I’m wearing Christmas boxers these days, so that means my favorite capitalist holiday is fast approaching!  This year, I’ve decided to start shopping online more, if only because it’s easier and more hassle-free.

I’ve been checking out Buy.com for my online shopping needs, and it looks pretty good.  It’s got the things I look for in all online stores.  It’s got a wide range of items up for sale, it’s easy to navigate, and they’ve got sale prices for most things.  Anyway, it looks really promising.  I’ll probably use it to get most of my online Christmas shopping done.  It’s easy, it’s cheap, I’m sold.

Also, they’ve got some really funny commercials on youtube, so that’s always a plus.  I always like it when the company makes an effort to be funny.  Funny is the new sexy.  You can check my comment out here.  I’m marckevin.

I was at the grocery the other day, and I ran into a lot of people from high school.  The first thing they all said was “DUDE YOU LOST A LOT OF WEIGHT!”

But I DIDN’T!  Was I so fat in high school?  I couldn’t have been fat, I was popular!  But seriously, with all the compliments these guys are giving me about my supposed weight loss, you’d think I could model sexy lingerie or something!

To be honest, I’ve been packing it on for a while.  Too much food, not enough weight training.  In the past month, I’ve worked out ONCE.  That was last Sunday.  My next workout will probably be Sunday next week as well.  Once a week.  Not the best strategy for looking like an underwear model.

Ah well.  I’ll just have to work on the diet more.  Abs are made in the kitchen, not in the gym!

I was going through the bookshelves for some interesting bathroom reading when I came upon Mario Puzo’s The Godfather and realized:  I’ve never read the damn thing!  I was thinking about reading the thing when I remembered I had the movie trilogy on DVD.

Sure enough, laziness won out and I’ve started watching the first of the three movies last night.  I see why people love the movie.  It’s pretty bad-ass.  Also, I got a kick out of seeing a young Al Pacino and Diane Keaton.  I thought they were born old!  Anyway, I wasn’t able to finish the movie since I was too sleepy.  I’ll probably watch it tonight before I get home.

And yes, I do know that HOO-AH did not come from The Godfather.  But whatever, Al Pacino’s kick-ass.

Robin Williams at Al’s lifetime achievement award:

Robin Williams: ..Raging Bull!  No wait.. that’s Robert de Niro.  Ah, what the hell, you put Robert de Niro in a dryer, you get Al Pacino!

Crazy.

Not tonight, anyway.  I’m actually a lot better now.  All that Neozep and sweating really did wonders for my cold.  I’m just.. not feeling like balling tonight.  Played with my cousin last Wednesday and had a terrible game.  I was pretty average, but I had a lot of highlight plays teehee.  Why do I get the feeling I’ve blogged about this before?

Using the net connection at the office, and DAMN, it is slow like snow.  Ah well, better than nothing, right?  When I get home, I’m going to shoot baskets.  My hamstring is doing better, so it can probably handle a little light shooting.  It’ll serve as my cardio as well, since I haven’t been getting much exercise this past month.  I haven’t gone to the gym for.. two weeks?  Three?

Anyway, I need to lose some weight.  I’m not sending out any photo holiday cards, but I’ve got obligations to stay hot.  Peace out, and one love.

So I’m sick as a pup, right?  Anyway, I decided to pull a Marc Remedy and play ball last night, you know, sweat it out.  Played with my cousin and his friends.  I usually school them, but I must be REALLY sick.  I couldn’t shoot at all.  Sure, I had a few highlight fade-aways and one-on-one moments, but overall, my shooting was SHOT.

Still, I feel a little better.  Wish I could say the same for my hamstring, though.  Since we got there late, I wasn’t able to stretch and was thrown into the game right away (we won).  Not good.  Right now, my hamstring is bothering me more than this fever I have.

Anyway, wasn’t able to get a good night’s sleep again.  I kept waking up from a stuffy nose.  Sigh.  Ah well.

I’m sick as anything.  My joints are aching, my throat hurts, my nose is stuffed, and my eyes burn.  I also feel like I’ve been sleeping in my own sweat.  Oh, and that I’m going to die.

