Tuesday, 10 November 2009
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The Ligament.
Winsor was reading a copy of Esquire magazine he found laying around when he came across an article titled "10 Things You Don't Know About Women". He elbowed me with a chuckle and motioned for me to read it, pointing specifically at number 9:
"You like to focus on your pecs at the gym, but its your inguinal ligament - that line that goes from your lower hip to your special place - that makes us ovulate on sight."
I burst out laughing. How true, how true!
The reason I found it so funny is because Winsor and I have been trying to go to the gym a lot more often recently, and for some reason he just loves to work on his chest. I've also known more than a handful of other guys who go to the gym regularly and most can barely contain their excitement on "chest day". It's also evident in the fact that guys always seem to ask each other, "So how much can you bench press?" and never "So how many hip ligament enhancing exercises can you do?"
Winsor tried to explain why chest exercises might be popular a couple of times but it came out sounding like a jarbled alien language. No matter how I see it, a guy walking around with a shelf under his chin doesn't seem hot in my opinion. I don't know any girls that find large chests attractive, do you? It just boggles my mind.
But I think most girls will agree with me when I say that ligament - that holy ligament - is definitely hot. Not only does it look totally sexy, I think it's hot mainly because that kind of definition seems virtually impossible to achieve for the average male. Chest and arms are easy, but in order to get that lower stomach definition, you're going to have to be pretty darn jacked. I actually dislike bulk and muscle, and that inguinal ligament looks especially awesome on a nice, lean build. Drooool.
How does a man even go about getting that ligament defined? I have no idea, because I only seem to see it on guys like Brad Pitt or Jacob-from-New-Moon (not to be mistaken for Jacob-from-Twilight). It's like this mysterious and legendary thing - something you only see in movies but you know is totally unrealistic in real life.
Hahaha, I just laughed out loud. Out of curiosity I googled "inguinal ligament workout" and saw this:
What part of the body turns you on the most?
Monday, 19 October 2009
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Glee Makes Me Giddy
If you haven't had the chance to catch an episode of Glee yet, go immediately to Hulu.com to catch up! Do it now!
I swore I'd never get into watching another TV show because I just really don't have the time to keep up with anything on TV, and I've strictly only watched shows on DVD. But because we recently got sucked into Hulu, we are obsessed with TV shows going on now, like Flash Forward, Vampire Diaries, and Glee.
Glee is one of the best shows I have watched in a long time. Now that being said, thinking back in retrospect, the show is actually not that great. The story line is a bit cheesy. There are no crazy cliff hangers. The acting skills of some of the kids make me cringe sometimes (Finn, the football player turned lead singer, is so awkward that he makes Chris Klein from American Pie seem as smooth as silk). But at the end of every episode I find myself in a really good mood, and I have to admit the show is pretty lovable.
My absolute favorite character in the show is Sue Sylvester, played by Jane Lynch of Role Models. The stuff that comes out of her mouth, along with her deadpan delivery, makes me howl. She's sooo funny! If anything, it's worth watching the show just to see what she's going to say next.

"I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me."
One of the best episodes was the "Vitamin D" episode, where the guys and girls competed performing their mash up of choice. Of course, I had to immediately download the songs on iTunes and play it over and over again until I got sick of it. I thought I'd post it here, because who doesn't love a good mash up?
And the song that got me all riled up:
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
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Someone Wants His Wife Back
I thought this was funny:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2106474/wantmywifeback
The guy is obviously just trying to be funny but apparently the link leads to fan fiction that is written by a man who misses his wife after she discovered the Twilight books. So in the hopes of winning back his wife, he has written Twilight fan fiction with sexual content. I just thought it was hilarious because he claims that there’s no longer food in the house and that he’s eaten the last of the toothpaste. Ask Winsor what he thinks of Twilight and he will cry out, “Edward sucks!”. And remember the email I got from Jess’s husband a while back demanding I explain what happened to his own wife?
