we liked best (mmm a bottle of Sevillana, very fruity and strong). Now here’s the insight. I read the other day that St. Helena is an ‘upscale’ town, and that Olivier is an ‘upscale’ shop. In fact, all of the Napa Valley is ‘upscale,’ but I didn’t know that when I was there. So I was relaxed, didn’t worry about how I looked or if my clothes were ‘right’ or I was spending ‘enough’ or if I was too <low class/ugly/fat/poor/cheap/plebian> to be there. And nobody treated me like a low class ugly fat poor cheap pleb either.
(Well, one sort of did, at a winery, and I just left. I shan’t <Chateau St. Jean’s> mention which one <Chateau St. Jean’s>.)
Perhaps I should just stop the constant self-criticism and fault-finding and deprecating I do. I don’t always go to ‘upscale’ places, but I can sieze up in fear and zero-self-esteem even just crossing from plebean Prince George’s County to ‘upscale’ Montgomery County. If I go into McLean, VA, I feel I have to apologize for being there. But when I didn’t “know” I was “not good enough” I was relaxed.
I think retail therapy at Neiman Marcus is in order, don’t you?
Well, maybe not.
A movie you should watch
The Line of Beauty, which was a BBC miniseries based on the eponymous Alan Hollinghurst book about the excesses of life in Britain during the Thatcher years. Not only because it has the handsome Dan Stevens, a sort of young Hugh Grant in it (who, coincidentally enough reprises the rôle of Edward Ferrars in a 2008 remake of Sense and Sensibility)
Sorry
No eye candy on this post. But one Chuck trivia piece. I was rewatching the first episode of this season and noticed the following: Right after the scene where Chuck walks in to Devon and Ellie in the shower together, in which Chuck sees enough to congratulate Devon on what God gave him, we see Chuck eating breakfast. Of cereal. The name on the cereal box? “Nuts and More.”
I’m just saying….
Oh, and I’ve been feeling really crappy about myself all day. Just the usual “I’m so worthless, absolutely no good, everyone who doesn’t hate me should.”
How’s It Going, AngloAm?
October 20, 2008 at 10:11 pm | In Cute Guys, Family, Politics | 3 CommentsTags: Adam Baldwin, Chuck, Financial Advisor, Sara Palin, Thiago Serpa
Going well, thanks for asking!
Friday my marvellous friends and we went to a Mongolian BBQ – yummy. I’m basically over inviting CH from work. He likes to be invited, I think, so he can feel important. Of course, it’s way more rewarding from him if I, puppy-dog like, keep asking him to come out with us. I think I’ll give it a rest. He’s not that good looking, and he’s definitely not that interesting.
Saturday my husband and I (I sound like Queen Elizabeth at Christmas, don’t I?) were supposed to work out/cut the grass/be productive. Beep! Nope. We lazed about. Sunday we lazed about until it was time to go visit my parents.
Work today wasn’t bad, honestly. Our financial adviser came by tonight to deliver the news that we’re doing quite well, actually, our debt isn’t high at all, our net worth has increased, and our plans are proceeding apace. He would like us to set aside more money for our retirement which I think we can do…stopping Neal will make it easier. He’d also like us to buy more shares as they’re on sale right now. We had a big salad for dinner and a lovely dessert C made with strawberries, Splenda, Sauternes, and sweetened fage (Greek yogurt very thick and mild and yummy and fat free). Mmmmmm. Mind you, because of buying hotdogs at work I’m way over my points for today.
I know, I know, we still haven’t painted the door. I never worked out. (I still somehow managed to lose two pounds.)
A Thought You Should Ponder
I keep wondering (sorry, wonderin’) if we’re going to wake up in November to the reality of a sick old man being between us and a Palin Presidency (you betcha!). What are your thoughts? At least she’ll be certifiably free of the menace of witchcraft. I’m one of the four or five people who didn’t see the Saturday Night Live episode with La Palin on, but I doubt I missed much. Seriously – this woman will negotiate with foreign leaders, not just Putin when he ‘rears his head,’ on our behalf. Will direct the machinery of the federal government. Will represent the Presidency in dealings with congressmen who had their first bribes before she even graduated high school. (She did graduate high school, right?) And she’s a small-town mayor and two-year governor of Alaska. How hard can it be to be the governor of Alaska? The state’s awash in oil money and everyone votes Repug anyway.
Some Adamy Goodness
Chuck was on tonight – it was fantastic. In honor thereof, here is some Adam Baldwin goodness; some black and white goodness and some goodness from last week’s episode.
And Some Brazilian Goodness
Our newest mini-obsession is Brazilian model Thiago Serpa. I was noodling around and got stopped in my tracks by this 20 year old from Niteroi near Rio de Janeiro. I think it was his little sly smile that did it for me. Here’s the first installment – I hope you like him as we may be seeing quite a bit of him over the next few weeks. Try to wipe the drool off your monitor.
(Que Bom Gato!)
