I suppose nothing should surprise me which goes through the weak minds of people who think that it'd be a good idea to elect Donald Trump President of the United States, but the level of their idiocy has still managed to surprise me twice in the past couple of days, both times having to do with the intersection of politics and show biz.
First, fans of the movie Murrkin Sniper were outraged because the star of the movie, Bradley Cooper, attended the Democratic National Convention, in clear violation of the agreement he signed, never to attend any political function without the approval of Murrkin Sniper's director, Clint Eastwood --
Wait, wait. I forgot: Cooper never signed such an agreement. No actor has ever signed such an agreement upon making a movie, no author when publishing a book, no recording artist, ever, either (more about that shortly).
And even if Cooper did sign such an agreement, which apparently exists in the minds of some of his most moronic fans, not even Clint Eastwood, enormously overrated as an artist, and dumb enough to talk to an empty chair at a Republican National Convention for the length of an entire excruciating sketch, not even Mumblin' Clint is stupid enough to think he has any right to tell actors what their politics need to be just because they've slummed and worked with him.
Then I saw a headline about how Katy Perry's fans were furious with her for singing at the Democratic Convention. I stared at that headline and strained to imagine how Katy Perry's fans could think this was somehow there business. I've thought of her music, her videos, her general demeanor all as exuding messages like "You are amazing, everybody!" and "Sexuality is fun, hahaha!" rather than things like "Bow down in shame before Jesus!" Has Katy Perry recorded some gospel music? Yes, it turns out she has, but not since she was a teenager in the earliest months of the 21st century. But what is ticking these fans off is not what Katy did when she was a teenager, but before that: she was born to evangelical pastors. Because of how she was born, some of her Republicans fans are trying to tell her what's what. Those parents are still around, and they're still evangelicals and they're Republicans, but as far as I can tell they still get along with Katy and treat as if she has the right to live her own life.
Oh, but parents is one thing, fans is another.
I might not ever get famous before I die. I hope I do, and that I get a whole bunch of crazy fans I can insult in my daily life and in my work and in interviews, and take out restraining orders against. But just in case I die before I get fans who expect things from me, let me just say to each and every one of them right now, in a special individual posthumous message for each one: Fuck you, you psycho. Get your own damn life. This one was mine.
Of course, that's just me talking to imaginary posthumous fans. How Cooper or Perry react to their psycho fans -- is no more my business than what Cooper or Perry do is those fans' business.
But I feel like I do have more of a right, somewhat more, to say to the MSM: tell us all how stupid these people are. Say it, on the air and in print, don't wait until the commercial break to explode, if you do that you're wasting the best you have to give: the TRUTH. Tell us how stupid, how frigging INSANE they are. Tell them. Admit to yourselves, at long last, that that whole thing about "objective journalism" was a mirage and a mistake. Give the public the benefit of your knowledge before morons who think the politics of movie stars and recording artists is their business take over the whole damn country because you were too "objective" to warn anyone. When one side is normal, clear-thinking people and the other side is a bunch of idiots and sociopaths, and you struggle and strive to act as if both sides were the same, that's not objectivity, it's a strong right-wing bias.
Sing us out, Katy, Snoop!
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Friday, March 18, 2016
Great Big Fat Guy, Day 140
Yesterday I had another big arugula salad, but I think I put too much proteins and fat into it.
And then late last night I ate an entire box of TGIF frozen mozarella sticks at one sitting. I didn't feel so great after that. And I said to myself: "I think I just ate a pound of cheese." This morning I went and looked at the information on the box, and, yes: net weight over 17 ounces and almost all of that was cheese, so, yeah, either a pound of cheese, or close to it.
If you want to lose weight you shouldn't go around eating a pound of cheese at one sitting.
And the mozzarella sticks weren't even very good. I think it's past time for me to stop trying to figure out what the whole excitement is about mozzarella sticks, and accept that I'm just one of those people who doesn't love them. I'm not crazy about chili cheese fries either, which makes me wonder whether I'm one of those people -- one of those rare people, to judge from what some say -- who wouldn't like poutine. [PS, 22. Oct 2020: Since writing this post I've had poutine and liked it very much -- but I had it at Zingerman's Roadhouse in Ann Arbor, and they're geniuses, so I'm still not at all sure whether I'd like just ANY old poutine.] And of course, none of this is bad news for someone who wants to lose weight.
I'll chalk up mozzarella sticks to experience, maybe spend a little more time looking at nutritional information before I eat something. Also, I'll keep in mind that the day before yesterday, after I ate that salad which was really a salad and not a big pile of fattening stuff mixed with arugula, I felt good. Then yesterday when I mixed too much fattening stuff into the arugula salad, afterwards I didn't feel great. And even less so after the 1300-calorie pound of cheese.
