Yeah. It raises several questions. Like "why no pants, colonel."

Such is life.

I'm really trying to make a go of it with my MMA blog. I figure that maybe if I can get some readers I can run an MMA site semi-professionally. I talk about it all the time anyway, might as well try to make something of it.

I've almost got that pullup bar ready. I just need to set the bar itself up, and hopefully it won't rip the bolts out of the ceiling. Still no whisper of a job. Still sleeping dumb hours and wasting my time in a lot of ways. At least I"m getting in some workouts.

So, in the interest of correcting my sleep cycle, I'm still awake, and hope to maintain that until I can crash out at a somewhat normal hour like 8pm or so.

For breakfast I"m eating re-heated gyros meat and I'm not being sarcastic when I say it tastes phenomenally good. I'm serious, call in agent mulder. It's an unexplained phenomenon. And have him bring that dish Agent Scully with him.

In other news, my MMA event has still not downloaded completely, which makes me wish I had functioning network television so I could have ordered it on pay-per-view. And anything that makes me wish I had television I will regard as an unquestionably bad thing.

So I've started reading a comic called "transmetropolitan". It's really good. It's produced by two guys who normally have to do superhero men-in-tights comic books, but have gotten famous enough to produce whatever they want. So their masturbatory 'art' piece is transmetropolitan. And it's good like masturbation.

This post brought to you by the Thom Yorke gnome preservation society of the greater midwest. Our motto is "Stop, don't shoot. I'm a gnome!"

Well, I've been out of it for a while. I'm really struggling with getting a decent sleep schedule going, and I've been having an ass-ton of computer problems. Sucks.

Things I hate unreasonably:

washing dishes

doing laundry

shaving

travelling

I see these things as pointless and time consuming, and I do my best to avoid them whenever possible. It's babyish, but true.

using the phone

I don't know. I just don't like to do it.

Things I like unreasonably:

Lifting weights

We've been over this. Something about trying as hard as you can at something, and seeing how much you have done, and knowing what you are capable of, I like. It's just very satisfying to me.

MMA

I can't exactly say why I'm drawn to it. The primordial conflict? The fact that it's as real as it gets(copyright) or just the huge varieties of factors and skills that play into the ultimate sport? I don't know. I just know that right now I'm worried about my man Quinton Jackson, because he should be able to beat his opponent up tonight, but Lindland is a tough dude and maybe something weird and bad will happen and Jackson will lose.

'games' in the strategic sense

I don't know. I just know that sometimes I've spent hours reading the rules for some game system and trying to figure out what the best strategy would be for me. Maybe it's a reaction to a world that's either illogical or too complex to be understood. Maybe I just like games and exercising my brain.

Ok, that was a stupid exercise. I've been reading some online personal ads, and I've noticed two things:

1 - All the people on craigslist are really frighteningly desperate , gross, or retarded.

2 – 99% of people list how they dislike “fake people” or “fake people need not apply”. Is there a mandroid force out there I'm not aware of? Do people realize they are horribly fake and need not apply to such ads? Or are people just really stupid. I'll take option 3 for a billion, Alex.

A brief post dedicated to the character of Segata Sanshiro. His name sounds exactly like "Sega Saturn, BUY IT". This man was created as an advertising gimmick for the Sega Saturn gaming console. He is a hermit who has devoted his life to playing videogames and training for the improvement of his gaming abilities. In his free time, he does things like beat children who are playing outside (instead of inside on videogames) young men in clubs (instead of at home playing videogames) and diving in front of missiles fire at Sega headquarters by Sony Corporation (in the final advertisement.)

Here is the translation of his theme song:

The solitary man who devoted his soul to the way of games
Today, he comes again
He will punish those who do not play seriously
Their battered bodies will never forget!

[chorus] Segata Sanshiro, Segata Sanshiro! Sega Saturn... shiro!

They play tennis, sing karaoke, flirt around in clubs...
Are there not more serious tasks to be done?
Those who do not play maturely
He questions them deep inside their hearts

Segata Sanshiro, Segata Sanshiro! Sega Saturn... shiro!

(voice of Segata)
Youngsters... is there something in your life you are completely devoted to? Something you sink into so deep you put your life on the line? You must play Sega Saturn! Play... until your fingers break! Until your fingers break!

Even if they chase after sex, that petty pleasure
Their soul will remain hollow
Those who do not immerse themselves to the extreme in gaming
Will find their bodies beaten harshly!

Segata Sanshiro, Segata Sanshiro! Sega Saturn... shiro!

