So I was checking out my morning blogroll when I read about Cuban olympic tae kwon do-er Angel Matos attacking a referee and I was immediately filled with a warm-hearted gushy love for the Humanistic Olympic Spirit that allows us to bring people of different nationalities, colours and creed together so we can boot each other in the head. Apparently he was upset that he lost the bronze metal match against Kazakhstan because he had over-used his alloted injury-time. Needless to say he recieved a lifetime ban from the international taekwondo ruling body.
I was very eager to see this video, but as is the case with Youtube and affiliated video hosting websites, it had been taken down. Fascists! Anyway because I love my Readers so much I have exhaustively found the video hosted by some german website. Thats right, I have learned German so that my Dear Readers can enjoy only the highest quality web-content!
Ktick - MyVideo
Classic Four On The Floor Sketch...
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Update for the Prying Curious II
Well the summer has been going very well so far.
It all started when I got laid off from my Junk Remover job. I suppose the preparation for that was in the works several weeks leading up to the day. It really wasn't a surprise; a new business means a huge learning curve, plus with the ecoomy making waves (read: rocketing energy costs) my tenure played itself out.
Lately, I have taken up MMA training again. For those of you who don't know MMA means "Mixed Martial Arts" or to those in know, it also means "Major Muscle Aches" it also means I am burning myself out jogging, weightlifting, boxing and kickboxing and doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (or BJJ). I am currently training at Palooka's Boxing Club. I am entering my second month and I already have:
1. Suffered shin splints
2. Pulled my calf
3. Tore my sternoclavicular joint
4. Have tendonitis in both my forearms
Strangely, I really love it. The aches and pains are slowly waning as my physical condition improves and I am left with a delightful sense of accomplishment, a calm mental serenity that can be only achieved by someone who pushes themselves to the limit. The fog of inactivity is lifting and its being replaced by clarity and my body is beginning to feel tight and finely tuned like a violin string.
In my fiscally responsible zeal for reasonably priced athletic training supplements I purchased a tub of protein powder. I say tub, because it is more like a "bathtub" than anything else. Uncommonly heavy, I broke a sweat carrying it home and it left deep red marks in my palms after I dropped it on the floor. It's freshness was sealed in by a long strip around the lid, which I hauled off using a pair of pliers. Grasping firmly on the rim of the lid with my fingers I pulled and I was actually pretty surprised when it never even budged. I tried again, placing my foot on one side and both hands on the other and I heaved, but still I was denied. I might has well been trying to pluck an iron manhole cover out of the road. I looked on the lid cover to see if any particular instructions precluded entrance to my tub of "X-TREME POWER WHEY". One visualisation depicted a hand smoothly pulling off the cover, which meant my technique was sound but the person in the visualisation was apparently some kind of super duper he-man; because when I did it my tendonitis flared up and sweat beaded on my brow. I suppose it would be hard to depict that, anyway.
Now, I have always considered myself to be unaccountably reasonable and when brawn fails to work, I will resort to brains. I fetched my hammer from my tool chest hooked the claw end under the lip of the lid and held the body of the tub down with my feet as best I could and hauled up with all my might. Apparently "all my might" can drift a tub of X-TREME POWER WHEY across the room. Lucky for me, the tub lid stayed on as it crashed to the floor. A truly remarkable design, I thought, and I intend to write to National Defense and have them study this anomaly.
I returned to my tool chest and pondered thoughtfully over all the things I could use to open my protein powder. Weighing the benefits of using my reciprocating saw over my circular saw I decided to use a screwdriver to prise the lid up enough to get my fingers underneath whence I could tear the damnable thing off. I squatted over the tub with my hammer and screwdriver I began to chip away, akin to a mangy-haired primate hunched over a coconut, trying to bust it open with a rock. I was finally able to pierce the lid, and a small rush of air drew in and I could detect the sweet smell of "Creamy Vanilla" flavour. The tub, however, had no intent on giving up its treasure that easily, I could feel the lid fighting against my screwdriver which meant I would have to deftly snatch the opening and tear the lid off before it clapped back together when I removed the screwdriver. I let go of the screwdriver and the lid began snapping shut - wild-eyed and grimacing I snuck my hand under the lid. It closed on my fingers, but I am a consummate champion and therefore endured the pain. Like a circus lion-tamer I pulled open its mighty jaws and with a loud snap, the lid came free.
