How people work out at my gym      

During my workout today, I went to the pectoral fly machines.  One of them had a towel draped around it, a notebook, and a big gallon jug of water next to it, but naturally, no actual person on the machine.  The other one was occupied by a black guy wearing a t-shirt with the Easter candy Peeps on it.  Fine, I can roll with the punches, and so I moved on to other things:

  • 3 sets of 25 abdominal crunches
  • 2 sets of 12 reps triceps extensions
  • 2 sets of 15 reps hip adduction
  • 2 sets of 15 reps hip abduction

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I’m guessing Stephanie’s the Tanner with the Hyundai

This Victorian with the black door and the red brick staircase is the actual Tanner family home from Full House. The door isn’t red like in the show, but make no mistake, this is the actual home.  It is referenced in no fewer than five websites that I’ve cross-referenced to verify this address.

It makes me wonder if the blue Hyundai Tiburon belongs to anyone who lives in the home.  The answer is questionable, because as I discovered for myself, finding parking anywhere in this part of San Francisco is nigh impossible at times, and I too had to park about three blocks away and risk ticket and towing in order to find the time to get on foot and find the Full House house.

It probably isn’t, since I’d imagine the resident(s) of the home actually using the driveway for their car, but for the sake of making a good joke, it’s fun to imagine that it is.

My first assumption is that it has to belong to Stephanie, because after her meth bender, what the fuck has she done to manage to afford anything outside of the old Hyundai class?  But then I realize that Candice Cameron hasn’t exactly set the world on fire either, and that big brother Bible-thumping Kirk has probably had a more successful career in the longer haul.

The sad modernization of Family Feud

Steve Harvey is a pretty funny guy.  I haven’t heard much of his actual standup, but from what I have heard, he’s pretty good.  Good enough to where he’s a pretty familiar name to most people these days.  But quite frankly, not even he can really save what has become of the once popular game show, Family Feud.

I used to love Family Feud, back in the day it was hosted by Richard Dawson.  My parents speak very little English, but even they enjoyed watching Family Feud.  I have a lot of fond memories actually watching Family Feud together with my parents and sister, like a real, stereotypical family.  The questions were basic and general, and just about anyone watching at home could have a fighting chance if they were remotely third-grade educated, or had been simply living for a while.

When I have lunchtime workouts, I’m running on the treadmill at right around the time when today’s Steve Harvey Family Feud reruns are running on what used to be TBS.  I used to watch ESPN, but for a channel that’s supposed to cover all sports, they can’t seem to not stop talking about NFL, NCAA football, golf, or NBA.  It’s almost as if they’re resentful that MLB has their own network, just like the NFL and NBA has, and does whatever they can to Rosa Parks the shit out of baseball coverage.  Needless to say, Steve Harvey Family Feud episodes are a lesser evil, and I’ve been watching them for a few weeks now, prompting me to finally post something about how much it sucks and how wrong it is these days.

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Ingenious website

Through Kotaku, I discovered the site Gourmet Gaming, which I think is a fantastic idea.  Food creations based on the food items utilized in video games, to which there are obviously no shortage of after all these years.  I can’t say that I’m vaguely familiar with many of these creations beyond a just a few here and there, but when they touch on my nostalgia and make creations from them, we’ve got winners.

My favorites are the unknown Golden Axe meat, the Streets of Rage trash-can chicken, and the above pictured Castlevaniabroken-wall turkey.  Clearly, I favor those items that actually do something, as opposed to something in the background, and these are all from very old games, now.  Ugh – they’re OLD, just like me.

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I think I miss The Nabisco Thing

I can’t say I eat a whole lot of Kraft foods.  It’s hard to tell, because apparently Kraft ultimately owns a shit ton of other companies, that I was mostly unaware that were owned by Kraft.  That being said, I read this story recently about how Kraft is rebranding their snack division, and will be soon be called Mondalez International.

The flaw with the statement is that Kraft Foods used the term “snack division.”  Sure, you could technically snack on anything be it an Oscar Meyer hot dog, a glass of Tang, to Kraft cheese single.  But in terms of the traditional snacks of chips, fruit snacks, cookies and crackers, Kraft already has a name for their snack division – Nabisco.

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Simple but brilliant

Hulk Hogan’s mustache classified as new lifeform

I’m not sure how the topic of this came up, but for whatever reason, I was reminded of this brilliant Fark headline back many years ago.  As short as it was, it got right to the point and hit on all the metaphorical cylinders – nostalgia, current events, and love for lobsters.  It’s still floating around my idea of the bar set for what makes a good headline, to this very day.

A stroll through Springfield Mall, circa 2011

There’s really not a whole lot to do anymore, these days. If I don’t already have something to do, some chore, some engagement, or some task that already needs to be done, I’m typically crippled by boredom and not knowing what to do with my day.

This epidemic seems to be three times as bad up in Northern Virginia, in my old stomping grounds. There really isn’t anything to do up here, like at all. Maybe I’m at the age where there doesn’t feel like there’s anything to do outside of the house or work these days in general, but it seems compounded while I’m up here. So Huzzard and I decided to go talk a walk through Springfield Mall, which was the place to go throughout our teenage years.

I mean we all saw it happen, and we know how it happened and that it was happening, but damn, words can’t really express just how much the place has died. Thankfully, there are pictures. The fact that it’s still open at all is pretty amazing in its own right, but at this point, it would probably best if the place were humanely euthanized than go through existence like this.

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