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March Madness

Hello all, a quick few updates today. Hope everyone is well, I know a few of you have had some tough spots lately and I hope everything turns around for you. I've had a long lonely week myself (starting to feel like Robert Neville) but things will turn around......Hopefully! Things can get a little crazy this time of year. Keep your heads up.
Anyway I got a heads up from a good friend of mine from NOR-CAL, David Miumi (The Miumi Sound Machine) about an awesome race that happens in San Francisco at the end of May. It's a little longer than the last one I ran, so I'm gonna have to train a bit, but it looks like a wild good time! So hopefully I can make a weekend out of it, and head to San Fran. Check it out:
http://www.ingbaytobreakers.com/main.html
I was watching the news a few days ago and they had a segment about there being hormones and drugs found all across America in the drinking water. Now the government claims these drugs (including sexual hormones) happened into the water source by way of people flushing their drugs/pills down the toliet. Now I have two ideas/questions on this Official statement. First off: Bullshit! If you really believe this then you've obviously comsumed too much tap water and the drugs ARE working effectively. And Secondly: Why the Hell does what we flush down the toliet end up in our drinking water source??????
Make up your own mind people! Wake up. Think for yourself.
Thought for the day: Those who say "violence never solved anything", have clearly never had to uppercut a vending machine to retrieve their breakfast.
Everyone have a good weekend. I know a few of y'all have spring break rolling around next week so eat that up, and have a good time, be careful. Take care thanks for reading, remember to floss.
Millermothra out.

Dust yourself off.

A year ago today I decided to ride my Mountain bike down a hill at top speed. A year ago and 40 seconds later I was laying at the bottom of that hill in a ravine, about 15 feet from my bike, and not feeling splendid. I had flown down a steep hill, gone into a bad skid, been thrown from my bike headfirst, and had tackled a huge rocky chunk of Colorado with my head and shoulder. I instantly stood up to see if their were any hysterical witnesses or possibly a camera crew had happened to be strolling by, but there was no one. I started to clean the grass out of my helmet......Since I brought that up I gotta stop right now and thank Buell Helmets for quite possibly saving my life....anyways while I was dusting my self off I suddenly came to the conclusion that my right shoulder and arm was kind of.....dangling! I suddently reached under my ripped shirt and found my right Colarbone (clavicle) trying it's hardest to escape my flesh! I knew I needed to get my ass out this ravine ASAP, so I instinctively reached with my (broken) right arm into pocket to find my phone. It is safe to say this was a mistake. At this moment I felt like an underfed pit bull was knawing on my shoulder. I somehow managed to get my phone and call my awesome Dad to pick me up and take me to the Emergency Room. (unfortunately it wasn't the first time he and I have made such a trip). We (Ana who had come to relieve my Dad and I) then sat in the emergency room for the next four hours until a Doctor decided to inform me that my horrendous and obviously broken clavicle was, In Fact broken, and that there was nothing he could do, but refer me to a surgeon. The nurse informed me that fractured clavicles are fairly common and that it rarely, if ever requires surgery to correct. Well, early the next morning (Another huge THANK YOU to Ana, for driving me around, helping me get dressed and bath, listening to me complain ect ect ect) my surgeon Dr. Weinerman quickly and in a way that HE (just him) found quite amusing informed me that

A) I would in fact need surgery and several months of accompaning physical therapy to fix my shoulder AND

B) my fracture was THE single worst broken clavicle he had personally witnessed in 32 years, and quite possibly the worst broken clavicle since.......god had invented the clavicle.

Needless to say, I went under the knife, did my time in therapy (thanks to the Staff, especially Marley) and here I am 1 year later pretty much back to normal.

To kind of celebrate getting over that bump in the road my Mom and I decided to run a 7k (4.9 miles) race this weekend(I know I've mentioned my Mom a lot lately, I swear I'm not a Serial Killer). I did ok for a first timer and it was a blast. Definately something I suggest to everyone. I ran the distance in just over 40 minutes (40.01 officially). I'm looking at similiar distance races to run in the future if anyone has one they know of, please drop the info to me in the COMMENT SECTION. I guess the moral of todays post is to pick yourself up and get back at it!
Thanks for reading, I know it wasn't my most comedic or entertaining post. I do have some cool updates I will be posting shortly so check back soon. THANKS AGAIN to everyone (friends, family, medical staff, co-workers and anyone else I missed) who helped me through this YOU GUYS ROCK!

