PotD – Tree Lawn
November 29th, 2008 ryan
My parents’ lawn is constantly at war with itself; sides distinguished by color, coarseness, and species.
I try not to get involved.
Beware of This and That
PotD – Slush
November 25th, 2008 ryan
PotD – Compression
November 22nd, 2008 ryan
Been carting this single pack of unassembled figures around for what must be a few years now. In the hopes of condensing my cares and woes in to easy to transport packages I finally went through and snapped these guys from their frames and placed in an unfilled tackle box, sectioning according to body part.
Still packing and rearranging, even if it’s just a cubic inch at a time.
PotD – How You Make a Rose
November 21st, 2008 ryan
Having found questionable metal objects in the automobile it was only natural I inquire as to their purpose.
“So I can practice!”
The above is but a taste of the graphic demonstration given to me, spur of the moment, complete with commentary and important parts articulated in a series of probing yet delicate gestures. The end result of this fiendish finger ballet is, if you can imagine, a rose of icing one might find atop a saccharine morsel.
Dozens of poignant, clever remarks sprang to mind given the artist’s nature as a bitter ice queen and the medium pure sugar but the light hit that metal proboscis just the right way in the just the nick of time to save my exposed face and genitals from what was sure to be a rapid introduction to said metal item.
HUZZAH!
November 19th, 2008 ryanBuy this shirt!
Lens flare is included with every purchase.
So grab one and have this adorable sunshine vomit adorn your pasty flesh to the approval of all you meet.
PotD – Outtake
November 18th, 2008 ryan
PotD – Siren
November 17th, 2008 ryan
Home Depot is dangerous. Like a beatuful corral reef that lures you in with splendor and glistening color only to gouge out your ship’s hull like a spoon through too soft ice cream.
I resisted, this time.
PotD – Swole
November 16th, 2008 ryan
It’s not uncommon for a group of images to get left behind, orphaned to a sort of unlabeled limbo on my desktop. The above was one such I came across this afternoon and, not being one to really stare intently at my own mottled flesh, eventually led to an insight.
I didn’t start weight lifting until mid 2005, odd considering I’d been part of an enforced fitness culture for nearly 3 years. The desire simply wasn’t there. I was consistently putting down perfect scores in two of my three required bimonthly tests (the third being an 18 minute 3-mile run directly following the other two tests of 100 sit ups in 2 mins – easy – and 20 dead-hang pull ups) and while immersed in a distilled Brosef sporting, dip spitting environment I didn’t feel the need to kick it up a notch by rat-tailing others at the gym to get my pump on.
It was while stationed at this indescribable shit hole of a camp out east that I finally took up my former roommate’s offer to join him in the makeshift gym. As in single-incandescent-light bulb-rusted-to-shit-hodge-podge-of-miscellaneous-free-weights gym. Now my roommate was also in Data but didn’t fit the stereotype at all. Dude was huge, proficient, and smart as hell but didn’t really get off on the more MacGyver related aspects of the gig like some of us did. He’s the one I credit with getting me in to lifting which, surprisingly, I really enjoyed despite being the only skinny white dude in the place.
Time passed, we joined the rest of our unit at an arguably preferable location, and hoofing it up and down 10 flights of stairs to the ground floor gym (which I can’t believe I never thought to photograph – it’s alongside these massive turbines in the bowels of an immense Soviet-built Dam) became part of the daily routine. It was at this time I joined the throngs of my supplement slamming brethren. As such I’ve been off and on ever since without a second thought given what I was taking was pretty weaksauce compared to others and I never noticed any adverse side effects.
Unfortunately a glance at my still-bulging veins an hour post-workout has me thinking it might be time to take a break given my current bout of insomnia. In the past I’ve had no problem drinking a whole pot of tea just before bed but doubt it will hurt to curb anything that could contribute to keeping me up at night.
So the supplement is out after a chance observation of a random picture which I likely would have never considered given how long I’ve been taking it.
PotD – UnBread Ed
November 13th, 2008 ryan