The boys at Hunk Du Jour find the best pictures. Despite years of looking at handsome men on the web, this one had escaped me. It was a great way to end the day when I found it in my RSS feed.
Seems Mr. Thomas is somewhat active on the web with his own blog. The blog features regular updates on his various appearances, videos, magazines shoots and other topics. He’s a fitness advisor, model and all around hunk. Head to his blog for some really great videos and photos.
No, this is not another gay post about Brandon Routh’s package in Superman Returns. In fact, it’s got nothing to do with gay or packages at all.
My wonderful husband, Christopher, has become an exercise junkie over the last year or so to tremendous effect. He started with running, discovered the Power 90 DVDs I never used, and now has graduated to P90x – He has a real love hate relationship with Tony Horton.
Christopher looks great. He’s lost about 70 pounds and added a fair bit of muscle. He is super motivated and I should learn from him.
One of the exercises in P90x is the Superman Banana. It’s “simple” but highly effective. You start on your stomach looking like Superman flying with your body arched and hands out. After an excruciating hold, you roll over and look like a banana, on your back with hands and feet up slightly.
It’s an interesting and effective ab/core workout.
Plus it sounds dirty.
ComicBookMovie.com is reporting that Stan Lee is developing a TV show based on a gay super hero.
Stan Lee Goes Gay
Is this a good thing or bad? Discuss.
PS: If you’ve read the book, let me know. I’m curious.
I’ve taken the anti-smoking stance on this blog before, but I’m going to say it again.
I HATE SMOKERS!
I don’t care if you’re nicer than Mother Theresa, rescue puppies from wells and solve world hunger in your spare time. If you smoke, you suck. Period. Sorry. Well, not really sorry.
Tonight, it’s pissing rain in Vancouver. I’ve had a long 10 hour day and I just want to get home, so I drag the dog out of work, let him pee and then coax him into his bag. That was the easy part.
After walking to the bus stop in the pouring rain (did I mention the rain? yeah, I did) I get nicely settled to stand and wait for the bus for 15 minutes. I just missed one while packing the dog.
Little old lady with 4 wheel walker/crawler comes along and plonks down on the bench. No problem. Old, hunched, she’s allowed to sit. On the bench, inside the nice sheltered, dry bus stop.
Then she pulls out the cancer stick and lights up. I LOUDLY exclaim something about the evilness of her and her entire family, grab the dog/bag and stomp off to find another dry space. Luckily her bus comes about 3 minutes later and she leaves. I’ve got 10 minutes to go, so I move back into the now vacant (and stinky) bus shelter.
3 minutes later, an escapee from Surrey (think trailer park meets Brittney) comes along SCREAMING into her cell. Annoying but fine. 30 seconds later, she lights up. I give her a look that I’m sure curled the cheap Walmart-extensions she had in, explain how her whole family is evil, up and down the tree so far she hasn’t even made the evil little ones yet, and leave for my sheltered spot AGAIN.
After about 5 or 6 minutes, my bus FINALLY comes. Turns out Surrey-inmate is coming with. Oh joy. Get on the small bus, head to the back so I have space for Rumble and his bag and sit down.
Behind me is a high & drunk-ass native guy hitting on the poor girl beside him. He compliments her, offers her a toke, a snort and god knows what else, shows her his magic trick with magic pennies (they were actual pennies) and talks about how he lives in the native housing, went to high school with Bryan Adams, knows where Bruce Allen works etc. And of course he stinks of booze and cigs.
While that carries on, the driver of the bus apparently got a new gas peddle and hasn’t figured out how it works. He only knows the speeds 0kph and 60 kph, and doesn’t believe in anything in the middle. I think we all had whiplash.
Did I mention it was raining? Anyway, that was the END of my rather crap-tacular day.
FTFGIFF
Fucking Thank Fucking God It’s Fucking Friday
(I learned that from Surrey Girl – who was heading back to Surrey thankfully)
My pal Gavin shared this on Facebook, here’s the link, but I’ll put the video in here too.
Topless Robot – The Greatest Most Deceptive John Williams Tribute of All Time (Updated)
“Star Wars” – an a capella tribute to John Williams
The young guy is brilliant (and cute) and definitely has WAY too much time on his hands, but whoever edited this together is great. It can’t have been easy.
I especially love the “kiss your brother” bit. Wait for it.
I also like his t-shirts. Oh, I need to get out more.
