Gasp. Yes, that mini Uno’s appetizer pizza laden with bacon, cheese, potatoes, and sour cream is NOT a diet food! (It’s damn tasty though, I must say.) Nor is it particularly nutritious! Well, this I would beg to differ with, because it seems to me you’re talking all major food groups there: salty, tuber, crust/bread, cheese, and sour cream.
Yawn. Don’t. Care.
Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’d also work on building my diet around the CSPI’s list of Top Ten Evil Foods you Should Never Eat, but it already reads like a typical day for me: chicken pie, Haagen-Dazs, cheesecake, burritos. All healthy stuff if you ask me, perfectly appropriate for elite triathlete training. And now that Krispy Kreme has come out with a whole wheat donut, I can add those too. Sweet! 
I switched my home browser to Firefox. That shit's fast. If you're used to Internet Explorer, it's not much of a switch to use it. IE6 is slow and IE7 has some glitches. Check it out. And, of course, it's also the name of a great 1982 timeless classic movie. I can't put it better than this reviewer at IMDb:A movie so bad, it's brilliant! I remember watching Firefox as a child and being spellbound, as an adult however I watch with an ever increasing sense of hilarity, I think that Eastwood made this film with his tongue firmly in his cheek.The hi-jinks begin when a burnt out Vietnam vet is recruited to steal a new Russian jet, selected purely for his ability to speak Russian, he then proceeds to go to Russia, disguised as a drug dealer, who is already in the country (no passport control in the Rodina?) the poor old dealer is bumped off to the immortal line, "They have killed him Vasily, they have killed Mr Leon Spragg!" The scene is cut before Vasily's reaction can be noted, but it is probably hysterical laughter at his comrades accent. And speaking of accents, Clint walks about dressed in a soviet airbase, in a soviet uniform, and nobody even blinks at his American twang, the Firefox itself, far from being the superior warplane, looks like it was modelled on a pregnant duck, made by airfix and painted with a tin of cheap matt black paint. The rest of the film is a chase sequence, with the obligatory flashback, but needless to say that it all worked out OK! Not Clint's finest hour, but a good way to kill a couple of hours if you are bored!
10:52 - Philip Seymour Hoffman with a very creepy "hi" to start his presentation.
10:54 - Kate Winslett nominated for the movie about Hinsdale, Illinois. Will they need to start calling the winner Dame Helen now?
11:01 - Reese Witherspoon presenting, sending mind-waves to Ryan Phillippe, "you like my dress, babe"
11:04 - Forest Whitaker. Jefferson from Fast Times at Ridgemont High has come a long way. Jeez, everyone from that movie's gone huge and oscar-worthy: Sean Penn, Judge Reinhold ... ok, I guess not everyone.
11:07 - Marty. Finally. What great eyebrows.
11:09 - Jack leering from the wings again. That's odd.
11:10 - Eastwood caught yawning during Marty's speech. Give him a break, he's like 93.
11:13 - Nicholson presenting. Ok, it seems he was called to the stage (or just went there) 29 minutes early. Jack's definitely drunk.
11:14 - The Departed. I wholeheartedly agree, esp since it's the only nominated movie I saw this year.
11:16. Goodnight.
Background: In between periods at Blackhawks games, they pull people from the audience to play a shoot-the-puck-at-the-net style contest that is known to the hockey aficionados in the crowd as “the kid, the geek, and the bimbo.” Because they always get a kid who’s about 7-10 years old, a nerdy-looking guy in his 30s, and a trashy-looking 
large-chested blonde wearing clothes that are ridiculous at a hockey game. Hence the name.
Well, apparently they attempted to do their annual swim, but the ice was too thick to break through, in spite of using a pickax, and so instead they lounged about on the ice in their various swim attire. Oh, like WE couldn’t do that as well. Amateurs. I have to admit I like what they’ve named their event: the “Celebration of Shrinkage.” Talk about making up excuses: “Oh, honey, it’s not me, it’s this 20 below temperature and the fact that I’m out here in a skimpy Speedo.” Riiiiiiiiight. Who hasn’t heard that old chestnut before?
New Orleans was good fun, we ended up next to a lovely family chatting away and having a good time, but lets face it, it’s all about the schwag.
Heather, I like the way you think. Oh, I know, I’m sure most people assume I already have my own little cabana boy Giorgio 
ready to cater to my every whim, even when I go running, but alas, I have thus far been unable to find someone worthy of my standards. 
Well, is there anything more exciting in the sport than getting a new bike? With apologies to all of you, my favorite triathlete (not one of you), is getting a new bike. Birthday in 2 weeks. Went to REI yesterday to get him fitted but he has no idea he's getting it, slipped the salesguy my card and it's getting assembled. He, of course, asked the salesguy "is this bike ok for twi-a-tha-wahns?" and seemed visibly relieved at the "yes" answer. Pretty nice ride, it's REI's own brand, he doesn't really need a Trek. Went a little better than the last one bc this needs to last him a couple of years and then maybe little brother a couple of years. He's definitely gonna be bringin' sexy back (or is it Sexy Jack?) to the playground with this ride, pedaling the pedals at his trademark 225 rpms.
Being 4 and inquisitive, I still needed something to buy so he wouldn't wonder why I had to wait wait in line and sign something if leaving empty handed. Well, the nice outdoorsey people at REI happen to carry this little treat of a book, which served my purposes well. Jack even told his mommy with great excitement when we got home "daddy got me a new book, mommy!!" Pretty savvy "I must say" (reference to Ed Grimley, see below). Of course, anyone who knows me knows that this whole feux-fitting trip was thought through well in advance, and it's also highly likely that I had looked at REI.com for little cheap items suitable for kids as the trick purchase item. Let's just say that yesterday was a unique day - I had never before said the words "hello, where can I find Curious George Goes Camping?"
“How YOU doin’?”
“Listen, pal, you either put your foot in your mouth, or we’ll do it for you.”
“Yes, I brought my goggles, see?”
“No pictures, I’m sooooo shy….”
“Well, okay, just this once.”
“What ees thees? Een my country….”
“It’s pizza, you idiot. Tasty and refreshing, even I know that.”
“I’m looking chipper, but we’re still throwing him in the river later, right?”
“So Eva, I don’t understand why you keep telling me you’re too busy to go out.”
“Past my bedtime…”
“You know what, Heather, you’re okay.” “You know what, Tasha, you’re okay too.”
“Max, don’t tell her, but her goggles are on top of her head.”
“Sure, we look like fish, but the goggle placement probably explains why we have such problems with the whole swimming thing…”
“Chuck, I’m sooooo looking forward to rooming with you in SF…”
“So, about this roommate thing…”
Carolyn: “Help me someone, please help me…”
“Chuck, you got me into this. We need to talk.”
“Oh sure, I’m laughing now, but you’re a dead man.”
“Sho yea I do twiathons – yous gotsh a pwobwem wit dat?”
“Okay, okay, I admit it, this is just my way of flirting with you…”
“Ah, she fell for my ‘tired’ act. Another night, another bosom. Sweet.”
We finally learn the truth about what happened to Ed Grimley…. 
“Yeah, you had better keep drinking, Chuck. You’re a dead man.”
Max at least figured out the goggle thing….
“Ah, at last, at last…..”
“hey, didn’t I tell you how shy I am?”
Heather: “Behold, the parmesan cheese.” Chuck: “Well, technically from a legal standpoint, it is only cheese from the Parmigiano region in Italy that…….”
“Chuck, shut up with the legal stuff. Don’t make me have to hurt you….”
“Dead. Man.”
Not sure San Francisco is ready.....
