Saturday, June 6, 2009

The times, they are a-changin'

Back from NYC, and there are going to be some changes around here. I'm going to drop the poetry, adopt a new prose style (see below for a sample), add a few matters of consideration to discussion (professional wrestling), and move the food coverage from occasional discussion of cupcakes and recipes more toward canned beer.

Why, you ask?

Because I have been given a prescription for a patch loaded with pure testosterone, baby! Nobody likes the fact that I dropped 10 pounds in the three weeks between NYC visits, especially since I've spent the last week desperately trying to eat more and drink Ensure. This effort started after I got on the scale, weighed in at 129 pounds (I'm a tad over 6 feet tall), and felt a surge of pre-rational terror that I was starving. So the hormone will hopefully reverse that by stimulating appetite and muscle growth.

Much more on the visit -- and the T -- soon. Enjoy the weekend, everybody.

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New blogging style, at least until they get the dose right. Punchy, verb-oriented: "Me SG. Me hate cancer. Smash! What on TV?"

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

go kick some ass, Big Guy !!!!!

Anonymous said...

Hey, hope a beer, a burger and a good game on TV does you some good

wsr1 said...

That's right--bring on the swagger!

Erin said...

Just took a look at your blog for the first time. Read most of the posts since last year. You write well...like...like...well,like a real testosterone-filled man. Raarhh! Can't wait to see what the new you, the chemically induced cave man, will write.
Best wishes.

Kathy said...

I hate cancer too!
Drag it out by its hair, Fred Flintstone.

Erin said...

Happy Father's Day! Any update?