silly clown fish

Since i'm probably the only one who'll be reading this, i guess it doesn't matter if i ramble incessantly about anything. isn't that what a blog is about? rambling... i just don't have to worry about anyone knowing i'm an idiot unlike all those blogs that actually get read. with that being said, i think i'm going to make a point of adding reviews to the blog here as i'm a huge movie fan. horror movies especially, but also all other kinds. i'm not really big on chick flicks, but i like most else. this leads me to the hour's worth of Finding Nemo i watched today during lunch. Cartoon movies/animated movies have to be really good for me to enjoy them, but this one definitely ranks up there as one of the best. Pixar really knows how to make an audience laugh. They really know how to carry a plot via two silly little fish. what really grabbed me about this movie was Ellen DeGeneres' character, the blue fish. I was laughing out loud at this film. I really enjoyed Monsters Inc, but Finding Nemo blows that away. By leaps and bounds. Thank god for well constructed, childish comedies.

greenery

About 9 months ago, my mom gave me 5 or 6 large plants that she and my dad had pretty much given up on that were sitting in their laundry room. Yeah, the room gets a lot of light, but you can imagine that even with good light, anything left in the laundry room probably wasn't considered that important. So, with some hesitation, i took the plants and put them in my kitchen. My kitchen has a huge window seat that currently houses a 40 gallon turtle tank where DeDe, DoDo, Tank and Spaz live. They are Red Ear Sliders. Even with the tank, there's still plenty of room for the plants that were passed on in a state that appeared close to death. I nursed them back to health over the last bunch of months and now they are blooming and budding like i've never seen before. I started to get this itch after seeing the buds and the general state of well being that I'd brought these plants back to. So, i went on my first field trip to Lowes Home Improvement to purchase more plants. There's a good feeling you get from standing in a room full of green and hapiness, so i thought i'd test out my abilities further. Two hours later and $90 shorter, i now have a kitchen that resembles a Brazilian rain forest. I have plants in there i've never seen before. i have cactii, i have tall plants, short plants, flowering plants, one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish... My old roommate had left a few habanero plants when he moved out, so those were replanted and i picked up two jalepeno plants and a banana pepper plant. I'm growing my own vegetables!!!!! I hate vegetables!!!! Anyway, my roommate must think i'm nuts, but the turtles all have smiles on their faces and the fact that both of my thumbs are now a sea-foam green pleases me to no end.

skinny does not equal happy

i'm not really sure why i do this to myself. recently, i started working out again. and when i say working out, i mean getting up off the couch at least TWICE a day. Actually, i've started walking every morning, 3 miles. Now i've only been doing this for a few days, so i don't know if that even qualifies this whole exercize as exercize, but if it means actually leaving my desk, i consider it working out. now i'm only 34, so working out shouldn't be a problem, but it is. and why is that? have i lost all ability to do something in my life other than sit on my ass and be numbed by reality tv and pornography on the internet? well, no, but why can't it be an enjoyable road. what idiot phrased "...but it's a good kind of pain"? doesn't the definition of pain contradict the concept of 'good'? even the word sounds like it hurts. i blame my need to abuse myself like this on my parents. when i was 5, they started me playing soccer and i played for the following 22 years. i took a lot of abuse. broke a lot of bones. ran a lot of miles. being athletic was a great thing and even though i shouldn't, i still partially live in that joy and feel i should continue. and yet, i don't know why. i know i constantly struggle with the need to be in shape or stay thin. i eat moderately healthy and i only weigh about 172 lbs, which for a guy of 5'9" isn't bad, but it's not the 3.2% body fat i was back in high school or even 10 years ago. and again, i ask, why do i do this to myself? it's probably aliens, but i think i just thrive on the abuse i put myself thru. i also blame this on a friend that got me back into it. she's been running for the last 6 months and looks awesome. i no longer blame my parents, i blame her. tomorrow, it'll be someone else's fault, but today it's her. so until i find a reason to not get up off the couch, i'll continue to get up at 5:45 in the am and subject myself to this abuse.

i'll just finish off this package of zingers and head for the treadmill.

Yes, I am offensive, but my name isn't

As a buddy of mine recently defined in his first post of his blog, what a blog was (as if this wasn't completely obvious), I too feel the need to define something.

LBG=lilblackgirl

Yes, I can be offensive, but my name isn't.
Ironically, this name doesn't seem to initiate the typical (or what i thought would be typical), racial responses. Understandably, it receives responses more sexual in nature. The world may be advancing in leaps and bounds, but it still lives in the gutter. lilblackgirl is a very old nickname given to my by some soccer buddies about 12 years ago. Whether it's initial meaning was racial, I don't know. Knowing them, it wasn't, but we were in our young twenties back then and i can't speak on the mindset of a bunch of hormone driven, alcohol drinking, soccer playing idiots that we were back then. I just know that it stuck with me. Inevitably, the next question always asked is: Are you really a little black girl. Well no. Not even close. I'm a 35 year old white male whose only color is pale. I spend the majority of my waking hours indoors and in front of a computer. I may be dying of radiation exposure, but not of skin cancer. I like the sun, but it doesn't like me. I tend to burn aggressively and peel in the exact same manor. So no, i'm not a little black girl.

Am i offensive? I can be. Not intentionally (at least most of the time), but i do speak my mind and that does piss off plenty of people. When i was younger, the created anger was based on the content of my comments. They were intended to produce tension and anexity for those i spoke of out of pure juvenille deliquency. Now, it's because i've purely stated my opinion or i just say 'fuck' a lot. I'm moderately intelligent, so i know what it takes to push people's buttons, but what makes my intelligence moderate and not just the lack thereof, is i just don't push those buttons. All that being said, LBG is who he is and then not at all so.