….that is a lie. We are getting no where.

Because I am the most unproductive sloth of a human being that I have ever seen. I do nothing and yet, here I am with nothing to show for it!

On that note, I will have a Thanksgiving dinner post put up soon, but I had a really weird weekend.

A weekend wherein, people requested I hang out with them.

And I did.

Willingly.

So instead of staying indoors and further burrowing my horribly concave mattress into the ground, I went out! And then went out again! And then technically, we stayed in and watched all three extended edition Lord of the Rings movies. But it was done at someone else’s house! And I edited the video while we watched! Actual production!

But the actual writing still has to get done, so here’s a little treat to tide you over until that gets finished:

Holy fuckin flying dumbbells Batman, do I need to go to the gym.
Like, just putting together the video was horrific enough because I am not used to actually seeing myself aside from the small mirror that I use to put on my human mask in the morning. But I have such a different mental image of what I look like compared to what was on my screen.

And I know that body image is something that I am not supposed to let rule my life and that I will be beautiful at whatever size I am and all of that other very important stuff that we need to be telling our children!

But this is about what just occurred earlier this evening as I was trying to put my gym bag together.

This is my gym bag. Nothing fancy, just a pretty decent stuff sack that I bought earlier this year and also use when I want to be outside working out (ie: rollerblading that one time I walked to a friend’s house):

Nice enough bag right? Let’s take a quick look inside:

Oh look! It’s a half full bottle of gin! Because that is what every person needs in order to convince themselves that going to the gym is fun.

Actually, that’s not half bad. I would LOVE to do drunk workouts.

Seriously, can we do that? I mean I know I would break so many bones trying to treadmill drunk, but omg would that be the best.

Oh, hey, what’s this in the front pocket?

Oh nothing, just the MOISTURIZER I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR FOR 5 FUCKIN MONTHS

Whatever, my workout clothes (old pajamas) and iPod are now what is actually inside the bag and I am ready to go to the gym.

Riiiight after this gin and tonic.

Hi. Yes. Hello.

I realize now that I have to actually put effort into hobbies in order to make them worthwhile.

So this is the start of hopefully something useful.

Here is the goal:
I will make stuff
You will read/watch/hear about it
You will tell your friends
I will continue to put in effort but you will then share this around
Somehow, probably through movie magic, I will become famous
But in reality, probably not.

Either way, let’s get drunk and have fun!