Tuesday, December 06, 2005

'Midnight Cowboy' Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

The cold and flu season is up and running at my house. Germs used my niece and nephew like cute little Trojan horses to infiltrate my abode. Chloe, my niece, her nose has been running like nerds after William Shatner’s autograph. And when I saw Preston this afternoon, he looked as if he didn’t feel good.

It’s in my house and it’s only a matter of time before I’M feeling poorly. Jeesh!

I moved in another stereo system into the Lab (workout building behind my house) this afternoon. It’s a more updated model that’s capable of playing CD’s, CD-R’s, and CD-RW’s. It also has a remote so when I’m on my stationary bike, I can turn it up whenever I need to.

When I lifted the Sony “boom box” out of its place to move in the replacement, I noticed sounds coming from inside. I shook it and it sounded like spare change rattling around in there. I took off the battery hatch, door, or whatever those things are called and went to shaking out the contents. A dime fell out, but more was in there and I’m committed to find out even if I have to smash the thing open.

She has served me well for at least 15 years and I’m pretty sure that she could have went longer if there were no nieces and nephews around. Because I am very certain that I had nothing to do with the spare change and other foreign objects rattling around inside my boom box. I’m also fascinated to see what the other things are that have made their way into my electronic equipment.

I will place Preston into a very warm room and question him with a reading lamp pointed at his small, round face. If he claims innocence or ignorance, I’m sure the contents of my former boom box laid out before him will cause him to sweat because he won’t be able to escape the pointed finger. After that, he will confess and receive his punishment. A talking to and my knuckles rubbed on the top of his head.

I’m sure the boom box is loaded with other things that I can’t hear rattling around inside. Raisins, boogers, and whatever other creative things kids shove into small places. Hell, there’s probably a half eaten sandwich in there.

I finally got to watch a movie that I’ve wanted to see for a long time. It’s ‘Super Size Me’ and I found it very interesting on so many levels. I laughed my ass off when that guy ate his first Double-Quarter Pounder and threw it back up before he even finished his Coke. What a wimp!

I also found it interesting that he became depressed as he ate a month’s worth of junk food. But, he didn’t even talk about how the use of anti-depressants has skyrocketed along with American waistlines. Is there a connection? I think so.

As a junk food kind of guy that I am, why am I not feeling depressed all the time? I’m not on any anti-depressants and I don’t suffer from mood swings. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty much laid back all the time even without my junk food.

Over a decade ago, I actually went a month without eating meat. It was the gassiest month of my life and I just wanted to see if I could do it. I learned during that time that I LOVE meat. My eyes both face forward which according to scientists, means that I’m a predator. Both eyes focus on the prey when hunting, you see. I cannot deny my love and need for meat. I love the flesh of my fellow vertebrates.

That month was the toughest month in my life when it came to eating. There aren’t many vegetables that I like and meals consisted of a lot of the same things. The month became very bland for my taste buds and my beer consumption went through the roof.

When I got off my meat-free month, I went to McDonald’s and picked up a Double-Quarter Pounder with cheese and ketchup only to celebrate. An hour hadn’t passed by before I was feeling sick, but I kept ‘er down. Oh yeah! I kept ‘er down, baby!

Here lately, I’ve been eating a lot at Arby’s because we finally have one on the northwest side of town where I live. I love me some Arby’s!

Now, if I can only get a Long John Silver’s in Greensboro, I will be the happiest that I’ve ever been in my life.


  1. Anonymous9:54 PM

    If a Green On Red The Killer Inside Me CD falls out of your boombox, then I call dibs on it.

  2. Anonymous10:12 PM

    I've done the meat-free thing, too, as well as the sick-as-hell thing after starting back up again. Just a gross little FYI, but when you've gone without meat for a few weeks, your body stops producing the enzymes your stomach needs to digest it. So when you eat meat again for the first time, your body takes 24 - 48 hours to resume the enzyme production. Until that happens, it just sits there in your stomach, undigested, making you feel sick as hell. If you ever decide to do it again, follow it with fresh pineapple or papaya or any of those fruits that Jello packages tell you not to add fresh or frozen. Those contain enzymes that will help break down the meat until your body remembers how to do it. It's the same stuff used in meat tenderizer.

    Hey, I told you it was gross...

  3. Anonymous12:42 AM

    Hey Christine, next time I need to dispose of a body, I'm giving you a call.

  4. Anonymous1:07 PM

    OK, Brad, the scary thing is that you're not the first person who's ever said that to me....