tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20827496098722352442024-02-07T21:11:01.242-05:00Embracing the beast in CollegeAdventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-32633483574493851892010-03-15T06:28:00.001-04:002010-03-15T06:36:11.323-04:00A little morning InspirationBack to school and back to the old routine, with some changes to training of course.<br />
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Anyways I have been watching Underworld Evolution a lot lately, thank you FX, and I have always had a thing for Selene (played by Kate Beckinsale) which I know is silly but to me she is the kind of woman I want....Predator not Prey. So onto my morning inspiration for this week: Only a predator can be a predator's mate.<br />
To me being a predator involves more than just being physically fit, you also need mental dexterity and a wicked awesome personality; to be honest though, I think if you are a predator you will eventually end up with what would be a very aesthetically pleasing body by today's standards. I find my motives anymore being driven more and more by Darwin's tenant of survival of the fittest because in a society like ours where health is swan diving into the crapper and waist lines are exploding I want to be able to provide not only myself, but also my family, mate and children (should I have them), with the highest chance for survival and quality of life.<br />
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One must respect themselves before I am willing to respect them. You only get one body, so take care of it.<br />
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At any rate I am back home and went to my city's rec center to get in my saturday lifting, far more people in there than my college gym, and I was like an entirely different animal during my workout today. I started out with my usual 10 min warm up but maybe a minute or two into it I felt this huge surge of adrenalin pump through my system and my "rage" levels shot through the roof. I was suddenly hyper-aware of everything around me and I had the strong urge to hunt. As I hit the weights and all my numbers spiked up by 10lbs I did my best to ride the crest of the surge and use it to squeeze every ounce of strength from my body, while trying to figure out why I felt this way.<br />
I am wondering if it has something to do with the scents that are being emitted by CW eaters and the chemical reactions these scents cause in my (now more easily accesible) primal brain. Is it an instinctive reaction to some sort of prey scent that I am picking up off some of the, not to offend anyone, slower and weaker people around me? I may have to look into the science behind this.....will keep you guys updated.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-90774508588632070222010-02-17T07:32:00.000-05:002010-02-17T07:32:33.737-05:00Continuing the fightSo I have decided that I won't be posting my daily diets and workouts for the rest of the 30 days because I don't want people new to primal coming in and thinking that the way I am going about things is the only way. To me the primal journey is a very personal and cathartic experience.<br />
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For me the journey began with a single goal in mind, getting ripped, but over time that goal has slowly morphed into something larger, something much bigger than myself. I have come to embrace a lot of new ideas, feelings and dogmas since I began this journey. I started out as a mere CW skinny fat college student with no outlet for all the stress and anger that came with living in today's world, but becoming primal gave me an outlet in my new mindset. I no longer see myself as just another average joe on the street trying to get by day after day, but rather I am now one of the enlightened.<br />
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I have learned the truth about the world around me, the veil was lifted and I can see things for what they are now. This life is no longer about petty achievements and accolades from my peers. I no longer worry what they think of me when they see me just walking as a workout one day and then dry heaving the next day after a serious bout of sprinting, or when they see me deadlifting and getting angry at the people who just sit on the bench and gab in the weight room. I am not doing this for anyone else, I am doing this for me.<br />
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I want to push myself to be the best, I want to hone my body and mind to a razors edge and go harder, faster and stronger than the next guy. I want to leave my mark on this world and make sure that my journey means something. I want people to learn from my example, to take a good hard look at themselves and ask why?<br />
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You have to be willing to take a step back and look good and hard at your life and question if what you are doing is worth doing, are you happy doing it, is it where you wanted to be, is it even healthy? Sometimes you need to back yourself into a corner and throw out everything that you once thought was and embrace what is; other people won't understand what you are doing, they will make comments and tell you that you are wrong, that you shouldn't be doing what you are doing and you won't answer back because you aren't doing it for them you are doing it for you. You are fighting the war of the human condition and it is a war that we have been losing for years now.<br />
