Random Friday Thoughts: 11/7/08

About the Author: Eric Cressey

1. I’m driving down to Connecticut today, and then going the rest of the way to Long Island for the Major League Strength Coaches Clinic this weekend. I’m excited to present, talk shop, see some old friends, and make excessive use of the phrases:

a. “You have to train ass to throw gas.”
b. “You can’t steal second with your foot on first.”
c. “Is this thing on? Oops! Did I say that out loud?”

If you couldn’t make the event, you’re still in luck; you can pre-order the DVD of the seminar HERE.

2. Last weekend, my girlfriend and I moved all our tupperware to a new cabinet. I have to say: it’s changed my life. There’s no more cramming containers and lids into a small drawer – and there’s no more searching for the long-lost-lid for the weird shaped container that doesn’t seem to match.

I haven’t felt this free, yet organized, since I switched from boxers to boxer-briefs. And, for the record, yes, I just became the first person in history to liken tupperware to male reproductive anatomy. If you ever need a reminder that this blog is all about trendsetting, just bookmark this post.

3. I had a pleasant experience voting on Tuesday – right up until the point at which I went to leave, and I was accosted by a 70-something-year-old women at the door insisting that I take an “I Voted” sticker. It got me to thinking on my walk home from the polls…

If 122.3 million people voted in 2004, and they expected 2008 to be even better, we’ll assume 130 million people voted. I’m writing this three days early, so the final numbers will surely be slightly different – but being exact isn’t important for my point.

Let’s assume that each one of those stickers costs American taxpayers a penny. That’s $1.3 million in stickers! Assuming a salary of $35,000 per teacher, you could hire over 37 teachers nationwide with that money. And, I’m guessing that those 37 teachers would do more good than 130 million stickers that likely went directly to the trash.

That said, by the time the 2012 election rolls around, I may very well be on the presidential ticket with the campaign slogan, “Stickers are SO 2008.”

4. Twitter seems to be the new rage these days. I’ll be honest: I don’t know what it is, and the word “Twitter” really evokes the same kind of emotions from me as the “anal leakage” warnings on the old Olestra packages. Plus, I have to say that the minute-by-minute Twitter updates some people give are flat-out stupid:

Fred is twittering. He’s going to get a drink of water.
Fred is twittering. The water wasn’t cold, so he got some ice from the freezer.
Fred is twittering. The freezer made his nipples hard, and he’s strangly aroused.
Fred is twittering. Is thirst a more important sensation than his nipple arousal?
Fred is twittering. Maybe if he spent less time on the internet, he might kiss a girl sometime before he dies.

Seriously, Fred; nobody cares. If you can twitter that much, you really aren’t important enough for any of us to give a s**t.

5. I got so busy this week that I literally forgot what day it was – and got a parking ticket (street sweeping) at 12:30AM on Wednesday morning. And, just when you thought I couldn’t get any more confused, Bill Gates decided to reformat the Hotmail set-up to make me feel hopelessly inadequate once again. Seriously, Bill – was it really that important?

For those of you who are visual learners, the following two photos should sum up my Wednesday. Please note that in both photos, I would be considered the “kickee” and not the “kicker.”

6. It’s nice to see that researchers and pediatricians have finally upped their recommended daily Vitamin D intake to 1,000IU+, particularly for those in northern climates during the winter months.

7. Speaking of Vitamin D and sunlight, want to know the easiest way to recognize a pro baseball player in New England in November? The tan line!

8. As I’m sure you noticed, there was very little to do with fitness in this week’s blog. Fortunately, I can assure you that you burned at least two calories while reading it. Nice job, skinny.

Have a good weekend.