And on the umpteenth day, God created Xenith.
I took a break from blogging because I thought I was losing something. My early posts were funny. Well, maybe not to others, but I sure cracked myself up. And that's all I really care about.
But somewhere along the way, I kind of lost track of things, and myself in the process. It's got nothing to do with the interweb, but in the last two and a half years, my life has slowly gotten away from me. So it's time to tear some things down and build some things up and try to get back to somewhere that I can once again wax philosophic on the advantages and disadvantages of growing a third arm.
That being said, you may from now on refer to me as Xenith. That's my American Gladiator name. Not Xena, warrior princess, but Xenith... which is like Zenith but cooler because it has an X instead of a Z.
When I was a kid in the mid-ninties, I used to watch the American Gladiators. I freakin' LOVED it. I wanted nothing more than to run through the Gauntlet in a pink spandex suit while pursued by fifteen steroid-pumped women with pecs bigger than my calves. That was my dream... to fight with giant Q-tips, to dodge tennis balls fired at me from afar, to roll around in a giant hamster ball. Joy is a giant hamster ball.
But alas, the hour-long television drama rolled around, and gone were the days of the Gladiator. And I graduated from high school and university, got a few jobs, and suddenly I'm 26 and don't know why I'm doing it any more.
Finally, I have a reason to live! American Gladiators is back on! The likes of Malibu have been replaced by Wolf and Helga, but I have to hand it to the producers for keeping to the original feel of the show.... just plain, old-fashioned trash talking and running into each other. Oh, and this time.... they added fire.
But somewhere along the way, I kind of lost track of things, and myself in the process. It's got nothing to do with the interweb, but in the last two and a half years, my life has slowly gotten away from me. So it's time to tear some things down and build some things up and try to get back to somewhere that I can once again wax philosophic on the advantages and disadvantages of growing a third arm.
That being said, you may from now on refer to me as Xenith. That's my American Gladiator name. Not Xena, warrior princess, but Xenith... which is like Zenith but cooler because it has an X instead of a Z.
When I was a kid in the mid-ninties, I used to watch the American Gladiators. I freakin' LOVED it. I wanted nothing more than to run through the Gauntlet in a pink spandex suit while pursued by fifteen steroid-pumped women with pecs bigger than my calves. That was my dream... to fight with giant Q-tips, to dodge tennis balls fired at me from afar, to roll around in a giant hamster ball. Joy is a giant hamster ball.
But alas, the hour-long television drama rolled around, and gone were the days of the Gladiator. And I graduated from high school and university, got a few jobs, and suddenly I'm 26 and don't know why I'm doing it any more.
Finally, I have a reason to live! American Gladiators is back on! The likes of Malibu have been replaced by Wolf and Helga, but I have to hand it to the producers for keeping to the original feel of the show.... just plain, old-fashioned trash talking and running into each other. Oh, and this time.... they added fire.
posted by M at 9:10 PM
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