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Do you want to be another casualty of society or are you going to pick up your weapons and stare down the beast?Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-35291748234065099322010-02-14T09:58:00.000-05:002010-02-14T09:58:07.675-05:00Day 7 and a happy Valentines to allSo I was reading through the forums over at MDA, and ran across a tremendous topic filled with great info on the reason that we can eat incredible, to the CW crowd, amounts of fat and lose large amounts at the same time.<br />
Here is the <a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/topic/why-dietary-fat-wont-make-you-fat-unless-you-eat-carbs-with-it">link</a> to it.<br />
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Happy V day to all my readers out there.<br />
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Todays breakfast was a delicious six egg, crab meat omelete with a healthy dousing of butter. So GOOOD.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-72351988781092085982010-02-13T07:29:00.000-05:002010-02-13T07:29:29.209-05:00The results of carb binging and getting back up"Fall down 7 times, get up 8."<br />
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Yesterday I caved, I reached for the chocolate and peanut butter, I scarfed and I gorged and my taste buds thanked me for it; however my body is still kicking my butt for this one. <br />
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Mark has a great article on this over on his site, click <a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/what-happens-to-your-body-when-you-carb-binge/">here</a> to read it. I can officially say I am feeling, or have already felt everything described by Mark. I feel absolutely terrible physically right now, and thanks to the crafty ways of carbs they are making me crave more of them; however, after experincing this first hand I have even more reason to avoid manufactured sugars, carbs, and the like. <br />
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The thing is, when you hit the wall like I did last night, you have a few options the way I see it A) You can quit and let the wall win B) You can rung along the wall until you find where it ends or C) You can look at the wall, laugh, and then barrell right through it like the primal beast you are. Now personally next time I hit a wall, be it in school, life, dieting, working out, etc. I intend to pick option C.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A little eye candy break with a motivational message.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This right here is the kind of woman I like: strong, independent, physically fit, confident, a fighter, and most importantly driven. Now be completely honest with yourself; would a woman (or man) like I described being willing to settle for anything less than someone operating near their own caliber? I want everyone reading this post to take away the message that stuff is going to happen, you are going to fall, you may look like you failed; but, you can't let that stop you, no matter what the world throws your way or how far you fall you need to be ready and willing to claw your way back and past where you started and never let things get you down and trick you into thinking you lost. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"You only lose if you lose the lesson."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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IFing through breakfast and just some coffee<br />
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Workout: 9am<br />
10 min warm on the bike: 2.5ish miles<br />
Lift Weight Sets Reps<br />
Squat 195 5 10<br />
Chin 3 10<br />
2 7<br />
OP 115 2 10<br />
3 6<br />
Incline B 55's 3 10<br />
1 9<br />
1 7<br />
LH 15 5 30 count<br />
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HLL 5 14Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-68373523468695007682010-02-12T06:22:00.005-05:002010-02-12T19:06:25.015-05:00Day 5Wake up: 5:30am<br />
IFing breakfast yet again, I think this may become the norm for me, just some black coffee.<br />
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Workout: 7am<br />
On the rowing machine- 5 min warm up, 8 30 sec sprints (100% effort) with 1 minute (50% effort) in between, 10 min cool down.<br />
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Lunch: 1pm<br />
Chicken and beef with bacon<br />
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Well today I fudged up on my diet some....gave into some chocolate and peanut butter, part of that 20%, but my body was not as big a fan as my tastebuds were. Oh well, stressing over little things is worse than the little cheats themselves; just get back on task tomorrow.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-39721337799941598062010-02-11T05:43:00.005-05:002010-02-11T19:51:37.175-05:00Day 4Wake up: 5:30am<br />
IFing breakfast again today, so just some black coffee for me<br />
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Workout: 7am<br />
10 min warm-up: bike again, roughly 2.5 miles<br />
Lift Weight Sets Reps<br />
Lunge 45's 5 7<br />
Deadlift 185 5 6<br />
Bench 170 2 10<br />
2 6<br />
1 7<br />
Upright Row 95 5 8<br />
Leghold 15 5 30 count<br />
Hanging LL 5 12<br />
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Tempo: 3seconds down, 1 second up<br />
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Lunch: 12<br />
Grilled chicken breast and ground beef with bacon....this college food is getting monotonous.<br />
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Mid-afternoon snack: 4pm<br />
4 eggs<br />
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Dinner: 8pm<br />
Another grilled chicken breast with some ground beefAdventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-57701214879764778902010-02-10T06:15:00.005-05:002010-02-10T19:13:46.734-05:00Day 3Wake up: 5:30 am<br />
