Monday, March 13, 2006
Shut Up Spring!
A spring like morning and in the middle of my barren lawn a single yellow flower did just erupt. I looked at it quizzically and sighed, ”Ah just shut up!”
I woke up at 4 a.m. to take care of my deadline writing and now “I’m done” and it’s only 6:30. I will go to the gym even though I went yesterday. I think I will do my unpublished routine where all exercises are done from the sitting or laying position. Now I ain’t no personal trainer but I am a life long jock even though men don’t wear jocks anymore just tight underwear if your lucky cause there ain’t nothing more hideous looking than the appearance of s single testicle while some old guy is doing leg extensions.
Older men, who diet without lifting, get older looking. They look like little old people. Robustness and power is the secret formula any moron can get skinny all it takes is vigilance and obsession neither of which is good for your sense of humor.
And grown men shouldn’t wear wife beater shirts in the gym or anywhere else. Muscles have something called tinsel strength but that’s gone after 30. If you want to feel “pumped” eat a large Italian hoagie instead.
I saw a couple anorexic women at a Happy Hour last Friday and I thought “You win! You win! But you are working on that curvature of the spine thing because women are delicately balanced because or hormones so your boney ass needs to eat “
And shooters and shots! Two nights and two different places and people are buying me shooters and shots which affect me as much as a taser affects Rodney King.
There are no Bush discussions in bars. Why is that funny? I know why. But seriously history will judge the Dixie Chicks as the most courageous social commentators of the Bush Years (why is that funny) because everyone kept under the radar on this Iraq thing not wanting to be attacked by right wing zealots who lack an education in the Humanities.
Friday is Saint Patrick’s Day here in Waspland of Sussex County. But not to worr, I saw a film of a Saint Paddy’s Day in Belfast and there were all these Oriental looking Irish girls. Planet earth has become Sesame Street which worries lots of white people because they start to get ordinary looking which explains the entire tattoo and NASCAR shirt thing.
I’ve got to bounce like a beach ball at graduation.
Lyrics from John Prince.
‘A hundred thousand blackbirds went flying cross the sky. And they seemed to form a teardrop, from a black haired angel’s eye.
And that tear fell all around me, while the bridges brightly burned, far away from my land, the valley of the unconcerned.”
Peace Freddogg
--http://davefredman.blogspot.com/
I woke up at 4 a.m. to take care of my deadline writing and now “I’m done” and it’s only 6:30. I will go to the gym even though I went yesterday. I think I will do my unpublished routine where all exercises are done from the sitting or laying position. Now I ain’t no personal trainer but I am a life long jock even though men don’t wear jocks anymore just tight underwear if your lucky cause there ain’t nothing more hideous looking than the appearance of s single testicle while some old guy is doing leg extensions.
Older men, who diet without lifting, get older looking. They look like little old people. Robustness and power is the secret formula any moron can get skinny all it takes is vigilance and obsession neither of which is good for your sense of humor.
And grown men shouldn’t wear wife beater shirts in the gym or anywhere else. Muscles have something called tinsel strength but that’s gone after 30. If you want to feel “pumped” eat a large Italian hoagie instead.
I saw a couple anorexic women at a Happy Hour last Friday and I thought “You win! You win! But you are working on that curvature of the spine thing because women are delicately balanced because or hormones so your boney ass needs to eat “
And shooters and shots! Two nights and two different places and people are buying me shooters and shots which affect me as much as a taser affects Rodney King.
There are no Bush discussions in bars. Why is that funny? I know why. But seriously history will judge the Dixie Chicks as the most courageous social commentators of the Bush Years (why is that funny) because everyone kept under the radar on this Iraq thing not wanting to be attacked by right wing zealots who lack an education in the Humanities.
Friday is Saint Patrick’s Day here in Waspland of Sussex County. But not to worr, I saw a film of a Saint Paddy’s Day in Belfast and there were all these Oriental looking Irish girls. Planet earth has become Sesame Street which worries lots of white people because they start to get ordinary looking which explains the entire tattoo and NASCAR shirt thing.
I’ve got to bounce like a beach ball at graduation.
Lyrics from John Prince.
‘A hundred thousand blackbirds went flying cross the sky. And they seemed to form a teardrop, from a black haired angel’s eye.
And that tear fell all around me, while the bridges brightly burned, far away from my land, the valley of the unconcerned.”
Peace Freddogg
--http://davefredman.blogspot.com/
