Gym thoughts, part one
I think hip abductor machines only exist to trick people into making sexual-looking motions.
I hate when friends and co-workers ask why I’m not dating anyone. I’m not dating anyone because I don’t want to date anyone, so stop asking.
They always try and pester me into asking someone on a date when I have absolutely nothing in common with that person. What’s the point? Plus I just don’t have any time. I never get home from work and working out until about 8 or 9 p.m. each day.
If I found someone I wanted to date, I’d date her. Geez, just stop it. Saying I think a girl is cute doesn’t mean I’m interested in her.
The new Star Trek movie isn’t a terrible film. Star Trek Into Darkness has some bravura action scenes, and some brilliant comic bits. But it’s also aggressively, tragically stupid. It’s not even a great popcorn film, because it fails to deliver on its own promises. And it’s not half as good as J.J. Abrams’ first Star Trek.
Sorry, but Star Trek fans getting butthurt over having a good movie that isn’t exactly what they wanted amuses me greatly.
I’ve always seen “TiMER” in the Watch Instantly section of Netflix, but it always seemed silly to me.
Well, I just started watching and it’s actually a fascinating premise — you can get an implant that will tell you when you’ll meet your “soul mate.” Again, it sounds kind of weird, but it’s handled so well. Here’s hoping the rest of the movie is as interesting as the first 20 minutes…
I have a co-worker whose brother is the football coach and athletic director at an area high school. They’re in the same classification as the high school I attended, so they routinely see my alma matter in the playoffs.
In November they met in the football playoffs, and my high school crushed her brother’s team. I gave her the weekend to sulk, then when we had work on Monday I wore my track shirt from high school and a giant foam finger I had with the school’s logo on it (before you ask: I don’t know how or why I have one).
Well the baseball playoffs have been going on, and they met again there. Her brother’s school ended up winning the series and she started sending a ton of texts, tweets, Facebook posts and all that trying to rub it in.
She posted one picture on my Facebook of a kid from my alma matter looking really disappointed and said, “Oh no, he looks sad :(“
Naturally, I responded with, “I agree, he does. Probably the same look your brother had in November.”
Because I’m an asshole and I know it will piss her off. She didn’t post or send any more messages after that.
(For reference, I’m seven years out of high school and she’s a little more.)
(1) who gives a shit? Is that really something people are dying to see?
(2) why does anyone want to help Gawker make money? Even if you’re DYING to see the mayor smoking crack with your very own eyes someone will buy it so who cares if it’s Gawker? Except Gawker.
I don’t understand.
The whole thing is stupid. You’re paying money to help them make money (page views). If it was important to them, they’d spend their own money. Do people who donate get a cut of the proceeds? Do they get a DVD copy or something?