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Remember that book "The Rules". Wasn't that a pile of crap? Try these on for size.
And not the fun kind of withdrawal you make at a bank. We're talking about the blood-chilling, 48 hours without heroin, baby crawling on the ceiling type of withdrawal (Go see Trainspotting).
It's been almost 4 months since "Black Friday", i.e. the day that poker died, hit the US. Since then I have barely played a lick of poker. Thus, I'm rusty.
We're trained from a young age to be able to solve puzzles, but who is supposed to teach us how to take them apart?
In the philosophical waxing that my friends have become accustomed to, it seems stupid that we are taught to take risks, and that it's ok to make mistakes, but we are never really taught to fix them.
So instead of a world filled with accurately solved puzzles, we live in a world literally littered with mistakes. Katrina, BP, Japan's nuclear predicament, the list goes on.
For fear of reprisal, I'll refrain from irreverence, knowing he cries of "too soon" are always cocked and loaded in the mouths of the sensitive (again, erase your dirty mind) I just hope everyone has been provoked to think and consider the impact a "jigsaw reversal" (not a wrestling move or "Saw" movie) could have on their life.
So, in 2 days I'll be a cripple. Ok, not quite. But after surgery (can't wait to
see how many people cuss me out for not mentioning this earlier...) I'll be
banned from physical activity for six weeks.
So to all of you bastards who enjoy poking fun at my physique, enjoy the flab.
And for those who encourage me, please contribute to my slim-fast fund.
There is a revelation here though beyond the usual, "why is my body betraying
me, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, WTF!" line of thought.
I never realized how serious/important fitness was/is to me. Now having it
ripped from me, honestly feels like a kick to the groin. Seriously, this is like
a top 5, maybe top 3 thing.
But alas life goes on. As a positive, I'm about to have an extra 8-10 hours a
week. Should I put it towards my poker game? Some game show pilots? Hamster
cloning?
If you've actually read this far, you definitely have a say, so throw in a
suggestion.
And the countdown begins. T-minus 48 hours until someone better get me a rascal
scooter!
In the 1% chance that we can raise some hell please don't jinx us by taunting those heathen buckeyes. Save calling them the red headed step children of the big ten until after the game. Just because they go to an inferior school is not a reason to belittle them prior to the fall. Their tears will only taste sweet after they drink the Gatorade.
Fear the lion. That is all.
And yes, this is me testing mobile blogging from my iPhone. Please, no comments as to the inferiority of it being a 3.0.