Sunday, February 8, 2009
Oh, God: The Gym
Oh, God: The Gym
Do you remember those awful Oh, God! movies with that comedian--what was his name? It wasn't Milton Berle. Is Milton Berle even still alive? Oh, jeeze louise. Let me ask Dr. Google.
Dr. Google says it was George Burns who played God in the Oh, God! movies--and Milton Berle died in 2002. So who's that old guy comedian who's still around? Not Rodney Dangerfield. The other guy. He smokes a cigar, too. You know who I'm talking about, right?
God. Even Google doesn't know what I'm talking about.
Wait. What was I talking about? Oh, right.
Oh, God: The Gym.
I hate Sundays at the gym. The Sunday gym people are just the dregs of humanity, I think. That's my new nickname for everyone at the gym on Sundays: The Dregs. (If I ever have my own all-girl punk band, that's what the name of it is going to be: The Dregs. Or, The Dregs of Humanity. I'll put it to a vote.) Even my gym boyfriend arriving halfway through my cardio wasn't enough to pull the gym visit out of the crapper.
Oh, all right. I'm not going to whine about the gym.
Remember how I told you about Dave's toothpaste collection? Well, he was bragging on it at the studio one day, and yesterday one of his students showed up with this stuff:
Why, yes, that is a tube of pine-flavored toothpaste from Russia. Apparently, the student's husband's friend is living in Russia and sends this toothpaste to the husband, who donated a tube to Dave's collection.
I asked Dave how it tastes.
Looks like putty, and Dave says it tastes like blech.
Is it me, or do we Americans favor pine for our cleaning supplies? I can't imagine putting pine-scented or pine-flavored anything in my mouth. It would be too much like using Mr. Clean as mouthwash. I use that stuff to mop the floors, yo.
After the gym, we went to Saigon for Vietnamese food for lunch. I didn't get a photo of our lunch (tofu spring rolls, roll-your-own style), so I took a photo of the chili oil container on our table. (I eat about three tablespoons of this stuff on my spring rolls, then I wonder why I have a stomach ache after.)
But I suffer gladly. Gladly do I suffer.
Do you remember those awful Oh, God! movies with that comedian--what was his name? It wasn't Milton Berle. Is Milton Berle even still alive? Oh, jeeze louise. Let me ask Dr. Google.
Dr. Google says it was George Burns who played God in the Oh, God! movies--and Milton Berle died in 2002. So who's that old guy comedian who's still around? Not Rodney Dangerfield. The other guy. He smokes a cigar, too. You know who I'm talking about, right?
God. Even Google doesn't know what I'm talking about.
Wait. What was I talking about? Oh, right.
Oh, God: The Gym.
I hate Sundays at the gym. The Sunday gym people are just the dregs of humanity, I think. That's my new nickname for everyone at the gym on Sundays: The Dregs. (If I ever have my own all-girl punk band, that's what the name of it is going to be: The Dregs. Or, The Dregs of Humanity. I'll put it to a vote.) Even my gym boyfriend arriving halfway through my cardio wasn't enough to pull the gym visit out of the crapper.
Oh, all right. I'm not going to whine about the gym.
Remember how I told you about Dave's toothpaste collection? Well, he was bragging on it at the studio one day, and yesterday one of his students showed up with this stuff:
Why, yes, that is a tube of pine-flavored toothpaste from Russia. Apparently, the student's husband's friend is living in Russia and sends this toothpaste to the husband, who donated a tube to Dave's collection.
I asked Dave how it tastes.
Looks like putty, and Dave says it tastes like blech.
Is it me, or do we Americans favor pine for our cleaning supplies? I can't imagine putting pine-scented or pine-flavored anything in my mouth. It would be too much like using Mr. Clean as mouthwash. I use that stuff to mop the floors, yo.
After the gym, we went to Saigon for Vietnamese food for lunch. I didn't get a photo of our lunch (tofu spring rolls, roll-your-own style), so I took a photo of the chili oil container on our table. (I eat about three tablespoons of this stuff on my spring rolls, then I wonder why I have a stomach ache after.)
But I suffer gladly. Gladly do I suffer.
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2 comments:
I think you're right, pine for cleaning household products totally. For mouth stuff, wow, it just sounds different.
That chili oil looks so good! I love Vietnamese food too.
The only guy I can think of with a cigar was George Burns. : (
I'm having one of those senior moments over the name of that other comedian! My brain is, like, dunno...Groucho Marx? And I'm, all, No--You already said Groucho Marx!
I don't remember scented stuff in Japan--especially cleaning stuff. A lot of flowers? Anyway, I never cleaned, so--!
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