Usually when I’m sick like this, what I like to do is play basketball.  Just sweat the motherducker out, maybe for like an hour or so.  It takes some persevering the first few minutes, but once I start making baskets, it’s all good.  I feel like crap as soon as I’m cooled down though.  But that’s okay.  The hour of super sweating is worth it.

Unfortunately, I’m too sick to even get out of bed right now, or to even think about basketball.  Still, gotta get to work.  Just use me up.  Use me up.

Has anybody ever noticed how L’arc En Ciel’s Hyde is trying to be David Bowie?  I mean, FOR REALS.

Also, does anybody else think that Kanye West and Baron Davis are long-lost twins?

And that Ben Stiller isn’t really that funny?  (Except for Zoolander.  Zoolander’s parents must be terrorists, because he is the BOMB.)

And that if Tupac were still alive, he MIGHT not be for Obama?  (Listen to Changes)

And that Obama is actually HALF-WHITE?

And Jason Kidd is HALF-BLACK??

And Palin would make for the hottest VP EVER?

Forever-ever?  Forever-ever!

And the US is entrusting $700B to the same bankers that messed up in the first place?

And that if they fuck up again and the US goes down, it’s going to stage war on the Middle East?

Conspiracy Theory, baby.  Yeah!

A friend of mine, and when I say friend I don’t mean myself, recently got married.  Like, two weeks ago.  They’re also 2 months pregnant.  Some things just pop up and surprise you.  Like babies.

Anyway, I was thinking about it, and it’s not so bad.  I know overpopulation is a bitch and is keeping our per capita income ratings down, but no matter how I look at it, they’re pretty lucky.  Not everybody gets to have a kid.  Maybe it’s slow swimmers, maybe it’s a damaged pool, maybe it’s just bad luck, but not everyone gets it done, man.

Still, they should’ve waited till they were ready for it.  I ain’t judging.  Just thinking out loud.  Moving on.

Last night’s steak dinner/pig-out session was a success!  I had my steak with carbohydrates (around 4-5(?) plates of rice).  Started eating 630, finished 730.  And this was eating all the way.  No conversation save for “pass the rice” and “water, please”.  After dinner, I dragged myself up to my room and fell asleep.  This was around 8pm.  I woke up 11, did a few things online, then went back to bed.  Total sleeping hours:  11.

Gotta love the weekend.

Somehow that title seems weird.  Ah well, it’s a ways off before Lent!  It’s still Gunter Kalman choir time, and not Jesus Christ Superstar time.

Anyway, I’m having steaks today!  I called Santi’s Deli from work and ordered a few cuts of US Angus striploin, 3/4 thickness, and had my brother pick ‘em up.  I’ve been having certain cravings for the longest time, and this is the last on the list.

Marc the Hottie’s Food Cravings List:

• KFC
• Yellowcab Pizza
• McMuffins
• TGIF Cheeseburger
• Angus Steaks

Tonight, I finally get to cross that off.  And yes, Ganns, I did eat the entire half.  ..and then another two slices before bed.

I’m not in as bad shape as I say, though!  All that dietary fat fuels my workouts, so it’s all good.  Feed the fire, baby.  Speaking of which, I’m warming up the grill right now.  Man, I am going to eat a LOT tonight.

I have seriously been eating a LOT lately.  Seems like all I ever talk about is how fat I’m getting, eh?  But come on, you’ve got to admit that half an 18″ pizza is a LOT of food for one sitting.  And I STILL had chips after that.

Also had a midnight snack last night.  Two plates of rice and pork chops.  Mmnn.  I can justify this all by saying I’m trying to gain mass, but I’m not.  I haven’t worked out in a week.  I HAVE been shooting a few practice baskets every night, though, so that’s got to count for something.

Tonight, I feel like eating out.  If ever, I’ll probably have dinner at some dimsum place.  I can hear those siomais and spareribs calling me.  MMMMM.

Although I’d probably be better served just taking a couple of the best diet pills the world has to offer for dinner.  Whatever.  Spartans eat whatever they want.