Showing posts with label oh noes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oh noes. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

I'm Not a Suicide Bomber, I Just Look Like One When I Exercise.


It looks suspicious, right? And plenty stupid. But check it- celebrities use them too! Matthew McConaughey wears one, and Valerie Bertinelli, my Jenny Craig friend uses one too.

In case I haven't said it enough on this blog, I hate to run with the fiery intensity of 10,000 suns. But once you've exercised for a while, it loses some effectiveness when your body gets used to it. This is not something, as a non-exerciser, that I have ever learned. So... what to do? Turns out the answer is to put the weight you've already lost back on, and exercise like it's 1999 pounds. It makes sense- the more weight you carry around, the harder your body works to maintain it.

So I found this military nightmare online... the whole time singing a happy "I'M BRILLIANT!" song to myself as I ordered a 20 pounder. They had a 10 pound version, but I'm not a sissy.


At least, I didn't think I was...until it came in the mail. Turns out that 20 pounds is kinda heavy... especially when you have to carry it up 3 flights of stairs. It's also really heavy when you're dancing to David Bowie around your house, as I learned that night (Single Girls Living Alone... unite!). This was not a surprise to Sissy, who responded to my shocked text: "Duh... it's a WEIGHTED VEST."

Well... this didn't deter me. The first day I wore it out to walk was this Saturday, which was about as hot as sitting on the sun. Let me tell you, people, 98 degree days and a weighted vest DO NOT MIX.

Remember how I threw up all over the Hott Yoga studio's bathroom (and then ran away like a sorority girl at her first mixer)? IT HAPPENED AGAIN!! This time I was on the street. Luckily I was under the underpass... a seemingly common occurence there, so mine will just blend in. I was always shocked at the people on The Biggest Loser that horked...how can they work them that hard? That's torture! Turns out it's pretty easy to puke while you're exercising when it's hot.

I have a whole new respect for the military and police officers... my major line of defense would just be to run after someone long enough to feel nauseous, and hope I was close enough to puke ON them.

I own the thing now (and cleaned it), so I'll be trying it again... I'll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

HA! That's What You Get for Wearing That Scary-Ass Mask.




Y'all know how I feel about masks. I could barely stand to post this. But then...

Monday, July 27, 2009

Is This His Newman's Own?


The sunscreen is real, and is evidently Will Ferrell's contribution to charity... proceeds go to Cancer for College.


Buy it here on Amazon.com

Saturday, June 27, 2009

RIP, Michael


Well do we all remember the heyday of MJ... and even though he certainly became the conductor of the crazy train in recent years, Michael Jackson had a profound effect on EVERYONE.

Fonzipan loves dancing, so I want to give him an apt tribute. While the real Thriller video is unable to be embedded... below is my favorite Thriller outside of the real one.
Goodbye Michael, here's hoping you find some peace.



Tuesday, June 16, 2009

You Look Stupid: Why You Never Ask for a Tattoo On Your Face.


This is 18 year old Belgian, Kimberley Vlaminck. Kimberley claims she asked for 3 stars on her face, by her eye... which is foolish enough ("Granny? What are those green droopy things on your face?"). This is what she got instead.
According to the Daily Mail, she's trying to sue the tattoo artist, stating that he didn't understand her in English or French:
'I think he didn’t understand what I wanted. He spoke only fractured English and French.
'But I explicitly said in my native tongue, French, and also in a little bit of English when he looked confused, that I wanted three little stars only near my left eye.'
This is key area number one. If someone who's about to needle ink permanently under your skin ever looks confused, stop. Stop right there and draw a picture.
Key area number two:
She claims she fell asleep while he was doing his work... and awoke to 'this nightmare'.
'It is terrible for me,' said Kimberley. 'I cannot go out on to the street, I am so embarrassed. I just look horrible.'
You're a shitty liar, Kimberley. Anyone in the world who's ever had a tattoo will tell you that you aren't asleep... ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GETTING A NEEDLE STUCK REPEATEDLY IN YOUR FACE. If you did fall asleep, you shouldn't have eaten that Space Cake.
The tattoo artist basically called her out on her shenanigans, saying she was awake for the whole thing and looked in the mirror several times. Sounds like SOMEONE got busted by her parents for being a moron.

Monday, June 8, 2009

RIP, Murray: 2006-2009


I'm not sure why Cube Neighbor is walking around showing your dead body to people, I think it's a little crass. However, I made her clean you out of my fishbowl, so I suppose I traded your dignity for a way around my ick factor.

You were a good work pet... never complained, managed to stay alive over long weekends, even survived the swirling drain-bowl cleaning incident. You were a fighter till the end.

Via con Dios, mi amigo.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

OH HELL TO THE NO.



V is back. This tv show scared the CRAP out of me when I was a little kid. Wanna know why I'm terrified of masks? THIS SHOW!! People ripping their faces off to show reptile heads underneath? Who WOULDN'T be traumatized by this?

Now I'm obligated to watch, Alan Tudyk and Morena Baccarin from Firefly are in it, as well as Elizabeth Mitchell from Lost. AND IT LOOKS LIKE ALAN TUDYK'S FACE GETS RIPPED OFF. When this airs, and you can't find me for a few days, look in the back of one of my closets. I'll be there, huddled in fear. And probably smelly. And definitely demanding that you show me you can't rip your face off.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A Thursday Bereft of Dancing?!


Crazy, I know. I'm disappointed too... but I am having YouTube technical difficulties. I feel lost and alone.


Never fear, I shall post as soon as I can figure out what the deal is! In the meantime, please accept this picture of people having a Shrek wedding.