Fucked up/Awesome week

Yep, both fucked up AND awesome. In patches.

Awesome:
1. First real lecture. People tell me it was great. I mean, there were women wanting to have my babies after that lecture. It was good.
2. Spent a bunch of time with old friends. I really like them, and they tolerate me.
3. Ate at some pretty good restaurants. Good food makes me happy.

Fucked up:
1. Broke a multimillion dollar instrument at lab. They fixed it, sort of, but my privileges are THIS close to be taken away
2. Drinking about a liter of Sake and Shoju in one night does not a happy morning make.
3. I have the worst flu ever. It feels like my limbs are falling apart, my various organs want to wring themselves dry and some dude is hammering nails into the back of my eye. While also throwing me in a sauna with no escape hatch.

This would also explain why I haven't been writing. All this typing makes me want to chew my fingers off (except that would take my jaw muscles to move and they don't feel like it now).

I want my mum to make me food and pamper my ass. Except she'd say I need a wife, so maybe I'll just shut up and let this pass...

more substantative posts

I should write them. There's a bunch of stuff happening, but I've been busy and what-not. Glen Beck and the rest of the motley band at Fox deserve some of my attention.



Fast and Furious deserves some too. Most of all, my rejuvenated (a.k.a super-sensitized) duodenal tract deserves some space, what with this raw diet and all.

But I've been working (gasp!), and so that's my excuse. Big posts coming up this week, promise.

more water hazard at minigolf pics

Actually just one more. This in honor of the comment left by the clever and brave Anonymous on the previous post.

Pushupyogi's roommate whacks his blue ball out of the water with a mighty heave of his long club.

OK, it was a red ball. Whatever. Alternate captions welcome. Note it's a different hole, so my roommate sucks, clearly.

Sign of awesome putt-putt/minigolf

You know you're having a great time playing miniature golf when you can take photos like this. (This is my roommate taking a heroic heave at a ball that had gone a-swimming)



I mean, I've played at ratty courses (many a first-date-gone-bad story can be inserted here), but this place was something else. The surface was all torn up, there were beer/red bull cans strewn around, there were trash hazards. But of course, the coup-de-grace was the appearance of large bodies of water; huge ponds on the putt-putt course thanks to the rain last night. These things absolutely swallowed our brightly colored balls, and we were all soaked in the filthy water from trying to whack the damn balls out of them watery graves...

Sure, you could argue that we could have taken a shot penalty and played on solid (but soaking wet) ground, but no, we were being heroes today. Plus, what with balls, holes and sticks, we were being thirteen years old all over again...

Here's to more preservatives in food

You know, I still love my raw diet and all, and I'm still persevering, but that shit really makes your innards SUPER sensitive, man. I went to this bar yesterday, and had a bunch of spicy chili with the works, all loaded on top of fritos. Washed it down with a bunch of beer. Well, I couldn't have all of it, managed about half, and then a bunch of things happened:

I realized how awful all of it tasted. (Sure it felt good on the menu, and it made my mouth water and all that, but once it went into my mouth? Yurgh.)

And soon enough, I started feeling sick. I mean, I had to roll down the windows on the way back home. SICK.

My stomach felt all weird, and the weirdness headed South really slowly through the night, which was mostly sleepless and flatus-filled.

And then this morning my pee smelled of Fritos.

Man, I now know why they call them preservatives, and why they say they're good for you; it's not the food that they preserve, IT'S YOUR INTESTINES!!! What you all need is a fine lining of xanthan gum and Yellow-5 to keep all the REALLY crazy shit from fucking up your insides...

Desiree Rogers... phew!

Oh man, I DO love short hair on women. But Desiree, I mean, wow.

America loves the Obama Administration

Did you see the latest NYT/CBS Poll? It's extraordinarily detailed, and most of it shows one thing: Yeah, America Hearts Obama. Not all is peachy though, a lot of people are queasy about the way they're handling the banks.

It seems to me that overall, the ~1000 people they polled are people with common sense. They want fairness, they're still optimistic about their future, they want the government to control some of the excesses but not become too big... I mean, it's really telling how people think. Overall, what you see is that what people want is neither a pure liberal agenda, nor a conservative one. So all this b.s. that's happening in Washingtin, all this posturing and preening and yelling about this thing or that, the people don't really care. They just know they got screwed the last few years, and they trust that the man in charge is going to lead them out.

All he has to do is listen to them and stick to the common sense solutions, liberal/conservative idealogies can go screw themselves.

Oh, and one more thing: When Rush Limbaugh gets called a Nazi on his own radio show by a retired service officer who is republican, you have got to smile... (h/t Anon.)

Teh stoopid. From a jackass Canadian

Did you hear about this?

Apparently, the kid wanted to commit suicide. So what did he do? FLY A PLANE FROM CANADA INTO U.S. AIRSPACE, HOPING TO GET SHOT DOWN BY F-16 FIGHTERS.

WHAT. THE. AAAAAAAAAAFRRRHVGHJKSDFBHJAKBDHIABVHJBVASDAVUDKCVBAYHBSAASDAHFJAJLKJHGHGHGHGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

no, wait.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHRJKLGHURGKBYHEVRBHRKEBHYUIERKVBUIBRVSDHFUVLKBHDFJHJKLHGGHGGHGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

I mean, all he had to - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Jesus. Please.

I have to get offline and hit my head on my tiled bathroom wall. No seriously. I'm done.

Teh stoopid. From a scientific company

I was waiting at a metro station when I saw this ad from a scientific company that claimed great results, quick speed and awesome accuracy from one of their new products. OK, first of all, a smiley face from western blot bands on a clock face is incredibly gay, but notice something else?



Look where the "55" is. Nowhere close. I mean, WTF!?!?!? I mean, if you are a multibillion dollar scientific company, the LEAST you can do is get the damn face of a clock right. What are you, dumber than a first grader?

Man gets paid to bang neighbor's wife - the funniest TYT news clip I have heard in a LONG time.

So I'm sitting at home on a beautiful day trying to get some work done, and sure enough, I start browsing, and I come upon this gem from Cenk and Anna. For those of you who don't know who the young turks are, well, this is pretty much what they do all day. Funny, and usually spot on. But this one, oh geez, this one is incredibly funny...

That's what she said.

In other news, I am still persevering with the raw-food-for-breakfast-and-lunch diet. I made one huge mistake this morning. I wanted to supplant my papaya and banana breakfast with flaxseed meal. Instead of using a spoon, like ordinary civilized people would, I upturned the pack into my mouth. Flaxseed meal pours easily. I got a mouthful and had to choose between spitting and swallowing. I swallowed.

Yes, yes, I get the joke. Point is, my tummy is killing me now. I'm feeling sick.

Sign that your new mouse trap works

Pushupkitchen 7am/090331.

(My roommate discovered mouse poop on his uncovered mashed potato leftovers 7am/090330)