They Run New York.

I might have been the first idiot at the NYC Marathon. Not because I'm a punctual guy but because I'm the only fool that thought it started at 7:30AM. The real action started a few hours later and I got to witness it. Originally my only intention was to see how fast the elite men and women were. They flew. It was absolutely incredible. But the thing that impressed me the most was how many people came out to cheer on ALL of the marathon runners/wheelchair racers/weirdos that wore costumes. There were all sorts of people partaking in the festivities, bands at every corner, and an overwhelming amount of screaming support. At times it was a lot to take in. but it was all very worth it. "I'm definitely doing this next year," was the statement of the day. Although I'm not signing up just yet, it was all very inspiring and fun. It was great to see people support each other even if it was just for a few hours. They are undoubtedly back to hating.

The one thing that I will never forget...the really flamboyant gay guy trying to cross the street when the marathon was in full motion. Sorry I couldn't pull out the camera fast enough. It was a sight to see.

I was standing right next to the "Mile 11" marker. They flew by at around the 53rd minute. I found myself wondering what I could accomplish in 53 minutes. You know what I thought of? Absolutely nothing.

These ladies were sculptures. Just skin over pure steel. Get it girls.

Some "regular" runners. I did a poor job capturing the band in the background that had all the runner's pumped. (And the 50 year-old cheerleaders that danced and yelled the entire time I stood across from them.)

This wasn't the band I liked the most. That award goes to 7 Billion Units. But these guys rocked their dicks off just as well.

A few days ago I said that watching the marathon was like watching evolution of modern humans in real time: The pure specimens at the front (comparable to gazelles and other fast-as-shit animals) and the fatso Americans in the back (Fast Food Nation). But I was wrong, we didn't even get the full spectrum of human body types. The big people in the back are probably closer to the "Superhuman" side of the spectrum because they were actually participating in a 26.2 mile race. While I was busy prematurely judging all of the participants I failed to realize that the people on the other side of the spectrum weren't anywhere near the marathon. They were "busy" sitting at home eating Doritos and watching football. Or they were "busy" talking about their high school football days. Or they were "busy" saying, "Why would anyone ever want to run that far and for that long?" They were "busy" being "busy." You know what? They were "busy"...and apparently so was I.

Just jump already.

Today I had to turn in a few job applications. A process which should have taken a half hour ended up taking almost two because some boners decided to film what's sure to be a great straight-to-DVD classic. I asked a few people what the movie was going to be hoping that it would star a few people that I respect. Instead they told me they had no idea but knew the name was "Man On A Ledge." When I got home and discovered the lead was Sam Worthington of "Avatar" I quickly became disgusted. I don't really know anything about the guy but if someone is going to make my day a hassle, their name better be James Franco or Derrick Rose and they better be giving me tips on how to pick up hardbodiez. I would have been far less bothered if there was actually a man on a ledge. That would surely be far more entertaining than what this movie is going to be. Somewhere there is a man on a ledge because his day got ruined by a "Man On A Ledge." Look at that. In a matter of 5 minutes I've already thought of a plot to a movie that would be way more interesting and a hell of a lot more entertaining. You can have that one Hollywood. The next one is going to cost you.

And why were so many of the gathered audience so Polish-looking? I was unaware of that stereotype. Ya learn something new every single day.


I can tell Sam is a fan of New Kids On The Block. And I can tell his buddy dreams of giving them reach-arounds. Is "reach-around" hyphenated? Or is it reach-a-round? Actually I like that better, it makes it sounds like a carnival ride. And maybe sometimes it is.

Play by Play.

Depression - 1 Cold shower- 0

One more time.

This is what I've been up to.

My boy Bron Bron.

I love Lebron James. I really do. Not necessarily because he's the best basketball player on the planet, but because he seems like a quality human being (and he knows how to wear a goddamn suit!). I spend so much time bitching about how ignorant and delusional people act that I truly find it surprising that a guy that has everything in the world still seems like a guy that would be fun to hang out with. It really shouldn't be hard to be a cool guy when you have millions of dollars but that is often not the case. (Tiger Woods is a very sad man). The selfish side of me wants him to come to the Bulls, the romantic in me wants to see him stay in Cleveland, the bitter side of me wants the New York Knicks and the Miami Heat to go under. He won't win in New York and the Miami Heat are going to wish they could keep up with this year's Bulls. No matter what happens tomorrow one thing will stay the same...

Joakim Noah is the fucking man.

Alrighty then.

The fact that Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor play a gay couple is the most normal thing about this movie. This movie simply sucks. 100% terrible. While trying to decide which of the 400 plots and themes the movie should take on, the beginning is a pure challenge to anyone who can bare getting through all of the stupid jokes and ridiculousness. I had never heard of it and just recently found out that it hasn't been released in America yet. Let's hope that this thing is only released on DVD to the friends and family of the people who helped make it because honestly, the only other people who should be subjected to this torture are the people selling them in China.

My Life.