At the Beach, there is Water
September 21, 2008 at 10:35 pm | In Cute Guys | 3 CommentsTags: Adam Baldwin, Chuck
And water renders things wet.
Here are two pictures of our obsessional man, Adam Baldwin. In the first, a screen shot from his time on “The X Files” Mr. B is getting ready to drink some water, while in inspiringly jock-ish clothing.
In the second, a screen shot from ‘Chuck,’ (Episode “Chuck versus the Undercover Lover”) Mr. Baldwin as NSA Agent Casey is resplendent but dripping in his tux, with Zach Levy as Chuck. (They’d just fought off some bad guys while being tied to two-back to back chairs, but the last bad guy shoved them off a 12th storey balcony into the pool from which they are emerging.)
Speaking of which
I’m letting friends and family know now-the premiere of Season Two of Chuck is Monday, 29 September and I will not be taking phone calls or visitors during the show. Only C may interrupt with actual bleeding or emergency. Everyone else, call me after it’s done and I’ve settled down (give me ten minutes or so to recover).
(How would you like to see Adam Baldwin dripping?)
Wish Me Luck
September 11, 2008 at 3:43 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise | 2 CommentsTags: Adam Baldwin, Chuck, Exercise, walking, weight lifting
Please wish me luck.
Dammit I am going to the gym tonight.
And dammit I am going to do 20 minutes cardio and then a whole-body lifting. Depending on how much I have left in me afterwards I’ll do the other 40 I ‘owe’ the treadmill.
Dammit.
I am sick sick sick to death of effing around. If I keep this up how will I get to be big and built and intense, like Adam Baldwin, here in a screen cap from the pilot episode of ‘Chuck?’
More Uncertainty but…
April 2, 2008 at 9:44 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise, Work | 3 CommentsTags: Chuck, diet, Luke Wilson, walking
…I Can Clear Up the Uncertainy
Well, I’m in slightly better spirits. I have had some ‘turmoil’ with regard to that new job and the requirements to upgrade my clearance. I’ve complied with everything, going so far as to emphasize the nature of C and my relationship, but I’ve still got to call and get one last assurance. See, to fill the vacancy the office will want me to come over on an interim clearance. What worries me is if I go over on an interim clearance, and then a few months down the road they decide they can’t give me the final one – what happens to me? Am I placed elsewhere in the government? Or do I get fired?
I can’t be fired. I can’t let that happen. If I can get clear on that I’ll have to say that I can’t go over until the final, and if they won’t allow that, then I have to say that I can’t go over at all. I have a number of somebody at the personnel office to call tomorrow, and I have to make myself at ease on this. I have to say, I can’t imagine that they’d actually fire you – how would they ever recruit for positions if there was a real danger thereof.
I also am taking some comfort from the fact that the adjudicator has already seen my info pack and I’ve handled the two questions he raised, but I do have to say that the security manager mentioned that the ‘bad thing’ had happened to one or two people but then said that those people were new to the government. I’m hardly new.
What do you think?
Ignore at My Peril
Neal came over Monday, and we discussed my intake, as I’m basically walking my ass off without much gain (er, loss). You know how they say that if you slip up, the thing to do is not let it get you down? Well, I got that part too well down – the trick thought is to, you know, acknowledge the slip, and not just ignore it. I’ve promised to review my Weight Watchers input and, you know, make choices as the week goes along. Monday there was some real high quality eye candy at the gym. This evening, barely any, just PGG (pseudo Greek guy, slender, dark hair, goatee), no PHG (pointy hair guy) or much else.
I’ve also decided to do more weight training; I think I ought to do the things that Neal suggested at home/the gym. After all, I’m paying him big bux for this advice. I do want to start squatting too. Maybe I can be strong. Who knows.
Tuesday, C came with me to see Alan, my counsellor about my food issues. Apparently I’m not as manipulative as I think.
Road Porn
I found some great road porn sites. You can see the Manual on Uniform Traffic Control Devices, the US standard sign book. It’s so cool! From the other side of the biggish pond here’s the UK Highway Code. I’ll add more road porn in short order.
Up, Chuck!
NBC has renewed my favourite prime time show, Chuck, for a second season. But new episodes won’t be out until later in the year. I heart Chuck.
Lovely Luke
We’ll have to wait for farmer Silvio, but today’s installment of our obsession with the dark-haired Wilson brother shows a screen cap of his strong-jawed self, from the movie Legally Blond. It’s a cute movie, in which Luke plays a lawyer. Our other picture shows him at a golf game (I think) which is a favourite if stereotypical hobby of lawyers.
(Wouldn’t you like to see his big club?)
(Wouldn’t you let him get a hole in one)
(Wouldn’t you let him address your ball?)
(Wouldn’t you like to get him in the rough)
This is far too easy!
Where Will It End?
January 24, 2008 at 8:49 am | In Culture, Exercise | 1 CommentTags: Chuck, Exercise, walking
Just a quickie to report that last night, in the hotter small basement room in the gym, I managed 44 minutes walking, in rather extraordinary heat. I really hope tonight I get a ‘mill in the basketball area as that’s significantly cooler.