I almost didn’t post about this because I didn’t want to admit that I got this link from a Twilight fan blog, because then I’d have to admit that I follow not one, but two Twilight fan blogs - and despite my tendency toward freakish obsessions I still thought it was a little too much to admit something like that, especially at the age of 31.
I remember the one and only time I read fan fiction. It was a couple of weeks before Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was about to be released. I even remember that I was working in midtown NYC at the time, so I know it was almost seven years ago. I somehow came across a link that claimed to lead to the “leaked” book online, available for download. Deep down I knew that it was fan fiction, but I was in Harry Potter mode and needed a fix… so I downloaded it anyway. Seven years later I still think that reading the fake “book” was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. To this day I have a skewed memory of the Harry Potter books, because not long after I read the fake version, the real version was released. I kept getting confused about what was going on. Did Ron really die? Did Harry and Hermoine really get married and have a kid together? Did the Order of the Phoenix really have to do with a Phoenix? Why did the Phoenix kill Professor Charles Xavier???? I am so confused!!
When the movie came out, I was even more confused, and wasn’t sure if they left stuff out of the actual book, or from the fan fiction. I guess could’ve read the books all over again, but would you have reread a book that thick?
After that I decided never to go anywhere near fan fiction again, so I have no idea if this Twilight guy is even any good. To be honest one of the reasons I like Twilight is because the love story is pretty innocent in a very cheesy and K-drama-ish way. For a man to write a very sexual story about a teenage girl still in highschool is a little disturbing to me in my opinion.
I can’t wait for New Moon. We already bought the tickets, and we’re counting down the days. I say “we” because I swear I’m not the only one who feels this way. I swear!
For the mommies. For about two seconds I wished I had a baby so that I can buy this, but then I realized that those things need to be fed, and that they cry a lot. The babies, not the onesie.
Friday, 02 October 2009
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I Hate You - I'm Gonna Eat Your Fish!
My first reaction when I saw this story about a woman who fried and ate her ex's goldfish out of anger was laughter. How crazy do you have to be to do something like this to get back at your Indian-giver ex husband? *Chuckle Chuckle*.
But then the horror sunk in. Seriously, how crazy do you have to be in order to kidnap something that you have fed daily and cared for, only to watch them flop around on a frying pan and die, and then actually consume it? Did she season them when they were still living? Did she dip them in egg and batter them? Squirt some lemon and toss some salt and pepper on them? I imagine that if she meant to eat them, she would want it to taste good enough, so she must have thought out some kind of recipe before taking them to the flames. And then she sat there and stuck a fork into them. And then put them in her mouth. And then swallowed.
I guess it kind of effected me because for the past several months I've been obsessed with fish of my own - Bettas. I own three Bettas myself, convinced my two best friends into becoming Bettas owners, and I constantly seem to be preaching to everyone that every home needs a Betta. Bettas are outgoing, beautiful, and easy to care for. They have so much personality and each one is different. It's kind of cute when you walk up to their bowl and they go crazy because they know its feeding time. They are totally aware of your presence as they follow your finger and you can even train them to jump out of the water to retrieve their food.
I no longer have a reason to buy a Betta (could you imagine what my apartment would look like if I didn't have the strength to control myself?), but it doesn't stop me from visiting every Petco or looking up every Aquarium in the city that might sell a pretty Half Moon, because you never know when you will find a perfect one. So imagine if Winsor got mad at me and decided to fry and eat my Bettas!
My Betta obesssion started with the fish I bought for my office about a year and a half ago. Way back then I blogged about buying him and was pretty excited about him. What I didn't write about was that he almost died - he didnt eat for two weeks and looked so miserable that I was close to putting him out of his misery. During those two weeks I researched everything I possibly could about Bettas and tried everything to save him. At the end of two weeks, he finally ate a pellet, then two, and eventually thrived to become our "office mascot". He's still alive and survived the move from my New Brunswick office to our new location in downtown NYC. He still doesn't have a name and we just refer to him as Office Fish, but I've grown super attached to him.
I always told myself that after the wedding when Winsor and I have a place of our own, I was going to buy another Betta for the apt. So right around April was about when my obsession became full blown.
