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At Sensei Adams' behest, I am updating my blog.
Since his is replete with stories of exercise and personal health, I thought I would share my own experience. With D out of town frequently this past month and little else to do when she's not around, I have gotten back on the treadmill, and so far it has been a successful venture: every time I have gotten on, I have managed to stay on for a full half-hour, which is a lot when you're as out-of-shape as I am. The problem isn't doing it, it's making myself do it. I just got a new MP3 player, and it really is making it a lot more fun.
Denise and I finally saw Cars a few weekends ago, and it defeated all my expectation by being excellent, far more than I could have hoped for from the lackluster trailers.
Some time this week, I will get the eighth season of The Simpsons on DVD. We're talkin' The Springfield Files, Sherry Bobbins, Scorpio, Laddie, the Spin-Off Showcase, Lisa in military school, Sideshow Bob and Sideshow Cecil, Ned institutionalized, Nelson in love and some of the other best moments in the show's history.
No new games to talk about; it'll be about another month before the next ones I want are released, and in typical fashion they're all coming out at once, conclusively proving that Nintendo hates me and only likes me for my money. And that black eye I had last month? Nintendo wants you to believe that I "walked into a door."
I don't have anything else to write. Next time on Mind Rot: does John Hester truly, truly rock? Or is it all a sham?
Since his is replete with stories of exercise and personal health, I thought I would share my own experience. With D out of town frequently this past month and little else to do when she's not around, I have gotten back on the treadmill, and so far it has been a successful venture: every time I have gotten on, I have managed to stay on for a full half-hour, which is a lot when you're as out-of-shape as I am. The problem isn't doing it, it's making myself do it. I just got a new MP3 player, and it really is making it a lot more fun.
Denise and I finally saw Cars a few weekends ago, and it defeated all my expectation by being excellent, far more than I could have hoped for from the lackluster trailers.
Some time this week, I will get the eighth season of The Simpsons on DVD. We're talkin' The Springfield Files, Sherry Bobbins, Scorpio, Laddie, the Spin-Off Showcase, Lisa in military school, Sideshow Bob and Sideshow Cecil, Ned institutionalized, Nelson in love and some of the other best moments in the show's history.
No new games to talk about; it'll be about another month before the next ones I want are released, and in typical fashion they're all coming out at once, conclusively proving that Nintendo hates me and only likes me for my money. And that black eye I had last month? Nintendo wants you to believe that I "walked into a door."
I don't have anything else to write. Next time on Mind Rot: does John Hester truly, truly rock? Or is it all a sham?
posted by TM520 | 10:14 AM
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