One of the ways my wife and I deal with each other — other than the middle finger raised vertically — a particular favorite of ours — is when one says something the other finds amusing, dumb, banal..whatever, is…
"No, YOU’RE Bullshit!"
…And so on. Well, today I’m bullshit because I not only screwed up my video interview last night, I wasted about an hour of another person’s time. What happened is that in the run-up banter of sound check, light check, frame check and so on, then getting started with the interview, we needed to stop recording for one last technical issue. Well, I thought I hit the stop, but I didn’t. So, a minute later when I went to start, I actually stopped. To make it even more tragically laughable, I lost video about mid-way through, stopped the recording (started the recording), then started the recording (stopped the recording) when we got video back. Finally, at the end of the interview I once again stopped the recording (started the recording).
So I’m left with three clips of not very interesting banter between myself and the guest, and none of the 40 minutes or so of the interview. Merde.
So, go ahead, say it. In the meantime, while I attempt to grovel and reschedule, let’s hit up some links.
~ Kathy Freston: Fucking regurgitative Moron. Need I say more? Ok, one tidbit. Any competitive body builder will laugh out loud. Oh, year, it’s an interview with that fat-faced Dean Ornish.
His current research is showing that those very changes also affect gene expression — that you can turn on or turn off genes that affect cancer, heart disease and longevity.
Wanna see Ornish’s "gene expression" in living color? At 56 (almost 57) years old and that photo was from 2007 it means he was only 53. What a joke! And get a load of this. Tha fact-faced fuck uses a 20-yr old photo for his Facebook fan page. So he’s a fat-faced fraud as well.
~ While I laugh out loud (yes, me too) at imbeciles (all of them) who ignorantly and arrogantly talk of saving the planet, this is nonetheless worthwhile and only simply because it’s the natural order.
~ What did your great great great great great…grandmother actually look like?
~ A kid with fatty liver is a crime. Walk down the isles of your local grocer, flip on the TV, hit up a dietitian on the web or visit various alphabet websites to pin culpability. Responsibility goes to parents, culpability goes all the way up to "Our Savior & Messiah" and all his appointed minion-shits, the Nomenclatura.
Conclusions: Children with fatty liver detected sonographically have metabolic features of non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. Their diets are high in fructose and low in polyunsaturated fatty acid. Their activity patterns are sedentary. These lifestyle features may contribute to liver damage and can be a focus for therapeutic intervention.
I’ll stop there because, frankly, I’m too pissed about the interview right now to carry on. Have you caught my vibe?
But let’s finish on a positive, all-smiles note. My gym work is blowing my mind. I did report last week. Here’s what happened this week.
- Deadlift: 205 x 8 to 225 x 8
- Overhead press (my fav): 125 x 7 to 125 x 8
- Bench: I still suck. I experimented with a hand position change (inward) and lost 2 reps at the same weight from two or three weeks ago
- Incline bench: Similar suck, but less
- Squats: 200 x 8 to 215 x 6
- Leg extensions: 140 x 8 to 150 x 9 (I’m going to stack that machine at 200 soon; I was only at 110 a month ago)
I’ll do my damnedest to hit you guise up with the bullshit horn sometime this weekend. I do have plenty of material. That’s so easy.