Bodybuilding Is A Beauty Contest For Macho Pretty Boys

I just had an epiphany that bodybuilding isn’t a sport, but a pageant in which you have to work hard as an athlete and take a lot of illegal, performance enhancing drugs to succeed. How profoundly deep is that?

I know, some of you will probably protest my use of “Macho” and “Boys” in the heading, implying I’m sexist, and you would be right. Girls/women shouldn’t be bodybuilders; it ain’t sexy.

female bodybuilder

Each to his own, but this doesn’t rock my boat.

On Man Caves

If you have a room in your house that you refer to as your “man cave” where you watch football on a large flat-screen TV (but you don’t play yourself because you busted your knee in high school and that ruined your chances of a pro career) and porn on your computer, drink beer and do tactical dry-fire (really, you shouldn’t use live ammo in the house) drills with your Glock, it’s not a man cave. And you’re not a man.

Old Jungle Saying

Those of you who read The Phantom comic book series by Lee Falk as a kid will know what I’m talking about. Your age is just a number, but as you get older that number gets bigger and the number of your remaining years smaller. That isn’t the profundity that slipped my mind the other day on Facebook, but still not bad. I made that. Remember Jesus loves you. So much so that he’ll throw you into the fiery pits of hell for eternity if you don’t love him back.

jesus burning babies

Making engraved images can get you into trouble. Picture credit: The Internet (clearly the original artist is on his way to hell if he isn’t there already, since he made an engraved image of one 3rd of the deity who expressly forbade it). Burn baby, burn!

Rock Truth #1

Most of the best and most legendary songs in rock history weren’t made by wunderkind instrumentalist wizards and divinely gifted singers, but rather by average-to-good musicians whose sum of combined parts (unsure about grammar/syntax here) where greater their individual talents. That’s when magic happens. There are exceptions.

I’ll admit, though, that this solo by Zakk Wylde is pretty hairy.

Edit: On second thought it is pretty much just noise. While he certainly can play guitar I find his repertoire to be limited. Definitely not top tier. But he does have the sound that Ozzy needs.

The Ways In Which We Depart And The Power Of Our Convictions

If it’s better to burn out than fade away, then why do most of us fade away? And isn’t burning out much the same as fading away anyway? What you really are trying to say (without having given much thought to it) is that it’s better to go out with a bang than with a whimper. And yet most of us still choose the whimper option. It takes guts to put your money where your mouth is. Or douse yourself with gasoline and strike a match just to make a point.

Vietnam Monk Self-immolates

Vietnamese Mahayana Buddhist monk who burned himself to death at a busy Saigon road intersection on 11 June 1963. Quang Duc was protesting the persecution of Buddhists by the South Vietnamese government led by Ngo Dinh Diem. Source: Wikipedia

The Road To Hell – The Fall Of The American Empire

The more I think about it, the more I think America is going in the wrong direction, possibly heading for the proverbial drain. This is not a partisan statement. We’ve been on the wrong track for many decades. Some things have, to be sure, improved significantly. I would for instance rather be a black person in 2013 than in 1913 (that bit still has a ways to go, but at least pseudo dictator Michael Bloomberg of New York  got spanked by federal judge Shira Scheindlin over his fascist, racist and glaringly unconstitutional Stop & Frisk program). But other things have taken a dramatically degenerate turn. What’s worse is that it most likely can’t be fixed because our only choices are bad and really bad. We are in the process of giving up nationhood in favor of business incorporationhood. Think Citizens United.

“It must be fun to watch a President [or Congressman, or Senator, or Supreme Court Justice] run, just ask the man who owns [or owns a share] in one.”
~ Steppenwolf from the song Monster.

I’m pretty sure somewhere in our DNA there is a self-destruct gene; it’s just waiting for the right circumstances to kick in and we’ll all go down in a conflagration of thermonuclear war, or release a zombie bug, or devolve over time to render us hairy, knuckle dragging man-like creatures, or we’ll all be employed as greeters at Wal-Mart. I don’t know which would be the worse fate.

If you don’t wake up tomorrow you may take it as confirmation that you died in the apocalypse that took place when you were sleeping. We are like bacteria in a petri dish that flourish as long as it receives nourishment, but eventuality suffocates in its own waste.

Reading Fatigue

Adapted from “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?” by Pete Seeger with later additions by Joe Hickerson.

Where have all the good books gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the good books gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the good books gone?
Lars read them every one.
When will he ever learn?
When will he eeever learn?

Is it possible that I have read all the good books ever written and I’m left with the garbage?

There is also the remote chance that I’m suffering from EOD (Early Onset Dementia).

I enjoy history, both fiction and non-fiction. Favorite periods are Roman Imperial and the Middle Ages. If non-fiction I don’t like my reading material to be overly scholarly, but don’t dumb it down too much either. Assume I have a brain.

I’m also a big fan of science fiction. Favorite authors include Peter F Hamilton and Stephen Baxter.

I thought I enjoyed philosophy, but it tends to be way over my head (Wittgenstein, Kant, Kierkegaard (besides, most people seem to derive their knowledge of the “heavy” philosophers from secondary and even tertiary commentaries of their works and the opinions of their professors)) or just opinion (no finger pointing for now), or they blather on about stuff I already intuitively know or don’t care about. Still open for suggestions, though.


1. There is no substantive difference between a muffin and a cupcake.

2. Everybody knows who Ingrid Bergman was, but how many of you have actually watched any of her movies? To the bitter end? And liked it?

On Religion And Theology

Philosophy is like being in a dark room looking for a black cat.

Metaphysics is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat that isn’t there.

Theology is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat that isn’t there and shouting “I found it!”.

~ Some guy on the Internet

I came across this on the Internet. I don’t know who the author is, so he shall remain uncredited, suffice to say I didn’t come up with it, but I thought it was pretty clever and approve of the message

Nice Car = Lazy Driver?

Has anyone noticed how it’s the people driving the most expensive cars who circle the parking lot endlessly in search of the spot nearest the mall entrance?