Agent Schwarzenegger
Over the next couple of weeks, it is my intention to call up my inner Arnie in order to up my own personal brawn quotient. I am looking to build up more muscle behind my voice so that I can act more effectively as a telephone bouncer on my job when necessary. I have been repeatedly told that I am too “nice”. In other words, I’ve been looking for the wicked to get their own way. So, rather than pay $299.95 for someone to teach me to become more assertive (which seems both ultra-wimpy AND foolish), I may start my own program…watching both Terminator I and II, taking up Thai Kickboxing and Brazilian streetfighting, asking Samuel Jackson to be my godfather, eating more spinach….I’ll draw the line at drinking snake blood.
Yeah, it’s been one of those weeks where one comes home and realizes that one feels like Samson post-haircut.
Fortunately, I’ve had plenty of opportunity this weekend to get back into shape for Monday…Lots of gab, a couple of drinks and some Boxercise. A evening at the Royal Albert watching some punk or thrash band may also have fit the ticket, but that didn’t happen. Neither did I have time for drag racing or sparring with Jackie Chan or winning Ben Stein’s money.
I hope to have a more Zen week…Meditation, green tea, maybe a haiku poetry reading and walking barefoot in a light rain shower.
We’ll see.
In the meantime, check out Anil’s site, specifically the link to Triumph, the acid-tongued, cigar-chomping Rottweiler from Late Night…Good for a laugh, unless you’re a Star Wars fan who takes himself too seriously.
My next post will either be about World Cup soccer, the Liberals, a documentary I watched on Vancouver’s Boystown or something completely different. It will dependent on what mood I’m in….
Be brave and be ready for sunrise. Sleep in your soccer jersey so you won’t have to change in the middle of the night.
Posted on June 02, 2002 09:31 PM