Wednesday, October 05, 2005
I will take Sandy. She is the Sweatiest.
As some of you may have noticed, a favorite pastime of those who participate in the comments section (aside from constantly posing as other people) is to misspell my name, sometimes to a drastic extent. Recently, I received this comment:
Fwyan (if that's your real name),
Perhaps you could poll your readers to determine the most popular spelling of your supposed name.
-Irfan
Irfan,
This sounds like a surprisingly reasonable idea, plus it doesn't involve pictures, so it will not test my sub-par HTML skills or, for that matter, my bow staff skills.
Truly,
Brian
I feel like the job hunt is headed in the right direction. I'm currently interviewing with 3 companies that I'm potentially interested in working for, though I don't have the next interview dates lined up. Hmmm. That makes it sound like I was lying to you, but I'm not. Seriously.
I went to the gym tonight, where I ran into Jenn Hufton and my sister's friend, Bec. I had just finished up a workout on the ellipse machine and they had completed another session of BOSU Bootcamp. In case you were wondering, this is a BOSU and this is bootcamp. Though the title would claim that it's a combination of the two, I didn't see Jenn or Bec wearing any camouflage. After the girls left, I hopped on the excercise bike for a 10 minute cool-down. Sitting on the bikes behind me were two Italian guys who looked to be in their early sixties. I was watching the TV in front of me, but I was having more fun listening to their conversation. They both had accents, and one guy was complaining to the other guy about how many pills he had to take and how it was "impossible" to remember to take them all. Then, after a lull in the conversation, I heard this:
Old Italian Guy #1: Eh! Will you look at this guy right here?! He's sweatin' his balls off!
Old Italian Guy #2: Jeez, he must be about to die!
Old Italian Guy #1: Look at the back of his shirt! It's completely covered in sweat!
At this point, I realized they were definitely talking about me, as there weren't any other people in my row of bikes or the one in front of me, and yes, I was sweating a lot. I was thinking of telling them that A) My hearing is pretty good, particularly when someone is 3 feet behind me and B) I'm wearing a sweatshirt, in this case intended to induce sweat and C) Sweating while at the gym is not that uncommon. But really, I just thought it was funny and decided not to say anything.
The new poll is up...Listen to P. Diddy.
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Fwyan (if that's your real name),
Perhaps you could poll your readers to determine the most popular spelling of your supposed name.
-Irfan
Irfan,
This sounds like a surprisingly reasonable idea, plus it doesn't involve pictures, so it will not test my sub-par HTML skills or, for that matter, my bow staff skills.
Truly,
Brian
I feel like the job hunt is headed in the right direction. I'm currently interviewing with 3 companies that I'm potentially interested in working for, though I don't have the next interview dates lined up. Hmmm. That makes it sound like I was lying to you, but I'm not. Seriously.
I went to the gym tonight, where I ran into Jenn Hufton and my sister's friend, Bec. I had just finished up a workout on the ellipse machine and they had completed another session of BOSU Bootcamp. In case you were wondering, this is a BOSU and this is bootcamp. Though the title would claim that it's a combination of the two, I didn't see Jenn or Bec wearing any camouflage. After the girls left, I hopped on the excercise bike for a 10 minute cool-down. Sitting on the bikes behind me were two Italian guys who looked to be in their early sixties. I was watching the TV in front of me, but I was having more fun listening to their conversation. They both had accents, and one guy was complaining to the other guy about how many pills he had to take and how it was "impossible" to remember to take them all. Then, after a lull in the conversation, I heard this:
Old Italian Guy #1: Eh! Will you look at this guy right here?! He's sweatin' his balls off!
Old Italian Guy #2: Jeez, he must be about to die!
Old Italian Guy #1: Look at the back of his shirt! It's completely covered in sweat!
At this point, I realized they were definitely talking about me, as there weren't any other people in my row of bikes or the one in front of me, and yes, I was sweating a lot. I was thinking of telling them that A) My hearing is pretty good, particularly when someone is 3 feet behind me and B) I'm wearing a sweatshirt, in this case intended to induce sweat and C) Sweating while at the gym is not that uncommon. But really, I just thought it was funny and decided not to say anything.
The new poll is up...Listen to P. Diddy.
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