so, admittedly february has not been my most proficient month as far as blog postings go.
in fact, for those of you keeping score at home, this will only be my second post for the entire month (granted, february is the shortest month - and i’m liable to think that had i been given the 2-3 more days that every other month offers i could have increased my total of posts in the month to a whopping 3).
presumably, this will put a serious crimp in my previously mentioned intent to try and increase the frequency with which i post blogs this year. after recenly reaching the 100 post mark in about a year, my current pace puts me at 200 posts sometime around 2010.
oh well.
anyways, here’s some stuff that you missed hearing about, and which i probably would have devoted entire blogs to had i been more conscientious about posting lately.
first off, i saw Abraham Benrubi (who some of you might know from his time as jerry on “ER”, but who will always in my mind be larry kubiak of “parker lewis can’t lose” fame) walking down beverly blvd about a week ago.
from the irony department: last week at the gym two things occurred that made me once again spend several minutes pondering whether or not the end of our civilization would necessarily be a bad thing.
the first thing was a group of 4 girls waiting for an elevator to take them up from the first floor of the gym to the second floor.
now, the fact that the gym (a building whose primary purpose is to encourage and facilitate physical fitness) even has an elevator to begin with is perhaps a bit perplexing - however, i suppose that perhaps a person in a wheelchair or someone engaging in physical therapy might require/benefit from its use - but these were 4 (at least as far as external appearances go) healthy, young women who just seemed either a)oblivious to the fact that there were stairs around the corner or b)were too lazy to actually use said stairs in their quest to achieve the results they desired. good luck with that.
but, this was nothing compared to what occurred shortly thereafter. i was on the treadmill when a young woman stepped onto a treadmill in front of me with a cup of coffee in hand. now granted the cup had a lid on it, but i still found it rather odd that she had decided that a cup of coffee would be an appropriate beverage to consume either before or during a session on the treadmill.
at first i wasn’t certain as to whether she was looking to boost her energy with some caffeine, was trying not to be wasteful and throw out the last few sips, or was just plain stupid.
needless to say my uncertainty lasted only a brief time, and all questions were answered as she proceeded to spill hot coffee on herself while she was running. causing her to not only curse in pain, but to also nearly fall off the treadmill from the burns, and her subsequent attempt to quickly rid her arms of the scalding liquid.
the other really entertaining thing that’s happened lately (not involving brittany spears) is all the hullabuloo being made over the american idol chick’s photos.
now, first off let me state i hate american idol (along with pretty much every other reality tv program), although i do enjoy watching paula abdul interview segments from local news affiliates online. so, really, i could care less about what any of these contestants have or may have done prior to, while, or after appearing on the show (unless it involves some sort of actual artistic endeavor having nothing to do with the show - ala jennifer hudson).
that said, the reason i am enjoying this current “scandal” is because the young woman in question hails from pt. pleasant (which along with being the name of a - what i’m sure was a very awful - short-lived television show, is also a town located very close to where i grew up in new jersey).
the part that i am enjoying most revolves around the photograph of her on the toilet bowl. not for any particular scatological fetish i might have, but rather for the comments made recently in an ap story by a local resident regarding the photo and the implications it has for people from the jersey shore.
“It’s the way this town is: Everybody knows everything about their friends,” said Mark Dillon, 17. “At least half the people in this town have pictures of their friends on the toilet. I’ve personally seen at least 20. It’s only because she’s on TV that they’re online.”
so, in lieu of all this, i would like to take this opportunity to state that i do not have any pictures of my friends on the toilet. and as far as i know nobody i knew growing up possessed any photos of friends on the toilet.
but then again, things change…
they say you can never go home again, maybe it’s because when you get there everyone is walking around with pictures of people on the crapper.