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.