Also today I lost my temper and screamed at somebody on the phone who totally didn't deserve that. I don't know exactly how that's related to the rest of this post, except that I often hear people talk about a link between obesity and unresolved issues. I've often heard the phrase "eating your feelings." In any case, I can't go around screaming at people. I'm 54 years old, I should grow up.
The other day somebody on TV, I think it was an LA rapper on the Vice TV program "Noisey," said that getting rich and famous doesn't change you, it just makes you more like you are. Is he right? I plan on being a rich and famous writer very soon. Will that make me weigh 500 pounds? Or will it increase the part of me that exercises?
You know what, I don't really believe that. I think getting rich and famous will change a lot of things about me, for the better. I don't think it will destroy me. I think I'm going to lose weight and scream less at people who don't deserve it, because those are changes that I want which are within my control, and I want them enough that they'll happen, and I think those things will be unaffected by my financial circumstances and popularity. I think getting rich and famous will greatly improve my social life, because I'll be popular. I don't think I'll let a lot of fake friends ruin things for me or blow a fortune on Faberge eggs or make a drunken spectacle of myself. As far as making a spectacle of myself at all, that ship may have sailed when I was born autistic, but learning about my condition helps.
I don't think I use being autistic as an excuse for being an asshole. 2 different people have accused me of that. Those 2 people may know each other, but as far as I know, they don't, and they came up with that assessment of me independently. Unless it's some sort of slogan... *googling* Hm, yes, it does seem to be sort of a slogan, which makes it less of a coincidence that 2 different people accused me of it. Anyway, I don't think I do it. I'm aware that I'm an asshole sometimes -- that alone, of course, puts me ahead of some assholes -- and I'm not proud of it, and I'm not trying to get away with it, I'm trying to improve. Being autistic was no excuse for screaming on the phone today. There was no excuse for that.
Saying that i think those 2 people were wrong with their criticism doesn't mean that I ignore criticism. Before coming to the conclusion that those people were wrong about me using autism as an excuse, I thought about it quite a lot.
What if that rapper is exactly right, and the part of me that fame and fortune magnifies is the part that constantly wants to improve? That'd be pretty cool, as long as I watch out about getting a swelled head.
Free Your Mind... and Your Ass Will Follow. That's the title of Funkadelic's 2nd album, and maybe some fairly good advice as well.
Time for Katy:
And then late last night I ate an entire box of TGIF frozen mozarella sticks at one sitting. I didn't feel so great after that. And I said to myself: "I think I just ate a pound of cheese." This morning I went and looked at the information on the box, and, yes: net weight over 17 ounces and almost all of that was cheese, so, yeah, either a pound of cheese, or close to it.
If you want to lose weight you shouldn't go around eating a pound of cheese at one sitting.
And the mozzarella sticks weren't even very good. I think it's past time for me to stop trying to figure out what the whole excitement is about mozzarella sticks, and accept that I'm just one of those people who doesn't love them. I'm not crazy about chili cheese fries either, which makes me wonder whether I'm one of those people -- one of those rare people, to judge from what some say -- who wouldn't like poutine. [PS, 22. Oct 2020: Since writing this post I've had poutine and liked it very much -- but I had it at Zingerman's Roadhouse in Ann Arbor, and they're geniuses, so I'm still not at all sure whether I'd like just ANY old poutine.] And of course, none of this is bad news for someone who wants to lose weight.
I'll chalk up mozzarella sticks to experience, maybe spend a little more time looking at nutritional information before I eat something. Also, I'll keep in mind that the day before yesterday, after I ate that salad which was really a salad and not a big pile of fattening stuff mixed with arugula, I felt good. Then yesterday when I mixed too much fattening stuff into the arugula salad, afterwards I didn't feel great. And even less so after the 1300-calorie pound of cheese.
Also today I lost my temper and screamed at somebody on the phone who totally didn't deserve that. I don't know exactly how that's related to the rest of this post, except that I often hear people talk about a link between obesity and unresolved issues. I've often heard the phrase "eating your feelings." In any case, I can't go around screaming at people. I'm 54 years old, I should grow up.
The other day somebody on TV, I think it was an LA rapper on the Vice TV program "Noisey," said that getting rich and famous doesn't change you, it just makes you more like you are. Is he right? I plan on being a rich and famous writer very soon. Will that make me weigh 500 pounds? Or will it increase the part of me that exercises?
You know what, I don't really believe that. I think getting rich and famous will change a lot of things about me, for the better. I don't think it will destroy me. I think I'm going to lose weight and scream less at people who don't deserve it, because those are changes that I want which are within my control, and I want them enough that they'll happen, and I think those things will be unaffected by my financial circumstances and popularity. I think getting rich and famous will greatly improve my social life, because I'll be popular. I don't think I'll let a lot of fake friends ruin things for me or blow a fortune on Faberge eggs or make a drunken spectacle of myself. As far as making a spectacle of myself at all, that ship may have sailed when I was born autistic, but learning about my condition helps.
