I feel so...so...cheated?

So this happened to me LAST weekend, but I'm just getting my lazy ass in gear to post it now.

It was last Saturday, and I'm flipping through the channels on TV while making dinner. I land on the movie Goodfellas. Score! Great movie, one of those I'll watch anytime it's on. So I go about doing my stuff, peeking at the TV every once in a while, until the commercials came on, and the first spot was for Vagisil, or Massengil, or something of the like.

Working in the media, I know how advertisers will buy spots to maximize their reach to potential buyers or customers, and I'm thinking "What? Why are they advertising THAT on Spike TV?" That was my mistake. I just naturally assumed that Goodfellas was on Spike, since every other of the 1000 times its been on TV, it's been on Spike. Well not this time. I grab my remote, look at the digital cable display, and realize that I had been duped into watching:



I feel so ashamed as a man.

But honestly. I know women probably like Goodfellas as a movie, but enough to have it show on LIFETIME?

I swear if I find "Serendipity" on Spike TV, I'm giving up on TV for good.

I’m becoming the smelly guy at work....

So I realized recently that I’m starting to become the smelly guy at work.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I bathe daily, and I don’t wear the same clothes for three days in a row, so it’s not like I’m actively TRYING to become the smelly guy. I just blame the City of Pittsburg.

A week or so ago, I mentioned that I need a haircut. But I’m just letting my hair get shaggy... well... because I work in radio and can get away with it. So I haven’t got a haircut since before Christmas. Well it’s partly because of this that I’m becoming the smelly guy.

Let’s combine a few factors in.

A.) I have a pretty thick head of hair.
B.) Pittsburg City water...well...sucks.
C.) I swim a lot of laps in the pool.

And recently, because of the Shin Splints, I’ve been swimming more laps, since under doctor’s orders I should take it easy on my legs.

Mix all of this together, and there are some days (especially when I get to work and my hair is still semi-wet) when my hair smells like... I guess wet dog is the best way to describe it?


I know this blog post doesn’t do a damn thing for my attractiveness and single status, but I figured I needed to defend myself from my co-workers probably whispering behind my back, and whenever I get my next haircut, I can hand over the title of "Office Smelly Guy" to someone else. Although even with wet-dog hair, I really can’t compete with the "Smelly Guy" winner. Who will go unnamed.




At least I’m didn’t get my dad’s bald genes.

Dear Smartass at the Gym,


Dear Smartass at the Gym,

Was it your idea to put a METRIC scale in the locker room today? I step on the scale, start fiddling with the weights, and then realize I have no clue why it looks like I lost 100 pounds in a day.

I get it. The rest of the world. They're hip to the Metric system. They'll buy a kilo or two of ground beef at the store, they'll run a couple of kilometers on the treadmill.

I haven't taken a math class in nearly seven years. And even then, I gave up on that class because I got accepted into college and didn't need the math class. (My teacher LOVED me when I asked "What do I need to do just to pass?) So now, I have no clue how to mentally do the conversion, and I don't just happen to carry a conversion table in my gym bag.

Switch it back to the regular scale damn it. And stop trying to conform to the rest of the world!

And I'm going to go celebrate weighing 78 kilograms.

Music Video of the Day!

Ok... So I have nothing meaningful to post today, so I figured... let's bring back the Music Video of the Day feature!


I consider myself a Music Video conniseur... it's a lost art now that MTV really doesn't play ANY videos. Either way, I'll bring new, old, weird, popular, forgotten, and sometimes completely unknown music videos. And if once in a while I repeat... uh... sue me.

Today's video...

Beavis and Butthead featuring Cher- "I Got You Babe"

The $5,500 Girl

It's the girl that the world is talking about. Elliot Spitzer's um... escort has been identified, as a 22 year old musician from New York City. There are stories about an abusive past and more, which is sad, and it sucks she's getting thrust into the limelight, but I will give Spitzer SOME credit. He didn't go all Hugh Grant and get a nasty looker, or accidentally pick up a Tranny. She's a cute girl. Maybe not $5,500 cute... but definitely cute.

Check her out for yourself:

It's Like Hearing "Oops!" during surgery...

It’s like hearing "Oops!" during surgery...

I had a routine cleaning at the dentist today. Nothing special, and I have no problem with going to the dentist's office anyway. (Bring on the noise of the drill! WHRRRR!)

At my dentist's office, they have these cool flat screen TVs above the chair, so when you're laying back, you can watch TV and not worry about what's going on in your mouth. This has to be GREAT for little kids who may be scared.

Well CNN Headline news was on the TV as I laid back for the cleaning, and the FIRST news story that pops up?

GIRL DIES AT DENTIST

I was never nervous at the dentist BEFORE....

No omen though. Ended with no cavities. Score!

Signs I Need a Haircut:

Last time I got a haircut was back right before Christmas. Since then, I just haven't taken the time to go and get it cut. Now, my sideburns are curling to the point where it looks like I should be performing a briss. (OK. Not THAT bad... but still...)

But as I'm looking at it... I'm debating. What if I go for that shaggy look? Hmm. So I post some pictures, and ask your opinion. Get a haircut damn dirty hippie? Or hey! That doesn't look too bad.

Lemme know. Although with my parents heading out here for Easter... I'll probably get a haircut then :)

You guys want MySpace profile style pics? Plus you get to see my oh-so-lovely bathroom.

HEALTH WARNING- Occupation May Prove Hazardous To Your Health:

If you were listening to the station this morning, you probably heard a nice long stretch where it was just music and music and music, and I was nowhere to be found. Simply put, we were having some technical issues in studio, and I was running around the building on different phones talking to tech support.

The key word here is RUNNING. Running from the studio, to my office, to the server room, and back and forth checking settings on various computers. So what's the problem with the running? I'm in pretty damn good shape (not to brag), and running is no problem.

It's just that my doctor ordered me not to run for 4 weeks. Thanks to some lovely SHIN SPLINTS! The VERY NEXT DAY... I find myself running all over the building making sure we stay on the air. Nothing like disobeying doc's orders right away. I'm going to go back to slightly hobbling around now, and if I'm gone for a week or so... let's say I'm getting reconstructive surgery or something. K?

I'm going to go fill out a form for workman's comp....

-beej