IFing breakfast again, maybe IF all the way through until lunch tomorrow; just going to wait and see when I get hungry.<br />
More black coffee though<br />
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Lunch: 1pm<br />
IFing this meal too.<br />
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Dinner: 6pm<br />
Breaking the 22ish hour fast with some ground beef and bacon...mmmmm<br />
also 2 eggs with a tbs EVOO<br />
7pm <br />
Add 6 more eggs to that totalAdventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-90924443712852304762010-02-09T11:39:00.000-05:002010-02-09T11:39:56.149-05:00InspirationI want this blog to be about more than just a way for me to keep myself honest and motivated, so I am going to try and get a blog or two a week in with some real content for anyone who is interested in reading.<br />
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Now I'm no English major, I'm an engineer and a geologist, so I doubt I will be pumping out any Pulitzer worthy posts but hey...work with what ya go and do your best.<br />
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Anyway today I wanted to post this article written by Henry Rollins because I feel it really has a lot of how I personally feel towards working out down pat and it is a great piece of inspiration<br />
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Iron and the Soul – By Henry Rollins<br />
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I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.</i><br />
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Completely.<br />
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.<br />
I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn’t think much of them either.<br />
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.<br />
Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.<br />
Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.<br />
Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say shit to me.<br />
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.<br />
It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout.<br />
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.<br />
I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.<br />
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.<br />
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.<br />
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.<br />
I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.<br />
I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.<br />
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.<br />
The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.<br />
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-82321565449863188072010-02-09T05:58:00.006-05:002010-02-09T19:52:50.678-05:00Day 2Wake up: 5:30am<br />
Planning to IF until lunch, or at the very least until after I lift. So breakfast once again is some delicious black coffee.<br />
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Workout 7am<br />
10 min warmup on the bike: roughly 2 and a half miles<br />
Lift Weight Sets Reps<br />
Squat 190lbs 5 10<br />
Chin Body 2 10<br />
3 8<br />
O Press 105 3 10<br />
2 8<br />
I D Bench 50's 5 10<br />
Leghold 15 5 30 count<br />
H Legraise 5 12<br />
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Tempo: 3seconds down, 1 second up<br />
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Lunch: 12<br />
Going carnivore today so I am having a chicken breast and some ground beef with bacon. Yeah...same as last nights dinner, but only so many options on a school meal plan.<br />
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Mid-afternoon snack: 4<br />
4 eggs<br />
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Dinner: 8<br />
Another grilled chicken breast and some more ground beef with bacon<br />
The funny thing is I am not all that hungry but I figure eat some more because today was a lifting day and I am already going pretty low on calories as it is. Maybe 24hr+ IF tomorrow into thursday.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-53550602938536327182010-02-08T06:11:00.005-05:002010-02-08T18:50:39.223-05:00Day 1 Fitness and NutritionWake up: 5:30am<br />
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Planning to IF (Intermittent Fast) until lunch so my breakfast is just 3 cups of black coffee, I love the stuff; especially pre-workout, it really gets my engines revving.<br />
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Workout: 7am<br />
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Just a light 30 min row....I usually burn somewhere around the 400 calorie mark(according to the machine), just to give you guys a gauge on the intensity.<br />
382 exactly today<br />
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Lunch: 1pm<br />
1 grilled chicken breast with some veggies, butter, and hot sauce.<br />
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Dinner: 6pm<br />
1 grilled chicken breast and some ground beef with bacon<br />
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Extra food: 7pm<br />
3 eggs and some butter<br />
Added this meal to get my fat intake up.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-10779335058292513182010-02-08T05:44:00.003-05:002010-02-08T10:40:36.698-05:00Day 1 statsStarting Measurements<br />
waist: 30.5in around<br />
bicep 14.5in<br />
chest roughly 37in<br />
You will notice I have not included a conventional weight measurement as I don't really think the scale is all that great at calculating progress unless you also know your body fat % <br />