Paying my Rant

I have a few quick thoughts, or tidbits to share with you.
1. This whole Brett Favre ("fav-ra") lovefest has got to stop. Yes the guy was a good quarterback, NOT great and yes he does hold a few prestigous passing records. BUT he also holds records for some not so great records: Most pass attempts and most interceptions namely. And honeslty the passing records he does hold will be obliterated in a about 2 years time by a FAR better QB in Peyton Manning (Manning's commecials are also way more talented than Favre's). Farve's records are basically a bi-product of playing for 47 years (in Brett Favre's rookie card he's wearing a leather helmet) and throwing the ball EVERY DOWN. He had two good years in 96-98 and two more in 06-08 that for the most part bookended 10 years of mediocre play at best. It's also peculiar to me how everyone has simply forgot about the Golden-boy Brett Favre's drug AND alcohol problems. What can I say....He's no John Elway.
2. I am more than ready for spring. It hasn't been that nasty of a Winter, but I'm ready to not have to warm up my car every morning and night. I do enjoy watching all the transplant californians sliding around on the ice in their silly little honda civics though.
3. The Denver Nuggets. I don't even know where to start? 1 word = underachieving. How do we keep losing games to the Bucks? The Timberwolves? Can you imagine if the Globetrotters lost 4 out of 10 games to the Generals? I think it's time for Coach George Karl to start reading the classifieds.
4. I can't portray in words how completely sick I am of seeing fake, neon colored testicles hanging from the back of trucks. Are you that unsure of yourself? Seriously? Do you get one of those free with a tribal armband tattoo? Or purchase of 24 pack of Budweiser? It looks like a fishing lure. Are you trolling for a boyfriend? Grow up you sick bastards. Get a fucking shrink!
5. Someone, anyone go buy a (few) record by a band called The Dillinger Escape Plan. They(seen above, not sucking) are the most inovative, fresh sounding Bad Ass group of musicians to make music in the last ten years. But they're not a pop band (thank you jesus!) so no one buys their music and their not getting the respect they deserve. They will blow your mind. I call it Adult contemporary electro-industrial-Jazz Thrash......Core. Think new age Black Flag on Steroids. It's raw, progressive and rad. This is the band that makes the emo kids piss their sisters jeans. Check out their songs: "Milk Lizard" or "Black Bubblegum" thank me later.
That's all I'm gonna rant about today.....it is Monday.
Millermothra out.

Un-carnivorous behavior.

Day 5 on the alien planet. So far so good 5 days into my infamous and ridiculous 1 month no meat challenge. It's honestly been a lot easier than I originally thought, but I've still got a long road ahead. I can imagine I'll be "Jones-ing" for some hot wings like no ones business in a few weeks though. Speaking of wings (I'm working on my segways, get off my back!) I got some new ink, count them 1 + 1 carry the 3, round up = 2.......I got 2 new tattoos this past weekend. I got a black bird-like wing on the outside of both of my calves. I think their awesome, inivative, original, artistic, expressionistic......my family hates them. Tattoo's can be a great way to express ones self (if your into that sort of thing), and set yourself apart from everyone else. Also in the case of a tribal armband a very easy way to distinguish and avoid a "roid ragin" 30 something, has-been frat boy jock while playing hoops at the gym. Also (don't tell anyone) but getting wings tattooed on your legs is guaranteed to make you run faster and jump higher than before.....kinda like Pia Flyers (that's right I rep'd THE SANDLOT). Speaking of jumping higher (segway 2) the NBA has reinstated Chris "Birdman" Andersen. For those of you who don't appreciate high flying, hard dunking, shot blocking old School basketball......I don't know why your reading this.....um,awkward......well anyways, The Birdman (pictured above right) is just that. And that Cat is as white (caucasian) as Will Farrell's un-tanned ass. Mr. Andersen got himself excused from the NBA in 2006 for failing a random drug test. According to his manager and NBA officials, he's has since passed a year of drug and alcohol tests cleanly and shown upstanding behavior. So welcome back BIRD! Hopefully he's turned a corner and he can continue his career. Man I wish he was still a Nugget!

Alright citizens that's all I will subjugate you to today. I do want to throw a shoutout (not real sure what it means, Heard in on MTV) to my Mom and DB. For 2 reasons: A) Because they are quite possibly the ONLY 2 people who read this ranting mess, and B) Because they can in fact READ. Which nowadays is quite a feat!

No disrespect to anyone else who surfing the net, stumbles upon this blog and skims it looking for something useful or naked pictures of Kermit the Frog, but I gotta show my fan(s) some loyalty. If you do read this and want some blog-love, drop me a comment in the(cue the voice of doom) COMMENT SECTION.

I do have a few other things brewing, I'll post that stuff later this week hopefully.

My thought of the week: Those who say you can't learn anything from video games, has CLEARLY never tried to cross a busy highway without prior experience playing FROGGER.