"Let go"

now here's a mantra i often find myself mumbling.

let go...

just let go. all that shit that you're holding inside that's stressing you out? let go. all those fears? all those insecurities? let go. the girl who got away, the future you were promised but didn't get, the persistent pangs for those whom you've lost?

LET GO.

No me gusta no me gusta no me gusta

Would you let a looney tune cut ya?

quick question: would you be comfortable with a surgeon operating on you who is also an outspoken christian delusionoid? would you be cool with knowing that the person responsible for cutting you open and putting you back together again really believes that there's an invisible man in the sky who hears his thoughts!?!??

personally, i wouldn't.

how could i be comfortable with someone so lazy that he couldn't check his sources cutting me up on an operating table?!?!?!

madness. just plain madness.

it takes years and years and years of study and practice and inquisitive behavior to become a licensed medical doctor. surely, at its lowest level, it requires a good chunk of intelligence.

yet somehow this intelligence easily falls to the outlandishness of "faith" when confronted by the cancers of religion. it's really, really, really fucking hard to un-brainwash someone.

Ready for "epic"

running means a lot to me. it's my drug, my escape, my happy place. without it holding me up the last couple of years, i'm not sure where i'd be.

and it's a strange sport, this running. i mean, what other sport has its elite athletes toe up on the same start line as amateur joes, weekend warriors and the virginally crowned couch-to-5Kers?

this weekend i will put the exclamation mark on what has been the absolute best 16 weeks of training i've ever gutted through by running the coveted chicago marathon. i'm stoked as hell as this will be the my first marathon since my st. louis letdown back in april, where i ended up injuring myself and shelved for six weeks.

this time i trained smarter. i didn't marry a chart, rather, i listened to my body and pushed it when i could, eased back when i had to, and most of all, i tried to remember that THIS SHIT IS FUN!!!!

and realize as i may that no one really gives a fuck how fast or how slow i run a marathon, the competitor within me is dead set on running sunday's race as fast as i can with all of the effort i can muster, no holding back. that's what running is about to me: seeing how far i can go, seeing what i -- as a mortal human fucking being -- can really push myself to do.

I CAN HARDLY WAIT!!!

my pops is coming to run it too. and so is one of my brothers-in-law. i hate to steal one of those kid-cliched interweb memes to describe the potential, but i cannot resist saying it's gonna be EPIC.

Been there, done that

in fact, the only true sign that my last successful relationship was going to fail was this exact scenario just a few days before the wheels fell off.

but, being a dude, i was completely clueless.

good thing i like the internets!

Things that keep me up at night for $200, alex

Elzzup siht tuo erugif uoy nac?

Grocery shopping!!!

okay. that's it. i have to get one of these costumes. i'm tired of watching everybody else have all the fun.

Does god have a flan?

in the imaginations where "god" exists, i'm sure he's quite capable of having a flan. (flan is delicious, by the way. it is my go-to guilty pleasure.)

which reminds me, isn't it convenient that when things work out, delusional folks are quick to note that "god provides" and he often does so "according to his plan"?

so when TEAM A gets its brains bashed in by TEAM B, we can say that it was "part of god's plan" that one team get its ass kicked so brutally. this is, in essence, to say "god" favors one team over another.

just like he favors one people (western based judeo-christians) over another (muslims). right? i mean, that's what the delusionoids are sayin'.

and why does "god's plan" involve so much awful shit? children being molested, women being raped, hardworking folk losing their jobs, natural disasters destroying people's homes... why doesn't god provide in these times of need?

i think we all know the answer. it's just that some of us are okay with it, and some us are... well, DELUSIONAL.

Words, words, words, FUCK YEAH!

for all you loggerheaded crook-pated nut-hooks out there, remember to look at the fawning fly-bitten miscreant next to you and call him a spleeny pottle-deep hugger-mugger!!!!

HOLLA!!!