I don't think I use being autistic as an excuse for being an asshole. 2 different people have accused me of that. Those 2 people may know each other, but as far as I know, they don't, and they came up with that assessment of me independently. Unless it's some sort of slogan... *googling* Hm, yes, it does seem to be sort of a slogan, which makes it less of a coincidence that 2 different people accused me of it. Anyway, I don't think I do it. I'm aware that I'm an asshole sometimes -- that alone, of course, puts me ahead of some assholes -- and I'm not proud of it, and I'm not trying to get away with it, I'm trying to improve. Being autistic was no excuse for screaming on the phone today. There was no excuse for that.
Saying that i think those 2 people were wrong with their criticism doesn't mean that I ignore criticism. Before coming to the conclusion that those people were wrong about me using autism as an excuse, I thought about it quite a lot.
What if that rapper is exactly right, and the part of me that fame and fortune magnifies is the part that constantly wants to improve? That'd be pretty cool, as long as I watch out about getting a swelled head.
Free Your Mind... and Your Ass Will Follow. That's the title of Funkadelic's 2nd album, and maybe some fairly good advice as well.
Time for Katy:
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Great Big Fat Guy, Day 138
In order to make a salad which Great Big Fat Guy would really like, rather than just eating it to be good, we took the bus to Flavor Town.
Instead of lettuce, arugula. If you're wondering what arugula is: if you're like me, arugula is something which will make you ask: why does anybody ever eat lettuce?! It's a leafy green vegetable with a strong, spicy flavor. So, the salad was mainly arugula. A big bowl full of arugula. This was a big salad. A medium-sized tomato and a small white onion were chopped up and added.
Then, the salad was topped with: 3 pieces of Wasa Crisp n Light 7 Grain Crackerbread, crushed up to make croutons; a sprinkle of parmesan cheese (the good stuff: the cheap Kroger's store brand from the clear plastic container with the green plastic lid, grated, not shredded, and not the gourmet stuff that costs 4 times as much), blue cheese dressing, and -- a tin of anchovies. All the olive oil from the tin went into the salad, then the anchovies were chopped up and added.
THAT, my friends, was a FLAvorful SAlad! I enjoyed eating it rather than wishing I was having a sandwich or pasta instead. I don't know whether I've ever said something like that about a lettuce-based salad. Also, anchovies are almost never a mistake to me. (I realize that not everyone feels that way about anchovies.)
Katy, you know what to do:
Thanks, Katy. That was weird! But the visuals were nice.
Instead of lettuce, arugula. If you're wondering what arugula is: if you're like me, arugula is something which will make you ask: why does anybody ever eat lettuce?! It's a leafy green vegetable with a strong, spicy flavor. So, the salad was mainly arugula. A big bowl full of arugula. This was a big salad. A medium-sized tomato and a small white onion were chopped up and added.
Then, the salad was topped with: 3 pieces of Wasa Crisp n Light 7 Grain Crackerbread, crushed up to make croutons; a sprinkle of parmesan cheese (the good stuff: the cheap Kroger's store brand from the clear plastic container with the green plastic lid, grated, not shredded, and not the gourmet stuff that costs 4 times as much), blue cheese dressing, and -- a tin of anchovies. All the olive oil from the tin went into the salad, then the anchovies were chopped up and added.
THAT, my friends, was a FLAvorful SAlad! I enjoyed eating it rather than wishing I was having a sandwich or pasta instead. I don't know whether I've ever said something like that about a lettuce-based salad. Also, anchovies are almost never a mistake to me. (I realize that not everyone feels that way about anchovies.)
Katy, you know what to do:
Thanks, Katy. That was weird! But the visuals were nice.
Friday, March 11, 2016
Great Big Fat Guy, Day 133
In a few weeks I'll have a medical checkup and I'll know whether I've been losing weight or gaining or whatever. Feels like I've been being good, but it's often felt like that in the past, and then I weigh myself and see that I'm still between 290 and 300 pounds. It's been a long, long time since I've stepped on a scale and got a reading under 290.
In addition to daily moving around (aka aerobics) and stretching and push-ups and crunches, for a while (I don't know how long), every day after my crunches I've attempted to doan upward dog. Okay, I did an image search so I could show you a picture of what I'm talking about, and apparently, what I've been calling an upward dog is not an upward dog at all. Every day after my crunches, while still lying on my back with my legs bent, I've put my palms flat on the floor and attempted to rise up into this position:
Whatever that position is actually called [PS, 11 July 2022: It's called a bridge.], I used to be able to do that. It used to be no big deal for me to do that. One time I saw how many reps I could do: flat on my back to fully extended and back was one rep. Sort of like a push-up, but face-up. I did a set of 12 reps. Whatever you call it, it's also been years since I've done one of those. So now, for a while, every day at the end of my crunches, I've attempted to do that. Typically I get off of the ground and hold myself off of the floor for a while with no problem, but I can't get anywhere near fully extended, as in the photo. I hope someday I'll be doing those again. Maybe even try to break my personal best of 12 reps. I don't know whether my current inability to do even one full arch (I guess they're called back arches or something like that) is due to weak arms or an inflexible back or both or something else altogether. I know that it's aggravating not to be able to do it. Feels like I'm not really me at the moment.
