Rock on top - like a tupee!
Phildo called me at 8am this morning, ranting about how good Ugly Ducking are. He and Nic had just seen them live in London at the Jazz Cafe. I’m sure it’ll be added to his post on Africa. Maybe he could call it Safaris and Camparis, or something…
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’ve begun tutoring again. Last week was cancelled due to TC Larry, so I learnt all that genetics stuff and couldn’t teach it. Well, now I’m fluent in the fine arts of Mitosis and Meiosis, the processes of cell replication and sperm formation (come, on…).
I still haven’t been able to buy any masking tape, so I’m very sorry but the dominators singlets aren’t ready. I know, quite subordinate. I have, however, joined the Scrawny to Brawny program in an effort to get large. Their philosophy is that skinny bastards (like me) should eat a lot, become sedentary outside of the gym, and do infrequent high intensity workouts. I must really “Double my Mussells”, not just in the style of the Mosman RSL.
For those of you playing at home Jac now has his Sage rod. It’s a totally Bling gold colour, which is nice and sexy. I’ve been tying flies like a fiend in preparation for my imminent return to the wonderful world of salwater flyfishing. I’m going to fill up my fly box - a very satisfying adventure that will leave others ooo-ing and ah-ing, I’m sure.
Also, those of you not in Syndey, the surf there is gigantic at the moment. Here’s a video of some carnage down at DY Point.
More poker tonight. Also, nearing the end of the wet season, might have to change the header soon, to a more Magnetic Island type feel.
March 29th, 2006 at 11:54 am
How nailed did that guy on the yellow esky lid get in the first 20secs? By the way Tom why do you really want to be “large”? Down the line Large turns into fat you know.
March 29th, 2006 at 12:09 pm
No, I want to have the ripped physique of divers - the jump and spin and fall in the water kind, not this kind.
And, I’m not convinced about the “become sedentary out of the gym” thing either, that just spells doom for aerobic fitness, if you ask me.
March 29th, 2006 at 1:05 pm
That is the whole point Tomo. Aerobic fitness also spells doom for buffness you know. Seen many marathon runners with big muscles lately? For mortals like all of us, that don’t devote our lives to becomming professional athletes, it seems pretty clear that there are two paths - fit or huge. It’s really hard to have both in the extremely limited time we all have outside work. Sure you can go to the Gym 2-3 times a week and gain a body to make us all week at the knees but you’ll have to lug it around and it won’t help you climbing Bowen. Or… you could use that time 2-3 times a week to run, pedal, paddle, basically to get the most important muscle in your body (ticker - for those playing at home) working hard to become animal fit, but… in the process actually burning some muscle bulk that the body deems to be unneccessary.
Is the goal to LOOK good or to BE good?
What movie is this scene from, when just after knocking some really buff character out the protagonist states: “Too much weights, not enough speed work”.
March 29th, 2006 at 1:10 pm
i think that the guy in picture B would be pretty buffed carying all that stuff around
March 29th, 2006 at 1:24 pm
Scrawny to Brawny eh?
In the good old days (1950’s) they used to have adds like that in the weekend papers. My Dad used to refer to them as “Don’t be a 10 stone weakling. Don’t let big guys kick sand in your face (on the beach). Get fit in 5 days, have your muscles sent by post”. I suppose you’d now say “have your muscles set by email”.
March 29th, 2006 at 1:25 pm
Those words are uttered in Once Were Warriors, but I have a feeling they originated elsewhere. They sound very Arnie to me, “Get to the chopper!”.
March 29th, 2006 at 1:28 pm
YLD, that from the man who used to get beat-up in the boxing ring at school… You should’ve sent away, might have saved yourself a hiding or two.
Oh, and the point isn’t to be good, or look good, it’s to kick lock and timtim’s asses.
March 29th, 2006 at 3:33 pm
hahahahahahaha
March 29th, 2006 at 3:33 pm
I believe that we say beaten up here by the way
March 29th, 2006 at 3:36 pm
We were so poor; we used to DREAM about having muscles!
March 30th, 2006 at 12:52 am
On this side of the pond we go straight for the ‘roids. I mean come on, if they’re good enoguh for Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa they’re good enough for me!
March 30th, 2006 at 6:26 pm
that’s the old uncle sam spirit!! If I were to do any of these programs what chance would tom have of getting near me at all?
March 30th, 2006 at 6:31 pm
http://www.sydbma.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=119&Itemid=108&lang=
Lockman you going to come?
March 31st, 2006 at 2:54 pm
Timtim, I’ve got a Buck’s party to go to (Andy Nye’s, Tomo) that night so I won’t make it. Good luck ‘BEING good’ though mate.
It’s always the way that talk of muscles or gettin’ ‘uge is placed in the context of being beat down by other people with more muscles. Personally, I’m happy to be beat down in a boxing ring if I can still make people eat dust up (AND down) Nina peak.
There is no such thing as muscles, just an overblown ego attempting to colonise space outside the cranium.
April 2nd, 2006 at 7:18 pm
Maybe us scrawny bastards could get this guy to share some of his 27 inch cannons http://www.t-nation.com/findArticle.do?article=211hate
April 3rd, 2006 at 1:45 pm
Greg Valentino ain’t gut nutt’in on me.
The bit they don’t tell you about bodybuilder’s like Greg is that he is probably unable to wipe his own arse because he can’t bend his arm in the necessary fashion. Poor Greg.