Horror Movie Diet

I already established that horror movies are an excellent form of birth control

BUT they’re an even more effective dieting tool!

Ever try eating a mayonnaise slathered sandwich while watching “The Fly” ?

It’s IMPOSSIBLE!

If you can keep anything down while watching a slimy, mutant fly-man cough up what looks like a rotten vanilla shake then you DESERVE to eat.

The horror movie diet was MADE for me: I can’t even eat yogurt while watching E.T.

I mean, I have nothing against the little guy racking up the long distance charges on the telephone, but he is still pretty gross looking.

Inspiration for the ‘Horror Movie Diet’ came from a whole, crispy chicken that seemed more ominous that delicious while sitting on the dining room table. The zombie movie playing in the background ruined the meal for me.

I could just imagine this headless chicken turning zombie and then ramming itself into my face in a feeble attempt to get at my brains.

Thankfully a headless chicken with cannibalized drumsticks makes for a pretty pathetic zombie.

So, if you’re like me and have trouble saying no to a cheese pizza, burger, or whatever…then just throw on a graphic horror movie…Preferably in HD.

Mastering the Stairs

9 out of 10 Americans are allergic to falling down the stairs.

I’m now part of the majority.

An incident with some particularly rude cement steps resulted in a swollen butt cheek and scraped arms.

Thanks to the very informative wiki-answers on “how to NOT fall down stairs,” I now realize that “taking more than one step at a time drastically increases your risk of falling.”

Thanks wiki-answers!

The scabs eventually fell off, and the scrapes healed over…but I’m still waiting for the swelling in my butt to go down.

Maybe they have a wiki-answers article about help with that…

What the…a “STAIRmaster??!!!”

Oh, cruel irony.

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Is That a Stake in Your Pocket?

I know not to judge a book by it’s cover.

Ironically, I’ll still judge people by the cover of the books that they’re reading.

I know you do too!

The unfortunate truth is that I’ve gotten suckered into enjoying the paranormal crap flooding the market, as well. Damn you peer pressure! (The same thing happened with capris.)

I used to hate romance novels. I wasn’t alone. Everyone I KNEW refused to even be seen in the romance section of the book store. Things have changed, though…

Apparently the secret is a werewolf or vampire themed story. Slap a few horny werewolves on the cover and everyone wants to read about the hairy couple playing fetch with the alpha male’s balls.

But I can still rip off the covers if I want to!

 

Pizza Deal

Pizza is an overpriced drug.

You devour the greasy pile of bread, cheese and pepperoni and are left deliriously happy or

…and this is more likely…

in an utter daze-completely useless to society while suffering from the dreaded food coma. 

In fact, the creator of the first Office Pizza Party was a mild-mannered terrorist trying to destroy a company from the inside out. It would have almost worked if the employees hadn’t already built up a tolerance to the high-calorie treats associated with a government job.

You know exactly what’ll happen after you digest the greasy mess, but just a glimpse of a pizza on tv is enough to get you going.

It takes a lot of research before finding a pizza that’s right for you. After all, not everyone has the same reaction to specific pizza styles.

First, you have to find the best dealer in your area. I found mine via yelp.

After ordering your preferred toppings, a quick transaction is made between you and the pimply delivery boy and you’re free to do with the pizza as you wish. I usually eat mine, but I’m told that there are other options.

Even though pizza is currently the most popular take-home food item in the nation, it came from humble beginnings in Europe: It may have even started as the throw-away dough used to test ovens back in the day.

One of the earliest versions of a pizza involved baking a simple, flat bread underneath some stones in a fire and then using the finished product as a yeasty plate for the more flavorful foods. Eaten mainly by peasants, early pizzas (baked flatbread with cheap toppings) were banned from royal courts because of their association with the poor.

Now pizza is banned from homes run by housewives who believe that carbs will send you to the third circle of hell.

I have nothing against pizza.

I love it! Poor man’s food is the BEST! Just look at IHOP! Or taco trucks! Or burgers!

Pizza has been a part of some of the best days of my life (except the one that involved me alone at home with a large pepperoni pizza and the movie ‘Bedazzled’).