Sing us out, Katy:
In addition to daily moving around (aka aerobics) and stretching and push-ups and crunches, for a while (I don't know how long), every day after my crunches I've attempted to do
Whatever that position is actually called [PS, 11 July 2022: It's called a bridge.], I used to be able to do that. It used to be no big deal for me to do that. One time I saw how many reps I could do: flat on my back to fully extended and back was one rep. Sort of like a push-up, but face-up. I did a set of 12 reps. Whatever you call it, it's also been years since I've done one of those. So now, for a while, every day at the end of my crunches, I've attempted to do that. Typically I get off of the ground and hold myself off of the floor for a while with no problem, but I can't get anywhere near fully extended, as in the photo. I hope someday I'll be doing those again. Maybe even try to break my personal best of 12 reps. I don't know whether my current inability to do even one full arch (I guess they're called back arches or something like that) is due to weak arms or an inflexible back or both or something else altogether. I know that it's aggravating not to be able to do it. Feels like I'm not really me at the moment.
Sing us out, Katy:
Friday, November 6, 2015
Great Big Fat Guy, Day 7
In my last Great Big Fat Guy post I mentioned that I've never been much of a runner. But last night I dreamed about running and enjoying it a lot more than I usually do, running really fast and for quite a while, and I remembered that recently, I have enjoyed some long and fast spontaneous spur-of-the-moment runs while I've been out for a walk.
But when I was awake this morning I thought: wait a minute: have I actually run like that a few times recently (over the course of the past year or so), or have I only dreamed about it a few times recently?
And the strange thing is: I honestly don't know whether I've done that for real or only in dreams. I mean: I know I've had a few short bursts of running of up to maybe 50 yards or so. But I was thinking that recently I'd run a lot farther than that at a stretch. And I don't know whether I really did, or if I just dreamed it. Isn't that weird?
My lower legs are fine. No shin splints or other serious injuries. It was just some muscles waking up and yelling, "Hey! What are you DOING to us?!" They're with the program now.
I have some aches and pains, but they're all okay. Some fitness enthusiasts who are young and lucky enough never to have faced serious injury or illness yet like to say,
"Pain is just weakness leaving the body."
But that's not always true. Sometimes pain is a broken bone or a kidney stone, to give just 2 examples with which I am personally familiar.
But the aches and pains I'm having now are just weakness leaving my body.
Always remember to stretch. A lot. How much should you stretch? If you can, go and watch a high-level track team stretching, see how long it goes on and on. Stretch a lot, do it carefully, stop when it hurts.
In conclusion: Katy Perry remains very, very, very pretty. To be painfully honest about it, I don't know if I like any of her songs besides "Firework." But there's never been any law against watching a music video with the sound off. Thnk yu verr mutch pleez! Ah still thinkz that Katy iz sooper awesumz!!! (I'm a tiny little kitten!!!)
But when I was awake this morning I thought: wait a minute: have I actually run like that a few times recently (over the course of the past year or so), or have I only dreamed about it a few times recently?
And the strange thing is: I honestly don't know whether I've done that for real or only in dreams. I mean: I know I've had a few short bursts of running of up to maybe 50 yards or so. But I was thinking that recently I'd run a lot farther than that at a stretch. And I don't know whether I really did, or if I just dreamed it. Isn't that weird?
My lower legs are fine. No shin splints or other serious injuries. It was just some muscles waking up and yelling, "Hey! What are you DOING to us?!" They're with the program now.
I have some aches and pains, but they're all okay. Some fitness enthusiasts who are young and lucky enough never to have faced serious injury or illness yet like to say,
"Pain is just weakness leaving the body."
But that's not always true. Sometimes pain is a broken bone or a kidney stone, to give just 2 examples with which I am personally familiar.
But the aches and pains I'm having now are just weakness leaving my body.
Always remember to stretch. A lot. How much should you stretch? If you can, go and watch a high-level track team stretching, see how long it goes on and on. Stretch a lot, do it carefully, stop when it hurts.
In conclusion: Katy Perry remains very, very, very pretty. To be painfully honest about it, I don't know if I like any of her songs besides "Firework." But there's never been any law against watching a music video with the sound off. Thnk yu verr mutch pleez! Ah still thinkz that Katy iz sooper awesumz!!! (I'm a tiny little kitten!!!)
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