"That Stuff Will Rot Your Brain..."

So it's been said of our generation we watch entirely too much television and too many movies. To which I've always replied, "No such thing." But, I'm starting to think our parents were right because I think popular culture has finally broken my brain.

The last few nights I've been having the weirdest dreams. Usually, I don't even remember my dreams because they're so boring and mundane. In fact, they're so commonplace on rare occassions I've had trouble distinguishing between them and real life. So periodically I'll say things to myself like, "Did I ACTUALLY go to Subway yesterday?" But, all of sudden Hollywood has finally broken through into my subconscience.

Two nights ago I dreamt I was hanging out in Trenton, NJ with Samuel L. Jackson. Although, he wasn't really Samuel L. Jackson but more like a non-descript Samuel L. Jackson character like the guy he played in Die Hard 3 or Snakes on a Plane. And, then last night I dream I'm on vacation with my parents waiting for a train, and I look over and my mother is talking to two girls-it's the Hilton sisters! And, I wake up and I'm like, "What the hell is wrong with my dreams lately?"

I mean, granted, it's not the first time I've dreamt about Paris Hilton. But, usually, it's just the one dream over and over again. She goes on a talk show to promote a movie she's going to be in or that album she made, and I just walk out of the audience and proceed to bop her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. And, I say, "Paris! No! Look at me. NO," you know, maintaining eye contact the whole time so she knows that I'm the alpha male...

The Successes and Failures of Preventing the Early Grave

A month ago I posted a blog about how I was trying to get in shape. Now usually, a month later after that type of resolution I'd already have given up entirely. And, mostly because being healthy is really hard, but being unhealthy feels really good. But, I'm trying, which has yielding successes and failures.

I went surfing today for the first time in over a year. Unfortunately, despite mustering up the effort there were no waves whatsoever. I actually got more of a workout buying the movie, Blue Crush, than I did today surfing. Still I felt like it was a moral victory.

I had written in my last post on this subject that I had given beer and cigarettes. The bad news, the beer didn't take. I've cut down, definitely. But, it just didn't work out with total barley/hops abstinence, and I'll tell you why-beer is the drink of the people, the common man. And, I'm nothing if not a man of the people. I think I went about 10 days without a beer which tops my record in the last five years by about ten days... Athough in my defense, I had like ten beers the whole month and there was a time, and I'm not proud of this, that if I had drank 10 beers, that meant it was about 7 P.M. on any given day. Moral Victory.

I am however, much more proud to say that I have not had a single cigarette in a month and have no desire to. ...I did smoke a lot of cigars though, like A LOT. But, not because I enjoy them, but because I'm trying to be more like my idol Groucho Marx...who I think was one of the three Stooges...Moral Victory.

I think I had a point when I started-something about Rome not being built in a day. Well, what have you.