Shaping up for winter

I’m going to break away from the year in review for a little bit here. I still need to do my books of the year but that can wait until next week, in part because I’m still finishing off something I’ve been reading for two weeks. Plus, I don’t know if those lists are interesting to read. However, they are just a blast to write and every once in a while what I write in this blog is purely for my own enjoyment.

That probably ties to a great comment from earlier this week: whether I’m more scared by the fact that I’ve written 300 pages or by the fact that people have actually read 300 pages that I wrote. Scared really isn’t the right word here. I’m impressed of myself that I have been this prolific but it isn’t that unusual. On Sunday I created my “journal2006” file in Word, marking my ninth year of keeping a writer’s journal. I never wrote as much as I am now but the goal was always to write every day and now I am finally achieving that goal. And that fact that people have read all of this doesn’t scare me, it absolutely floors me. I like to think that what I write is funny and interesting but knowing that there is an audience makes me think that maybe, just maybe, I might actually have some talent. Not much, but some.

Anyway, some more interesting notes from my life. I have apparently come down with my annual winter cold. This happens to me every year, usually around the holidays. I get the sinus cold from hell and can’t breathe for the next two weeks. I started coming down with it on Monday (immediately after I did three miles on the treadmill). If this teaches me one thing, it is that I should never, ever exercise.

Yes, I’m starting to exercise again. It’s not a resolution, it is simply something that I have to do. I am carrying more weight than I should and I’ve reached that age where I have to start eating healthy and exercise and worry about my cholesterol. Sigh. Also, Celebrity Fit Club 3 has just started on VH1 so I have something to compare myself to and some of the people on that show are my exact height and weight. I figure if Young MC can lose weight, so can I. It is great to see that show continue in its efforts to find the lowest level celebrities imaginable. Does Tempest Bledsoe even count as a celebrity? How does a guy who starred in Grease make the cut? And how has Ashton Kutcher filmed Beauty and the Geek 2 without my getting a casting call? Talk about a miscarriage of justice.

Ok, last thought based on something I saw on Ticketmaster today. We are talking the ultimate concert of the year here. Harrah’s Casino. Valentine’s Day. Air Supply. I am so there, assuming that I can get a date. I can’t see how anyone could turn me down. I’ll just be like, “Hey Baby. You. Me. Valentine’s Day. Air Supply.” That line is so money. Heck, I’ll even throw in dinner at Sizzler because I’m just that type of guy.