The white clouds floating on the great blue sky
And the boiling red bloodshed in fierce gaming
Those who give up halfway through
Their battered bodies will never forget!

Segata Sanshiro, Segata Sanshiro! Sega Saturn... shiro!
Segata Sanshiro, Segata Sanshiro! Sega Saturn... shiro!

So I finally got out and bought those hex dumbbells, and paid more than I really wanted to for them, AND only got 35lb and 60lb sets, when I wanted 20, 35, and 50. Buying dumbbells makes me feel like a stereotype meathead or something. But hell, it's cheaper than joining a gym and gives me everything I really need. I guess the last mission now is the pull-up bard. And a job.

I'm too tired to use the dumbbells today because it was hard enough getting them
into the car and then into the apartment. I also had to move my new shelf. I thought I was just being clumsy when I had trouble moving the shelf box around and into the cart and out of the car and whatnot... but it turns out I bought some kind of costco-sold uber-shelf. The box weighs 130 fucking lbs. The thing has five shelves, and each shelf is rated to hold 1500lbs. That's its non-seismic rating at least. That's right, my shelf made sure to let me know I could only divide my ENTIRE CAR between two shelves barring earthquakes. Anyway, the thing is a total beast. A beastly shelf.

In other news, I managed to score #1 on my own "people to kill list" by using "hella" "oh snap" and "riding dirty" in the same sentence. E.G. "Oh snap, I caught you riding hella dirty." Pretty much zero seconds after that, I decided I had to die. But that would be emo. So Charles Bronson is gonna have to come and shoot me with a Wildey, so I can go out like a man.

Also, as you may have noticed, the Incredible Hulk has some of the most interesting covers in the world of comic books. The latest volume of the Hulk comics is actually really cool, they've gone kind of X-files and have all kinds of weird government conspiracies and stuff going on around the hulk. And you know that shit is hard to figure out when you're pretty much on a permanent roid rage spree.

In closing, a google image search for "hulk hands" is surprisingly rewarding.

Taking a Ride on the Pain Train. Choo-choo.

So that picture to the left reminds me of my workout today. For some reason though, I find it a very positive feeling to be totally spent from physical exertion. I have actually built up enough fitness now that I feel like I'm actually able to complete a decent workout, which is good, even if I would have easily shrugged off what I did today a few years ago. Can't help where I am, only where I'm going. Or some other inane statement.


I'm being so domestic. I've cooked my roomate dinner twice in a row now. Today I was just a total homebody aside from going out to run, I used the new intertron connection to download the latest Pride FC event, which was pretty darn good (including the Wanderlei Silva fight seen above) and I also downloaded the latest UFC event, which had a different Silva performing incredibly well. Anderson Silva was fighting Chris Leben, who is a very competent fighter, and held his hands up in a pretty good guard, but Silva's punches, kicks, and knees made it look like Leben was just standing there with his hands down. Nothing missed or was even partially blocked, and he dropped his opponent in around one minute flat. Technical genius on display here. You can't see it in that clip, but afterwards Silva gave Leben his water bottle, good sportsmanship too. Check out my MMA blog here, I'm working on a series about why it's the best sport in the world.

I need to figure out who's still in town and get out more... tomorrow I'm going to Maureen's birthday dealie, and Martini will be back on sunday, and maybe even available for hanging out. More job search tomorrow, and cooking something nice for Maureen hopefully.

And no, I didn't get that screenplay done. Maybe Tuesday, I doubt tomorrow.

So, finally have the intertron working at the apartment. Have almost everything else set up too, which is nice. I've just been real domestic lately, organizing the house and straightening things up and shopping. Lame really, but satisfying. Also been running pretty regularly and doing pushups. I haven't put in that pull-up bar yet, or gotten the hex dumbells.

I did however get a costco membership, and stock up on supplies. This apartment has a surprisingly huge pantry, and now it's full of 24 packs of spaghetti and stuff like that. Also, the costco (which is like 1.4 miles from my house, Jason eat your heart out) stocks my favorite beer of all time, Blue Moon. So that's good. Tonight Jesse and I had such a good time shopping for foods and stuff that we didn't get dinner, so I ended up making bacon burgers at like 11 and then watched Blade, which is a ridiculous movie.

So, good beer, good food, the internet, and the girl in the building next to us was making eyes at me today. Also a Pride FC event tonight, but I can't watch it until I download it later. Things would be great if only I had a job. Or that would make them worse. Whatever. Maybe I'll write a screenplay and put it up here tomorrow.