In a lot of ways, I am not a guy’s guy. I don’t watch football. I don’t golf. I don’t enjoy grilling. I don’t ask for power tools for Christmas. I prefer novels to newspapers, subtitles to explosions, chocolate to just about anything else, and I am more sensitive than most of the women I know. But the one area where my guyness truly shines is in my affinity for mixed martial arts. Continue reading
Three 90.1-pound bags of X5000 Premium Cement = $24.00
Two 25-pound bags of Plaster of Paris = $30.00
One 50-pound bag of sand = $4.00
One 5 gallon bucket = $3.00
One large playground ball = $2.99
Feeling like a man because your garage is full of 370+ pounds of manly Atlas Stone-making materials = PRICELESS!!!
I’m making an Atlas Stone next weekend; aiming for something in the 200 to 250 pound range. I will post updates as they come. I’m excited!
“Do you own a pair of steel-toed boots?” my co-worker asked me. And I had to answer “no.” And I must confess, I felt more than a little bit unmanly doing so. Given where I work, it’s kind of a funny question. But I needed some apparently, so went to Wal-Mart to pick up a pair.
I haven’t used them yet, and doubt I will use them more than once or twice a year. If that. But just owning them, I feel better. Because it occurs to me that this is one of those things that it is just manly to own.
This may be the coolest thing I have ever seen. I was watching some fights on Versus last night, and I saw a commercial for a show called “American Ninja Warrior” on G4 TV (actually, to be completely accurate, I think it is called “American Ninja Warrior 2011.” Implying there was an “American Ninja Warrior 2010”? “2009”? Where have I been?!?!?!?!). Continue reading
When I was 5 or 6, I joined my first soccer team. The sport seemed made for me: it was outdoors, there was running (I have always been pretty fast), there was kicking (who doesn’t love kicking?), there were orange slices (Mmmm…), and there was a chance for team-building, success, and winning. The perfect formula. What more could a little guy ask for? Continue reading
Have you ever been asked the hypothetical question: “if you could have any superpower, what would it be?” When I was younger, I used to want to be invisible. Aside from the (perhaps) obvious reasons that a teenage boy would want to possess this talent, it seemed like the ideal ability because you could do literally anything you wanted to do, go anywhere you wanted to go, without having to pay, without being seen, without being judged. And to a teenager, this seems just about perfect. Continue reading
I don’t know if you have noticed, but there are a lot of people out there that dislike like this word. Actually, “dislike” might be a little bit too mild. What’s another word for “dislike”? Detest? Loathe? Abhor? Maybe more than any other single word I have ever encountered. Like with clowns, I recognize other people’s attitudes, but don’t share them. No personal problem with the word. But I have seen people, and they casually overhear a phrase like “moist banana nut bread,” and their hands go all clammy, their ears clinch up like they are hearing nails on a chalkboard, and they go shrieking for the nearest exit. Continue reading
Recently, our town has been inundated with these red light cameras. I find this offensive on a number of levels. On the one hand, sure, I’m sure there were studies done by the highway patrol and various other national agencies, research organizations, and legislators. I don’t doubt that somewhere there are stacks and stacks of impressive charts and graphs about decreases in fatal crashes and improvements in highway safety and blah, blah, blah. But at what cost? Continue reading
The only thing better than a really good book title is a really good book sub-title. And so it is with Michael Powell’s The Guide for Guys: An Extremely Useful Manual for Old Boys and Young Men (the “Old Boys and Young Men” in case any of you readers out there don’t know what a “Guy” is, and the “Manual” in case the meaning of “Guide” also eludes you).
Cognitive surplus this ain’t.
As if that weren’t enough, there is an actual compass, not just a design, but a functioning, honest-to-goodness, North-South-East-West compass built right into the cover. That’s how you know you are in for a literary treat.