This is Rodimus. Jess bought him for me after a previous, white crowntail died from dropsy shortly after I bought him.
This is Optimus. He just recently died and I'm a little traumatized by it because I felt like it was my fault. He was feeling sick so I placed him in a smaller "hospital" tank for a few days with medication. Just when he was getting better, I told myself that I would put him back in his normal bowl later on that day and left for the beach. When I got back I found that he had jumped out of his bowl and was dead on the kitchen counter, dried up like a potato chip. I cried out so loud that Winsor came running! The worst part? I flushed him in the toilet with my eyes closed and ran out of there. A couple of hours later I found out that I didn't press the toilet lever hard enough and he never flushed. TRAUMATIZING!I also recently acquired a red double tail named Godric (yes, after the vampire in True Blood). I figured it fit because he was red, and "Eric" or "Bill" was too boring. I originally bought him for my parents but after a couple of months my mom got tired of cleaning out the tank so I brought him home with me. I don't have a picture of him but he's super cute.Ok wow, this entry has gone wayyy off topic - I'm rambling now and totally confirming my obsession to everyone so I'm going to stop now.
If you actually got this far, please don't ever eat my fish.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
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Suicide Shot
Last night, I witnessed a person do what is called a "suicide shot".
Instead of taking a normal tequila shot with training wheels (salt and lemon), you are supposed to snort the salt, drink the tequila, and then squirt the lemon in your eye.
He has been talking about this legendary shot for as long as I can remember, and I never believed that it was a real shot, nor did I believe he actually did it for fun. But he did it, and he's still alive. They tried to get me to try one as well but of course I was sane enough to politely decline.
I can't decide which I think would hurt more - snorting salt, or squirting lemon in your eye. I mean, you're SNORTING SALT and squirting LEMON IN YOUR EYE. Who does that? Why would you do that?
The guys also did what they called a "hungry man", which is like an Irish Carbomb, only with a shot of Wild Turkey, placed in a glass of milk. MILK!
Would you do a Suicide shot or a Hungry Man shot?
Friday, 21 August 2009
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Me? A Teenybopper?
I've never really followed American Idol, but I've been forced to follow this past season, with winner Kris Allen.
Jess has been obsessed with this fellow ever since she first heard him sing, and all season long I've been kept up to date on his accomplishments.
Jess: Kris's performance wasn't as strong today. I'm very worried for him but hopefully he will choose a better song next week.
Me: who?
Just kidding. I admit that although I didn't watch the show, I had all of his songs and I even voted for him. Don't ever say I never did anything for you Jess.
I did however catch the season finale, because afterall I did vote for the guy and I was curious to see who would win. For Jess's sake, I hoped it was Kris. I have to admit, Kris is cute, but I immediately took a liking to the person they called Gokey. Slightly geeky cuteness? great singing voice? sold! I was a little sad that he got knocked out. On the other hand, I wanted to punch Adam Lambert in the face. I quickly grew tired of his Rockstar impersonation and I desperately wanted him to stop gyrating his hips. *shudder* what's the point of having a great singing voice if you're going to abuse it?
Anyway, Kris did win and dear Jess was estatic.
The reason I am telling this story is because for her birthday, Helen and I took her to see the American Idol in Long Island. The concert started at 7 PM. I've been to a lot of concerts so I know that the concert never starts at the time on the ticket. So we got there closer to 8 only to find out that the they literally started at 7:05! We missed half the show! After the concert we waited for two hours so that we could get autographs from some of the Idols. We had hoped that Kris would be there but unfortunately he and Adam were too good for us peons.
The good news is that we got to meet some of the other Idols, like the Indian guy and a blind guy (!?!) and best of all - GOKEY!
I was pretty excited to see him and was desperate for his autograph. He missed me and passed me at first and I actually squealed out "NOOOO please oh god noooo please please sign my shirt!! PLEASE!" and he heard my plea and actually TURNED AROUND to come back to me to sign my T-shirt. Yes, we got T-shirts.
It was pretty fun. Maybe I'll watch American Idol next year?











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