Also, Chuck’s on tonight. More to come.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
January 3, 2008 at 11:42 pm | In Culture, Cute Guys, Exercise, Resolutions | 4 CommentsTags: Adam Baldwin, Christopher Meloni, Chuck, DILF, Exercise, Resolutions, walking
Not too original but bloody apt…it’s freezing. There’s a nasty wind chilling everything to unbelievable lows. Tomorrow morning will suck big time. Oh well, it’s better than an ice storm. Most of the crew are back at the office today which means less boss-free time. I guess it had to end sometime or other. It didn’t go too badly but as usual I think of things I should do when I’m on my way in, and things I didn’t do when I’m on my way home, but actually at work I tend to blank. Perhaps I should add that to my resolutions.
Speaking of Which…
So far I’ve stayed (just) inside my WW points, which hasn’t been easy, and I haven’t chucked a sickie, but still “haven’t found” a chance to study Georgian. I’ve added the longer-term goals to my longer-term to-do list. I’ll have to study Georgian this weekend. I did add three minutes to my walk today; I also increased the speed from time to time, and the incline. I don’t really have a ‘program’ – I just play around. Moderate eye candy about the place. Don’t you love that smell of sweat soaked rubber that gyms seem to have?
Finally I Watched it
Yes, I finally watched the season ending episode of “Chuck.” It was a bit of a let-down on one level in that the Bryce storyline seemed to be created, got good and then was just dropped. However, from one cliff-hanger to another — it appears that the ‘beta computer model’ of the intersect will ’soon’ be ready and when it is, Casey has orders to ‘take care’ of our man Chuck. Eep! The actor playing Agent Casey, Adam Baldwin, seems to be getting more lines of late, which is nothing but good. You can see the pic of him in his DILFy goodness…and make him get big if you want…I wouldn’t say no to doing so. Also, Morgan seems to be being cleaned and tidiedd up a bit, but I’m scared for when the writers’ strike is over – is “Chuck,” supposedly doing really well in the ratings, going to be dropped or picked up for a second season?
A few years ago, on HBO, Oz got picked up for a second season, and four more after. Here’s Christopher Meloni (since we’re talking about DILFs), in two screen caps from the show. Click on him to take a closer look. Meanwhile, it’s late so I’ve got to hop in bed with my beloved wonderful understanding and forgiving partner. Oh, and I need your support to avoid huge racks of ribs. Can I count on it?
(I think any time with him in a tight cell would be hard time, don’t you?)
Dreaded Metatarsal?
December 10, 2007 at 11:32 pm | In Cute Guys, Exercise | 2 CommentsTags: Chuck, Coffee, Rafael Branciforti, walking
I don’t think it’s the dreaded metatarsal but my ankle is hurting like mad now. I could only do about 12 minutes before my legs began shaking and I had to stop. I feel rotten. I have an appointment with my GP on Wednesday to see about it. There are some other things falling or rotting off me I need to see him about. I’m glad my appointment’s just before lunch.
Still can’t figure out this inner tube thing on the coffee machine; it seems to suck the milk up which is kinda not what I’d expect; it then spits milk out. I’m going to have to ask around and try to figure out what to do. I think the Capresso is far
superior for steaming milk. Oh, well.
On the other hand, glad to report that the plug issue with the enormous TV is working and the DVD player thingy is now even as I type this making odd pulsing sounds while C walks a microphone around the media room so it can calibrate itself. Very high tech.
Boo! No Chuck tonight. How’m I to get my action-comedy fix? Or my Adam Baldwin fix? Watched a bit of “La Vie En Rose” – the story of Edith Piaf. Such lovely lovely music. So passionate.
Work is blah
Isn’t it? I just sat there staring at all I had to do wondering how I could get away with not doing it. Right at the end of the day, Chad comes ambling over and wants to talk – about Monika Lewinski, Bill Clinton, and blow jobs, of all things. I didn’t know where to look. I feel sorry for him though; his plan to attract a lady is to get a cigar, go to a singles bar, and play Billy Boy to some unsuspecting girl’s Monica. I said “I give it a million to one you’ll not meet anyone.” He said “well, it only takes one.” Strange; he seems lonely but if he’d just cross to my side of the street, as it were, a military triathlete Iron Man? He’d never have to be alone of a weekend night. Just call him Trixie. Straight women have very self-defeating standards. Perhaps it’s that pregnancy thing.
This is Not Blah
But it is the only video I’ve found with this week’s mini-obsession, surfer dude Rafael Branciforti. It’s the ‘making of’ video (aka camera man indulging himself) from his ‘The Boy’ photoshoot. I hope you enjoy it. More photos to come, to make up for the flubbed links from yesterday. But it’s a bit late and I’ve got a messy kitchen to clean up.
Oh, I’ve a soft spot for my readers; here’s one more, of Mr. B enjoying his reflection in a glass door. We can enjoy his reflection, too…does he have a soft spot for us?
(Being shy’s such a waste of time, he seems to be saying.)
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