Pizza is fine in moderation. You know you’re in really bad shape though, when you’ve got pizza hut on speed dial and massive forts made of pizza boxes.

 Just don’t operate any heavy machinery after sucking down a slice.

OMGwtfBBQlolz! Interview!

What the…

Someone decided to interview me! *dimples*

Check out the post at Say Anything to see me making an ass of myself and being quoted for everyone’s entertainment.

I hope it provides you with some lolz. I got asked to partake in the “Say Anything…” goodness a while back and had forgotten if I may have said too much. I have the habit of trusting everyone with everything. But it finally posted and I’m not embarassed at all!

Hurray team seafoodpunch!

Thank You, DEE (aka red headed stepchild), for only making me sound as crazy as I really am!

“I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the street and not be questioned about their motives”  (too bad I can’t take credit for the best quote in the whole article)

Excuse You, Volcano!

Want a volcano article?

been there done that.

Maggot Picassos

I have nothing against art (except my own).

But when people line up in droves, fighting you for a peek at “maggot art”, you know that society has taken a turn for the worst.

It doesn’t take a special maggot to create a masterpiece, just one with enough energy to make it across a canvas.

I never thought that maggots would be taking jobs away from the rest of us. They’ve already proven to be better doctors at dealing with hard-to-heal wounds:  When the general surgeon is stumped by a festering sore that  has no chance of improving, maggots get thrown into the mix to save the day. They make sure to meticulously remove all dead cells while keeping healthy tissue intact. Maggots are capable of so much…and they don’t even have opposable thumbs…or even hands for that matter.

These chubby little worms promote healing, disinfect wounds and are willing to give doctors all the credit.

Who knew that a maggot was such a mensch?

The hospital is a fairly stressful environment though, even for the most experienced maggot, so it’s no surprise that many of these little grubs have turned to the arts.

Obviously their paintings don’t sell for much: First of all, maggots with a talent for wiggling around in paint are not that hard to come by. And second of all, maggots will do the job for a small piece of old bologna.

So in the end, all you’re paying for is the paint and the paper…and maybe some rotten meat.

I’m just worried about those bastard maggots undercutting my prices…

I need at least a whole pizza to do my job right.

Absinthe Minded

Aaaaand we’re back!

You’d think I’d be older and wiser now (that’s what happens on your birthday right?), but I made sure to start the weekend off at a vodka factory ensuring that my mental age wouldn’t advance too much (thanks to some toxic fumes and vodka tasting).

You’re only as young as you think you are…

Wait. Is that right?

Anyway, I’ve successfully killed off enough brain cells to feel young again! Hurray!

Unfortunately, while at the vodka factory I found out that I can’t stand the taste of hard liquor.

So while everyone else enjoyed the sensation of gasoline being poured down their throats, I kept swallowing samples only because doing so would get me closer to the end of the tasting session.

Breath in.

Swallow.

Exhale.

Ugh, when would it end?

Who told the guy it was my birthday?! Oh…I get to sample 2 extra kinds of vodkas now? Oh Joy!

*sob*

When something tastes so bad that you’re told to chug the whole thing while flinging your head back so it doesn’t touch your tongue…then why even waste the calories?!

Same goes for raw oyster! You might as well just cut out the middle man and throw the things straight into the toilette.

The whole experience was topped off with a game involving absinthe: It basically involved me drinking the liquorice flavored concotion and then getting kicked in the stomach by the green fairy.

Ironically, the absinthe tasted pretty good compared to everything else. I could get used to this. Plus, you sip the stuff. So obviosly you’re supposed to enjoy the sublte flavors.

There is nothing wrong with absinthe either: Its reputation to cause hallucinations, sudden hearing loss (via the loss of your ear), and spontaneous killing sprees have been greatly exaggerated. In fact, the green delight was probably the least potent concoction I had that day.

I did learn that it’s probably best not to start the day off with a trip to the local distillery. Nobody complained about the drinking, but after everyone partook in an alcohol induced binge eating session, the most exciting thing we did was fight over the best spots for a nap.

Yes…sleeping at a party is a true testament to getting older.

But at least the green fairies will help me forget exactly HOW old I’m getting.