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Via kos, this story hits all my little buttons.

It’s the story of Johnathan Goodwin, a 37 year old cat from the Great State of Kansas, who is making biofuel cars that stomp the living daylights out of the dinosaur-powered stuff out there today.

He makes Hummers (and other monstrous vehicles) that get better gas fuel mileage than my hybrid does and put out about 600 horsepower. Here’s a money quote:

Think about it: a 5,000-pound vehicle that gets 60 miles to the gallon and does zero to 60 in five seconds!

That totally rocks. And I want one.

He made an Impala that runs on biofuel that kicked the mess out of a Lamborghini. Yes, you read that correctly. Lamborghini. Just watch it.

Okay, I want one of those, too.

Or rather, so you don’t get confused.

I don’t know if it is because I’m such a child of the Eighties, with entertainment personalities like Boy George and Elton John and such to desensitize me to homosexuality, but I look at that picture of RuPaul and think, “I’m not sure I like the flat hair look on him”.

In fact, I even remember seeing him once in a pair of overalls, dressed as a man and with stubble on his face and thinking that he just didn’t look right like that.

I don’t really have a point to this and none of what I said has any relation to the link, but if the “homosexual agenda” that we always hear about is to get accepted as is, it’s worked on me.

You know why the Fantasy genre of literature is so drama queen ghey?  It’s because they are always putting apostrophes in characters names.

Why?

Is it so much freakin’ better to name a character Ina’leri than Inaleri?  Nobody knows how to pronounce these stupid names anyways, why bother with the apostrophe?

I read an online comic called Looking For Group.  Good comic, love it, can’t wait for the next episode every time.  The hero’s name is Cale’anon.  How ghey is that?  Is it supposed to make him just that much more fantastic?  C’mon guys, throw me a bone, make names I can pronounce.

And speaking of comics, though not online, someone needs to stop the travesty that is Family Circus.  It’s just not funny.  It never has been.  Not even once.  And Cathy sucks, too.  Let me guess what the next strip will be about: she’s overweight, shops too much, or is stressed out. Ha(frickin)ha.

I’m glad I got that off my chest.

J’ames

I had, at one point, been able to say that I worked out all my adult life. About 7 years ago, that stopped being true. In the past 7 years I have worked out on and off, but there have been periods of years between gym time.

Recently, my buddy Todd (who works at the plant with me) got serious about losing weight. I told him that once he got under a certain weight I would join him. Sure enough, he made it and then some. So I’m working out after shift with him now.

When you have the exercise history that I do, it’s a very simple task to look in the mirror and think, “this is the fattest I’ve ever been”. As soon as I started working out, the old feelings (good ones) that I associated with being physically fit started coming back. That certain hardness in my muscles when I pick something up, the energy that comes with exercise, the way my clothes fit just a bit better. Until I felt that again, I didn’t realize how much I missed it.

I’m sticking with this.

The exercises that Todd has me doing are absolutely ridiculous things that superheroes would weasel out of. He got them out of Men’s Health (that is the actual workout we are doing) with some super skinny, super muscular guy doing them with ease. Heh. The thing about these exercises is that they look simple. Let me tell you now- they may be simple movements, but they are not easy. I have about 5 more weeks of them before we move on to another 6 week program. I’m bound and determined to master them before we move on.

To go along with the exercise, I have decided that some of this lard needs to go. I have adopted an 1800 calorie diet. That’s not much food for a grown man. Again though, once I started pushing away from the plate sooner and skipping some of the junk I had become accustomed to gnawing on, I immediately started feeling better. I don’t even know if I have lost any weight yet, maybe not. But I darn sure feel better. And that is at the heart of it all, isn’t it?