It was a hard fought battle, Dear Readers, but once again your Author and Humble Servant emerged victorious. I won't lie to you, Dear Readers, the taste of my X-TREME POWER WHEY protein powder is that much sweeter for the victory!
It all started when I got laid off from my Junk Remover job. I suppose the preparation for that was in the works several weeks leading up to the day. It really wasn't a surprise; a new business means a huge learning curve, plus with the ecoomy making waves (read: rocketing energy costs) my tenure played itself out.
Lately, I have taken up MMA training again. For those of you who don't know MMA means "Mixed Martial Arts" or to those in know, it also means "Major Muscle Aches" it also means I am burning myself out jogging, weightlifting, boxing and kickboxing and doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (or BJJ). I am currently training at Palooka's Boxing Club. I am entering my second month and I already have:
1. Suffered shin splints
2. Pulled my calf
3. Tore my sternoclavicular joint
4. Have tendonitis in both my forearms
Strangely, I really love it. The aches and pains are slowly waning as my physical condition improves and I am left with a delightful sense of accomplishment, a calm mental serenity that can be only achieved by someone who pushes themselves to the limit. The fog of inactivity is lifting and its being replaced by clarity and my body is beginning to feel tight and finely tuned like a violin string.
In my fiscally responsible zeal for reasonably priced athletic training supplements I purchased a tub of protein powder. I say tub, because it is more like a "bathtub" than anything else. Uncommonly heavy, I broke a sweat carrying it home and it left deep red marks in my palms after I dropped it on the floor. It's freshness was sealed in by a long strip around the lid, which I hauled off using a pair of pliers. Grasping firmly on the rim of the lid with my fingers I pulled and I was actually pretty surprised when it never even budged. I tried again, placing my foot on one side and both hands on the other and I heaved, but still I was denied. I might has well been trying to pluck an iron manhole cover out of the road. I looked on the lid cover to see if any particular instructions precluded entrance to my tub of "X-TREME POWER WHEY". One visualisation depicted a hand smoothly pulling off the cover, which meant my technique was sound but the person in the visualisation was apparently some kind of super duper he-man; because when I did it my tendonitis flared up and sweat beaded on my brow. I suppose it would be hard to depict that, anyway.
Now, I have always considered myself to be unaccountably reasonable and when brawn fails to work, I will resort to brains. I fetched my hammer from my tool chest hooked the claw end under the lip of the lid and held the body of the tub down with my feet as best I could and hauled up with all my might. Apparently "all my might" can drift a tub of X-TREME POWER WHEY across the room. Lucky for me, the tub lid stayed on as it crashed to the floor. A truly remarkable design, I thought, and I intend to write to National Defense and have them study this anomaly.
I returned to my tool chest and pondered thoughtfully over all the things I could use to open my protein powder. Weighing the benefits of using my reciprocating saw over my circular saw I decided to use a screwdriver to prise the lid up enough to get my fingers underneath whence I could tear the damnable thing off. I squatted over the tub with my hammer and screwdriver I began to chip away, akin to a mangy-haired primate hunched over a coconut, trying to bust it open with a rock. I was finally able to pierce the lid, and a small rush of air drew in and I could detect the sweet smell of "Creamy Vanilla" flavour. The tub, however, had no intent on giving up its treasure that easily, I could feel the lid fighting against my screwdriver which meant I would have to deftly snatch the opening and tear the lid off before it clapped back together when I removed the screwdriver. I let go of the screwdriver and the lid began snapping shut - wild-eyed and grimacing I snuck my hand under the lid. It closed on my fingers, but I am a consummate champion and therefore endured the pain. Like a circus lion-tamer I pulled open its mighty jaws and with a loud snap, the lid came free.
It was a hard fought battle, Dear Readers, but once again your Author and Humble Servant emerged victorious. I won't lie to you, Dear Readers, the taste of my X-TREME POWER WHEY protein powder is that much sweeter for the victory!
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