Udate Journal
Live events of the past couple of weeks include:
- Happy birthday 5/14 to Lindy, who turns 23. That makes her only three years younger than me now, and only six years too old for me to try to pick up online. Her custom made mask from Japan is on its way, and I hope it fits.
- Lindy has officially started training to wrestle now, which is unbelievably brave and awesome. It's been a stressful week being her Burgess Meredith, coaching her through the butt-knob bruises and scraped elbows, but it's going to be worth it. When she's curtain-jerking CAPW shows in about six months on the same shows as American Dragon, Samoa Joe, and Christopher Daniels (and Abdullah the Butcher) I'm going to be the happiest, most vicariously fulfilled boy in the world.
- I'm now a published author in a completely new venue: I've started writing newspaper columns! I've had three run so far, the first about Spider-Man villain The Hypno-Hustler, the second about Blossom, and the third about H.E.R.B.I.E. from the Fantastic Four cartoon. It's strange to write for an audience of old ladies and people who would buy Michael Bublé CDs, but it's also a good challenge and a great exercise in restraint. I can't just go WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH HERBIE I MEAN SERIOUSLY, I have to be more graceful. I got my first check for my services in the mail this week, so I'm living large.
- The tenative date for my move to Cleveland is the first week of June. That'll give me enough time to get settled and employed and fed before the Progressive Boink Psycho Beach Party at the end of the month. It is the world's biggest bummer that Emily and Jon can't go, but I get to hang out with FOLBY and Nick and Fireball again, and meet Justin, Bismark, and Karen for the first time. Lots of letter e in a row with an exclamation point.
- BIG BOY PANTS: I am now the proud owner in toe-tal of a 1991 Dodge Spirit!
I will hopefully avoid driving it into a ravine or bottomless pit of some sort before June. It's the first car I've ever had with my name signed on the deed, so I'm dotting it with touch-up paint and praying to Our Lord Jesus Christ that I keep my hands on ten and two and do not die.
I have already named the car KENNY~!
- BLACK FITNESS UPDATE: When I started going to the gym I was 265 pounds, about 30% of that muscle. I got stuck on 257 for a while as I lost fat and gained muscle, but now I'm down to a solid 244 and I'm feeling great. I've got an obviously visable two-ish pack (meaning I've got the ab muscles on top, and I'm working on the ones on the bottom) and my strength and stamina have gone through the roof. I've been biking about 5 miles every trip, playing basketball (which I am terrible at), lifting weights (30 reps of 250 for triceps and a regular 290 bench, woohoo), and swimming like an awkward fish. I don't look very sexy swimming, but I can get from one side of the pool to the other so I just put my mind to it/go for it/break a sweat.
Rock and roll: You ain't seen nothin' yet!
/goes to update Myspace with slightly skinnier pictures
- Happy birthday 5/14 to Lindy, who turns 23. That makes her only three years younger than me now, and only six years too old for me to try to pick up online. Her custom made mask from Japan is on its way, and I hope it fits.
- Lindy has officially started training to wrestle now, which is unbelievably brave and awesome. It's been a stressful week being her Burgess Meredith, coaching her through the butt-knob bruises and scraped elbows, but it's going to be worth it. When she's curtain-jerking CAPW shows in about six months on the same shows as American Dragon, Samoa Joe, and Christopher Daniels (and Abdullah the Butcher) I'm going to be the happiest, most vicariously fulfilled boy in the world.
- I'm now a published author in a completely new venue: I've started writing newspaper columns! I've had three run so far, the first about Spider-Man villain The Hypno-Hustler, the second about Blossom, and the third about H.E.R.B.I.E. from the Fantastic Four cartoon. It's strange to write for an audience of old ladies and people who would buy Michael Bublé CDs, but it's also a good challenge and a great exercise in restraint. I can't just go WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH HERBIE I MEAN SERIOUSLY, I have to be more graceful. I got my first check for my services in the mail this week, so I'm living large.
- The tenative date for my move to Cleveland is the first week of June. That'll give me enough time to get settled and employed and fed before the Progressive Boink Psycho Beach Party at the end of the month. It is the world's biggest bummer that Emily and Jon can't go, but I get to hang out with FOLBY and Nick and Fireball again, and meet Justin, Bismark, and Karen for the first time. Lots of letter e in a row with an exclamation point.
- BIG BOY PANTS: I am now the proud owner in toe-tal of a 1991 Dodge Spirit!
I will hopefully avoid driving it into a ravine or bottomless pit of some sort before June. It's the first car I've ever had with my name signed on the deed, so I'm dotting it with touch-up paint and praying to Our Lord Jesus Christ that I keep my hands on ten and two and do not die.
I have already named the car KENNY~!
- BLACK FITNESS UPDATE: When I started going to the gym I was 265 pounds, about 30% of that muscle. I got stuck on 257 for a while as I lost fat and gained muscle, but now I'm down to a solid 244 and I'm feeling great. I've got an obviously visable two-ish pack (meaning I've got the ab muscles on top, and I'm working on the ones on the bottom) and my strength and stamina have gone through the roof. I've been biking about 5 miles every trip, playing basketball (which I am terrible at), lifting weights (30 reps of 250 for triceps and a regular 290 bench, woohoo), and swimming like an awkward fish. I don't look very sexy swimming, but I can get from one side of the pool to the other so I just put my mind to it/go for it/break a sweat.
Rock and roll: You ain't seen nothin' yet!
/goes to update Myspace with slightly skinnier pictures