Blog or Die

It was the "____ or die" mentality that got me blogging again, which I personally feel should be an everyday motto against our hopeless battle against procrastination:

Run or die.
Vote or die.
Eat well or die.
Make sure you don't step on a crack or you'll break yo momma's back and she'll die.

Nah, I've just been busy at work. EXTREMELY busy. If I could represent how busy I've been the past few days at work as a pie chart, it would look like Pac-Man, with the yellow areas representing "Busy" and Pac-Man's mouth representing "Not Busy". Those times when I'm not busy, ironically enough - are spent eating.

I've been having a lot of fun at work though despite all the stress and deadlines. Work is supposed to be stressful and challenging; otherwise we'd all become Eloi. Elois are a species of human from the future. Having solved all problems which required strength, intelligence or virtue, they became frail little animals with no motivation or ambition...they just live for pleasure. Sounds great but well, they were eaten by the people who actually worked. Sort of like how we treat cattle. You don't want to be eaten, do you? Thus, work or die.

That view of the future was taken from H.G. Well's The Time Machine, which is a cool book in my book. Yes, I have a book...and it contains other books. Sort of like the Astrotrain of books. In the original Transformers movie, Astrotrain was a Transformer that could hold other Transformers inside of him. The physics of how that worked must've been mind-boggling, especially since Astrotrain was the same size as the other Transformers. My book? It has Harry Potter magic.

I don't have a firm grasp of the Harry Potter universe so to me, Expeluranus solves everything. Sometimes I wonder if people my age were just as influenced from all the entertainment media we were exposed to when growing up. For example, I think I am special. I think I have a special purpose in life which will be revealed to me in stunning fashion. Maybe I'm the lost child of powerful wizards or maybe I'm the last descendant of a clan of legendary ninjas. One day I will discover my true heritage and conquer Gargamel once and for all! Dammit...I'm almost 30 years old.

Christmas has been pretty good so far. To me, Christmas is a month-long holiday full of wonder and delight...18 years ago! Now it's just a bunch of shopping for presents for a growing number of kids that they're probably not gonna use. It's a season full of bad drivers, constant rush, and bone-boggling stress. Maybe God created this "holiday season" to prevent us from becoming Eloi? Also, I don't think stress pairs well with "bone-boggling". How can we make Christmas as fun as it was when we were kids? Well, we can't. But we have something better...we can be the reason why a child will have great memories of Christmas. Errr...I mean we can have sex.

So we went to an American Gladiators taping last weekend and it was all kinds of ass...badass, kickass, Jessica Alba's ass. I can't wait to see what it all looks like on TV. I can already tell that "Crush" is gonna be a fan favorite. The set itself was impressive, and at least for the guys, you start to feel sorry for the contestants cuz the Gladiators are so much more intimidating. I mean, the guys got worked in the Gauntlet! It's like sending out a kid to the NFL to run up the gut against against a hard-hitting defense. I hope the Eliminator is something like a course from Ninja Warrior. I can't wait until these shows eventually get to the level of The Running Man.

Okay, back to work for me. Well...right after I finish this Colts article.

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