No Matter Where You Go…

…there you are: in the cereal isle in this case. I’m combing over all this tripe in search of something that is both edible and lower than 100 calories a serving. My only hope, evidently, is that Kellogg’s starts selling biologically inactive and edible packing peanuts because everything in this place is structured for kids and all of it is high in calories. The cartoon faces on the boxes all have eyes and smiles that look down at the kids…all the healthy stuff is up top, with the chocolate-frosted-candy-coated at the bottom where they can get to it.

But the odd part is that it’s all so damn bad for you…all of it. I finally figure, I’ll just get a box of Kix and a box of Corn Pops because, to be honest, an ounce (which is abbreviated as ‘oz’, but there’s no ‘z’ in ‘ounce’…must be a Latin root or something) of either is a rather large serving and if I’m going to count every damn thing I eat I want some bulk I can put fruit in.

Funny how a genetic trait that, early in our civilization, would have given me and my offspring a distinct advantage in lean winters and unlucky hunting seasons is now a liability, a curse. I suppose most things are like that, change being the only true constant in this life. But things are going well…the constant charting and counting is, I suppose, a fact of weight-loss. I just can’t let it get to me.

Well…all my best to those who have been victims of these hurricanes. Those of us who have lived on the Gulf Coast most of our lives do sympathize with, and send our prayers out to all of you who have lost loved ones, property, and a sense of safety in your own home towns over the past few weeks. Take care.

4 Out Of 5 Switch Ports Recommend procurve For Wild Monkey Sex

hp procurve switch...must die! Things been driving me nuts all week...but not more than that cursed 'word balloon' informing me of just how many bloody times my computer is on...then off...then back on again...then oops back off again....then hoohray it's back again!....then AWWWW it's off the network. UP and down and up and down... the bottom of this should read:

Careful, Your Face Will Stick Like That!

Well, I'm up late again (or early, depending on how much of a Spin Doctors fan you are, of course) listening to Art Bell coasttocoastam.com as a guest host tonight; a woman named Lynne McTaggart livingthefield.com suggests that something known in the fringe science community as a zero-point field ties all things together regardless of distance or time. She also suggests that our will, what we think, can affect this field. We not only can gain information from it (known as "remote viewing" to some), but we can, with the right focus change its flow or state and affect change in it…on anything. The result of could be the ability to alter the past, present, or future.

This brings to mind the idea that many things we, as a civilization, consider paranormal or tribal could foresee ably be explained by hard science, we just lack the understanding. Not only would the assertion by religion that we cannot “understand GOD” fall straight into this assumption, but just as scientifically explainable phenomena have in the past been considered magic, could not many of the things we consider ‘the occult’ or ‘spiritual’ be explained by a level of science we’re just too damn wrapped up in ‘Survivor’ and Dockers ™ to understand?

My suggestion, is that when we are urged to think well of others, to help others and to strive to be honest with one another and love one another in our minds…to feel compassion, and strive for understanding by many doctrine in our world’s societies is our ancestors (who’s understanding of the nature of the universe was much more intuitive than objective) way of keeping our collective negative thoughts of selfishness, destruction, and hate from actually turning our world, our existence, into the very thing we fear the most.

In short, play nice…share your lunch…and let the guy on the cell phone into your lane on the way to work. It may get aggravating at times, but the alternative could just be hell on earth.

Sheesh…no more coffee for Zane…night folks

I'll Take These Pampers...And Everything In The Register.

There are times in your life when you, much like a SIMS character during a power failure, find out things about yourself that you wouldn’t have found out otherwise. Like two SIMs going at it during a lightening storm, a lizard under a freshly pull-starting lawnmower, or a roach surreptitiously hiding under a cereal bowl when ‘heavy wash’ and ‘start’ are pressed…these can be rudely swift and ultimately unfortunate; just as often they can be as reassuring and enlightening as overhearing a coworker you think hates your guts brag about you, returning a $100 bill wrapped in a ‘Change Request Form’ and finding out it would have come out of a woman’s paycheck that you already know is holding down two jobs, or accomplishing something you…in your heart…didn’t think you could do but would never admit to.

In short, I’ve quit smoking AND have (so far…) lost about 34 lbs. at the same time. Now the smoking, to be honest, I never really *wanted* to quit doing. I enjoy it. I started smoking in college. It was a fluke really. I’d never tried it and the first one I ever inhaled was a menthol. I remember it was cold outside and the feeling of an arctic blast on my lungs combined with the deep, reassuring tranquility of the nicotine buzz were things I’d never experienced. Were I able to time travel, I’d pop back and kick my own ass; making sure to leave myself with a vicious wedgie and a large, jagged, fully-loaded ashtray stuffed in my shorts for good measure. But the train of life is only carrying me closer and closer to an age where that sort of thing is exponentially dangerous; combined with a battle with obesity I’ve been waging ever since I can remember, I finally just decided that something had to be done and I was the only person who could do it.

Now I’m not a snacker. I don’t CRAVE sweets. I didn’t feel like I was overeating and was never really taught how to judge food’s caloric value. In an age where every food in the store has sugar (or some other pickaword-crose/tose) mixed into it, every new product is marketed on how cool or convenient it is instead of how healthful, you must be very careful what you eat. Setting all the what I like to term ‘Carb-ology’ aside, take a look at your favorite bread sometime and see how many calories are in two slices. BEFORE you add anything. It is, however, financially painful to eat smart outside the produce isle these days. You end up paying twice as much for anything low calorie/low fat when you need only 34 cents to supersize your fries at Wendy’s or 5 bucks for a Chinese food buffet. I also find that those around me who don’t have a weight problem (be it high metabolism, daily activity, or just genetics) are NOT mindful of my mission. Were I a more paranoid sort, I’d even say they are indifferent….even discouraging at times. I don’t think it’s purposeful…I think it has something to do with people in general not liking change, resisting it. You don’t want to say anything, avoiding insult or a defensive reaction, but when you don’t, you bottle up that resentment and that’s not good either. But I’m taking one day (no choice there), and one friend (that’s how I got them in the first place) at a time. It promises to, at the very least, be educational.

Now, things you find out you don’t like. Well, let’s not be rhetorical…*I* found out that *I* don’t like. I tend to hermitize or isolate myself at times in my life. I’m still trying to figure this one out….the _why_ part anyway. That’s one reason this blog went stale on me. For those who have not heard from me, it is nothing personal…it’s a reaction I’m unclear about.

Competition. Be it a game of  Monopoly, darts, or Unreal Tournament Deathmatch has also changed for me. I’ve found that, while I *HATE* losing, I don’t enjoy winning as much as I used to…mainly (and this looks even more stupid when I type it out, but what the hell) because I don’t like seeing others lose either. As you can imagine watching the Olympics was oddly difficult at times. Weird huh?

I know, the unfortunate points are still a bit mysterious to me…hence the brief explanations. It’s late and I’m going to endeavor to clue any of you in who care as to what I find out, if I ever do. Hopefully this will be just as much of a learning experience for those who read this as it most assuredly will be for me.

Night all…and take care,

Z