Friday, December 10, 2010

FORECAST: FROZEN MUSIC.

The temperature right now is 31 degrees with a chance of flurries.

I'm about to go play a gig outside.

I am praying that the singing will prevent my mouth from freezing shut.




Thursday, December 9, 2010

I LIVE UNTIL THE CALL.






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Monday, December 6, 2010

WHO WANTS A ONE WAY TICKET TO A HOT FIERY DEATH.

The Final Frontier: A Mars Mission With No Return

IT'S SNOWING OUT.

I don't want to go to the gym or work.


I'd rather stay home and drink some champers by my holiday yule log.*






*By Yule Log I mean the one Sanchez put on my computer. It is incredible. You can practically feel the heat.

Friday, December 3, 2010

GREY'S EPISODE DESCRIPTION.

"Mark, Teddy, Callie and Arizona help Sloan deliver her baby; the doctors treat a crab boat captain who was stabbed with a giant shark hook."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh the absurdity.

I MISS MCDREAMY.

I loved him back when he was Ronald Miller.

Can't Buy Me Love is just an all time classic, and I have always wanted him to come and pick me up with his lawn mower.



That would just make my life.

*Note to self: get a lawn so I can be picked up by said lawn mower.

And then I went to college in Maine, where he grew up, and saw an advertisement for the pilot of a little show called Grey's Anatomy that was just getting started. The very first episode was going to air and he did a little interview with the local Lewiston, ME news and I watched it. Obviously.

LOOK AT THAT HOT MAN HOTNESS.

I distinctly remember watching the pilot and falling madly in love with Mister Dempsey all over again. The first few seasons of that show were SO GOOD. I never missed an episode and when I was living in San Francisco I would to go over to my aunt's house every week so we could watch it together.

And then, the show got kinda...not so dreamy. Even though I was a die hard fan, I stopped watching it.

I don't know what triggered it, but today I had a longing for McDreamy and his hospital antics. I want to watch him bein' all in charge of lives, messin' with hearts, yearning for a baby with Meredith (did they end up getting married?!), and I want to see him walk out of that trailer door by the lake all scruffy with bed head wearing a flannel, holding a cup of coffee.

Sweet holidayz I'm almost as hot as I was yesterday at the gym.

I think I'm going to Netflix Grey's and get back in the game. I'm really hoping it doesn't disappoint.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

WINTER WORKOUTS.

Yesterday the weather here in NYC blew. It was rainy, windy, and I had a major case of "don't wanna leave my apartment" in the morning. I did not make it to the gym. Go figure.

Which brings me to today's topic: Exercise facilities during the frigid months of the year. Today I finally realized that winter had arrived when I got to the gym and it was so hot in there that I wanted to barf. I know that many buildings suffer from this disorder during the winter, but a gym is the worst possible place to have heat issues.

1. You're working out and already generating enough heat as it is.

2. Extra heat makes the already "Sweatiest Man Alive on the Treadmill Next to You" sweat even MORE (which I previously did not think humanly possible).

3. When you get out of the shower post workout and get dressed, you start sweating all over again because the heat is, literally, on. There is no "cool down" after your work out. The only thing going "down" is the sweat travelling from my back towards my ass and there is nothing "cool" about it.

4. When you walk out the door after said experience, you are greeted with a blast of whapass chill that feels a million times worse than it really is because you've been stuck in a glass box of tropical torture.

So, I beg of you gym, turn the heat DOWN. Save some energy, save some lives, keep me hydrated, and for the love of Liza, do it for the Sweaty Guy. I don't think he will survive much longer.