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Up until last week I had been sticking to a really solid diet and workout plan, but then everything in my life shifted in a bad way. Between putting up with some added stresses here at school, dealing with an ex constantly trying to butt her way back into my life and my dog dying while I was away from home I slipped into my old, very poor, dieting habits. Starting tomorrow however I fully intend to put myself back onto the diet/lifestyle that was working best for me. <br />
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Starting tomorrow I will upload pics and measurements.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvCegzyIlrNmvSqXz0k3ZzriU2wzmOOfCQzxjfn9vLw-kltUqu3T7GOCorArMy1kWLRgBgRFlnbJrPUjSPTgZ558y1KD55dnPHt7CV4JlGwDNhJNNv7MfNGdX-zxH_uRCu4MCZItxL-E/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvCegzyIlrNmvSqXz0k3ZzriU2wzmOOfCQzxjfn9vLw-kltUqu3T7GOCorArMy1kWLRgBgRFlnbJrPUjSPTgZ558y1KD55dnPHt7CV4JlGwDNhJNNv7MfNGdX-zxH_uRCu4MCZItxL-E/s320/Photo0147.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My final gorge meal....It was a whole chicken breast, 6 strips of bacon, some peas, peppers, onions, home made guacamole, some dijon and a 2 pats of butter....got the idea from <a href="http://www.sonofgrok.com/2009/02/explosion-of-bacon/">Son of Grok's bacon explosion</a>. He has a great site full of amazing recipes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And yes it was all made via microwave in true college grok form. </div>Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-37551489471856433362009-01-27T21:45:00.001-05:002009-01-27T21:53:07.570-05:00Been a while.So I haven't posted in ages and it's mostly because I am busy with school and damn lazy. But I figure I can get back to and I think I will start using this blog as a way to share my views on the world and attempt to fight the stupidity and ignorance that encroaches on me from all sides on a regular daily basis.<br /><br />Let's take an example from today.<br /><br />So there I was at the gym minding my own business and getting done what needs to be done when what should I hear but none other than some dumb stereotypical sorority girl whining about her teacher. Her whining went a little something like this<br /><br />"So I was in class and like I was totally talking about how you could feel it expand once it inside and I was saying how good it felt. Over the weekend my BF *and yes she made sure to say it loud so everyone would know that some guy was willing to sink this low to get some* and I were 'playing the game' and he asked me how he knew if he was inside....and then my teacher who obviously listening to my story asked me to be quiet. GOD HE IS SUCH A PEDO."<br /><br />Now how this girl made it college in the first place shocks me, but to not understand first of all that no one wants to know about you and your limp wristed man-child during class or what a pedophile actually is shocks me beyond words.<br /><br />Losing faith in intelligence daily.........Must restrain fists.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-751612931265697222008-07-26T13:16:00.000-04:002008-07-26T13:32:59.304-04:00Youtuber of the weekI plan on making this a regular segment on my blog. About once a week I choose a vloger or group of videos to be my Youtubers of the week.<br /><br />This week the Award goes to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil">SxePhil</a>. His sarcastic tone and tendency towards sardonic/dry wit when it comes to reporting the news puts him at the top of my list. Definitely worth a check.<br /><br />WARNING: Contains some adult content.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082749609872235244.post-1150758632892210062008-07-26T08:20:00.000-04:002008-07-26T13:16:13.470-04:00The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger is Better than Your Dad.Over the past 2 years I have been deeply engrossed in the land of Mid-World and the quest to find the Dark Tower, following along as Roland and his Ka-tet journey through lands both beyond our scope and ones incredibly familiar; all the while leaving behind a trail of death and shell casings.<br /><br />Stephen King's self proclaimed masterpiece and largest undertaking has been 30 years in the making and was well worth the wait. The over arching story has a very familiar feel to any reader, one man on a quest to save the world, but the settings and characters can be anything but ordinary. Our stories hero goes by the name Roland; simple and to the point, just like the man himself.<br /><br />Roland lives in a version of our world that has "moved on," all manner of machinery is "dying", paper is more valuable than gold and order is maintained by a group known as Gunslingers; men who have uncanny reflexes and can use any weapon at their disposal (although guns have become a rarity in this world). Roland's quest all begins with the pursuit of "The Man in Black", but eventually expands to a greater field of vision and deeper meaning.<br /><br />King incorporates ideas and stances from all points of the map, from religion to politics to self-deception and motivation; using Roland and the rest of the cast as launching points for his ideals.<br /><br />Now I don't want to ruin the book for anyone so I am going to leave it at that; but if you are a fan of Westerns, Sci-Fi, Action-Adventure, Epics or just enjoy reading I highly suggest this series.<br /><br />On a side note there has recently been a lot of talk about turning this series into a film with the team behind Lost at the helm of the project. It is also rumored that Josh Holloway may star as Roland.Adventure8410http://www.blogger.com/profile/17206704468680987507noreply@blogger.com1