Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Miss Me?

Listen:

Brian Christensen has come unstuck in the blogosphere...

Okay, so I haven't been skipping off to the planet Tralfamadore or to a frozen WWII battlefield, and I've not repeatedly witnessed my own birth and death, but I got way out of the habit of writing stuff here on the Unintimidated blog. I think now I'm ready to start it up again. (Inconsistency is the one thing you can always count on from me.)

I'm still chillin' like a villain in the R-O-K. That's gansta talk for "hanging out in Korea." But I'll be home soon, and I'm really excited to see my family and friends. As the saying goes, there's no place like home, and this place is not like it at all, not even a little bit. Soon, I'll probably post some pictures and stories from my adventures here, but today I just want to throw out something to get the blog going again.

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Without further ado, here's an initial entry in what I hope will become a recurrent feature. (Because I don't already have enough of those, right?) I will call it "The Stupidest Thing I Saw or Heard Today"

Today I was standing at a bus stop with several people, waiting for a ride to work. One of the guys, whom I don't know well but some of my friends do, reached into his pack, took out a pill, and swallowed it with some water. Someone asked him what it was for, and he said it's some kind of fitness supplement, an N.O. booster, whatever that means. He said he got a great deal on them, something like 90 bucks for three bottles. We must have all had expressions that said, "What the heck is an N.O. booster?" so he elaborated. "They improve blood flow. Only trouble is, you have to take them nine times a day." (Already seems like less of a bargain, but I didn't say anything. I figure, hey, whatever makes this guy happy.)

Then came the stupid part. He immediately reached into another pocket, produced a cigarette, and lit up. I was thinking that pill could really speed up the process of carrying nicotine, tar, carbon monoxide, and other toxins to all the tissues of his body. Good call, bozo! I'm no doctor, but I think you'd want decreased blood flow when you light up a smoke. And let's not even start on his hunting for a good price on supplements, then turning right around and dropping six or seven bucks on a pack of cancer sticks. Why not just eat healthy, exercise, and kick the nasty, dangerous, addictive habits? Some guys have more money than sense.

3 comments:

  1. Ah, the glorious return of the Kwyjibo.
    Bearing more tales of Bozos, from the distant corners of the globe.

    Good to see you, man.

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  2. Thanks, Guapo! Looking forward to catching up with all my old blog buddies.

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  3. Welcome back! Looking forward to hearing all about Korea!

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