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My threes of readers will undoubtedly know that I will occasionally work out with that fine piece of “engineering” known as a bowflex.

I was working out today — attempting to sculpt my doughy, clay like form into the attractively chiseled proportions of a Greek god or a Californian governor. Imagine my surprise when straining against all reason, I felt something give with a sharp crack.

No, it wasn’t my arm or even a vessel in my brain (though those both would have made for excellent guesses). Rather, it was the white plastic that makes up the handle of the bowflex. That’s right. It turns out that I, a god amongst mere mortals, am able to shred cheaply constructed plastic with nothing more than the strength of my own desire (and one has to assume a fair amount of leverage and stress that has built up over time).

Yes my friends, Nietzsche has nothing on my own will to power. I can’t imagine what might possibly be able to stop me now (unless of course some fiend somewhere has managed to locate a few rare molecules of plastic kryptonite, my Achilles heel as it were).

So, my workout today kind of sucked. The handle was misbalanced which was throwing the weight into unpredictable and uncomfortable places. Plus, it’s remarkably tough to maintain focus and intensity when you’re mentally composing a blog entry.

I desperately need food right now.

Mark-Steffen Göwecke’s Polaroid photography is such a brilliant concept, I weep not to have thought of it myself:

All began in 1996 in Bretany, France:

On a beach I photographed with a the SX-70 a polaroid showing sand and stones. Again the resulting picture was photographed with the Polaroid-camera.

The distances in space and time became greater.

The previous polaroid is allways the basis for the next one and so on …

Ignore the really lame blink tag on the introduction, and just think for a moment about the continuity of this project. I just wish there was better resolution in the images. I can only see one or two levels down (though even with the actual Polaroids, that may be about as deep as you’d ever get).

OK, so here’s the deal. I’ve yet to read any of the Harry Potter books. I’ve yet to read any of Dave Eggers books. I want and fully intend to read all of that stuff eventually. But, eventually isn’t now.

Still, even I, with no understanding of the source material, can see that Harry Potter and the Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius is really, really funny.

I want to like Radiohead. I really do. I want to like them in much the same way I want to NOT like Avril Lavigne. Most of the time, objectively, I can even manage it (or manage to NOT do it as the case may be). It isn’t all that hard really. It’s just that sometimes at a visceral level, I suspect that maybe the emperor has no clothes (or is dressed in a ravishingly lovely pseudo-gown as the case may be). This Review pretty much nails it on the head for me.

Turns out the comment spam I mentioned a few entries down was an automated attack. Lots of people were hit by it over the weekend. Jay Allen was kind enough to develop a MovableType plug called MT-Blacklist to help fight against it.

Sadly it requires a Perl Module that I don’t have installed yet. So it’s going to have to wait for me. Thank you FastServe Tech Support.

Yeah, This is going to drive me crazy.

Update (10 minutes later): Solved it.

Noticing that Freddy Vs. Jason was playing at the local second run $1 $3 movie theater, and thinking that it was October, and I wanted to get into a Halloween kind of mood, I decided to check it out. I fully expected it to rival a black hole in its suck factor.

Don’t get me wrong. There were some mind-blowingly sucky moments. Still, all and all it was entertaining and maybe even worth seeing. Also, it’s always really funny to hear parents gasping and shifting uncomfortably when their little angels are exposed to lots of nudity and sex in the incredibly R rated movie. Strangely, there was none of that shifting when the kids were exposed to oceans of blood and violent deaths. Funny that.

In the past day, I had somebody embedding web bugs in comments on my site — I guess to see how often their comment is read or that page i s loaded, and somebody spamming my comments — I guess because that page must be scoring high google marks on some keyword they want.

Sigh

Fortunately, nobody (to my knowledge) has figured out how to automate this kind of stuff yet. Hopefully nobody will. In the mean time, feel free to comment on my site. In fact, please comment. I like comments. Do leave all the trickery at home though. You know it will just get deleted anyway.
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How did I never see that in Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam, god is represented in a cross section of a human brain? Sister Wendy already hipped me to the flaccid “finger”, but the whole brain thing slipped right past. It’s so obvious and cool once it’s pointed out to you.

Thanks MeFi.

The Nuart in LA is going to be doing a showing of Tron on Friday, January 9. Imagine that, Tron on the big screen. The lights, the colors, the wonderfully 80s cheeseball graphics. That would be so cool. I hope my user will let me go … EOL