I just ate a jar of crunchy peanut butter
Here's the thing. I have been eating a lot healthier these days, including adding vegetables to my diet (by which I mean "lettuce"). This is an improvement, believe me, from the last two decades of my eating habits which consisted mainly of microwave popcorn, diet soda, coffee, cigarettes, cheap wine and chocolate (when available from others). So now I have given up all diet soda, most cheap wine, and haven't had chocolate in awhile either (only b/c no one has brought it in). My familiar food companions have been replaced by soy pudding, whole wheat bread, salads, granola bars, organic milk, tons of water and recently I decided to cut up some celery and bring it in for a healthy snack. It is healthy. Celery has about 19 calories per square acre. But you have to eat it with peanut butter and that is not so good. Two tablespoons of pb contain 200 calories. Lots of protein, but also lots of extra fatness. It is so so so good though. I had to restrain myself from clawing out a huge fistful of it just now.
Caught the last thirty seconds of what is perhaps the most boring contest TV show ever, Spelling-B. In case you're blissfully unaware, the challenge of this show is to finish the lyrics of some stupid song. For example, they'll play the first three bars of Ashlee Simpson's latest studio manufactured non-hit and then the contestant has to sing the fourth bar ("...That's why I am better than Jessica" or whatever). I thought this reality/bad game show programming would fizzle out but it appears to be growing ever stronger. Even the two Corey's from 1980s now have a show--it sounds lame too; it's about two has-been child stars living together. It's depressing. I don't mind the more interesting shows. Discovery Health has somewhat intelligent programs, though they are sensational in nature at times (the obesity shows, for instance).
All of this reminds me of the Stephen King-writing-as-Richard-Bachman story in Different Seasons, "The Long Walk." It was a futuristic piece about this televised reality competition. Anyone could take part in it and the winner was promised anything s/he wanted for the rest of her/his life. Sounds good. All you had to do was be the last person walking at a certain rate (3 mph or something--contestants wore pedometers that measured their speed); just keep going until everyone else dropped out. The only catch was that if you stopped or fell below a certain speed for a length of time, you would be shot in the head. The winner then was the last living participant. This was a torturous story, but not so far-fetched now, it seems.
Below, you will note a picture of Ernesto's pudding face as he lays in the middle of my living room floor. If you click on the photo below, you will get to see it in a much larger size and thereby be able to count his whiskers and toes (and mine, which are slightly visible to your right).
Next, my living room as taken from the kitchen (it's all just one giant room). I should mention that the living room is not really this yellow in hue; I just didn't know how to turn on or off the flash. The cats are laid out carefully on the floor, appearing euthanized:
That's really it. Every other picture I add from here on it will be a variation on this theme. I'm not that great at taking pictures (didn't, in fact, take the photo of Ernesto above), but that's because I haven't ever owned a camera--I don't think so anyway.
Caught the last thirty seconds of what is perhaps the most boring contest TV show ever, Spelling-B. In case you're blissfully unaware, the challenge of this show is to finish the lyrics of some stupid song. For example, they'll play the first three bars of Ashlee Simpson's latest studio manufactured non-hit and then the contestant has to sing the fourth bar ("...That's why I am better than Jessica" or whatever). I thought this reality/bad game show programming would fizzle out but it appears to be growing ever stronger. Even the two Corey's from 1980s now have a show--it sounds lame too; it's about two has-been child stars living together. It's depressing. I don't mind the more interesting shows. Discovery Health has somewhat intelligent programs, though they are sensational in nature at times (the obesity shows, for instance).
All of this reminds me of the Stephen King-writing-as-Richard-Bachman story in Different Seasons, "The Long Walk." It was a futuristic piece about this televised reality competition. Anyone could take part in it and the winner was promised anything s/he wanted for the rest of her/his life. Sounds good. All you had to do was be the last person walking at a certain rate (3 mph or something--contestants wore pedometers that measured their speed); just keep going until everyone else dropped out. The only catch was that if you stopped or fell below a certain speed for a length of time, you would be shot in the head. The winner then was the last living participant. This was a torturous story, but not so far-fetched now, it seems.
Below, you will note a picture of Ernesto's pudding face as he lays in the middle of my living room floor. If you click on the photo below, you will get to see it in a much larger size and thereby be able to count his whiskers and toes (and mine, which are slightly visible to your right).
Next, my living room as taken from the kitchen (it's all just one giant room). I should mention that the living room is not really this yellow in hue; I just didn't know how to turn on or off the flash. The cats are laid out carefully on the floor, appearing euthanized:
That's really it. Every other picture I add from here on it will be a variation on this theme. I'm not that great at taking pictures (didn't, in fact, take the photo of Ernesto above), but that's because I haven't ever owned a camera--I don't think so anyway.
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