Nay, we are but men. Rock!

So, you should be receiving your economic stimulus check soon.  What are you going to do with it?  Might I suggest watching this video to get you in that shopping mood.

OK, so I have something I need to get off my chest.  I was in my most manly mini van today and I turned on ESPN the Radio.  I guess I am a little bit of an addict when it comes to sports talk radio.  I can’t even remember when the last time I listened to music on the radio was.  It goes to show you how addicted to sports radio I am when I have been getting more and more frustrated over the past couple of months and still see fit to keep going back.  I was listening to Kevin Cowherd (sp?) and he talked for literally twenty-three minutes about day-time dramas.  He is supposed to be talking about sports during a time of year when we have the NFL draft this weekend, the NBA playoffs happening, the NHL playoffs (from what I have heard) going on, and baseball underway.  Why do we need to know about his stories when I would really like to know who is going to go with picks 3-12 in the NFL draft and who the Broncos are looking at in round seven.  It does not make a licks difference to me who is sleeping with who on Days of Our Lives except when a so-called sports analyst is supposed to be giving me the Pirates chances for not finishing last in the division this year and instead is filling my time with pointless mind diarrhea.  Literally the only thing that kept me listening was the little voice that kept telling me, “Surely this is the last point until we get back to sports.”  Alas, my little voice was wrong.

While taking my oldest to school this morning my life somehow lost its bearings and started morphing into the world of NASCAR. As I pulled up to the curb to drop my son off, the five cars previously unloading their, oh so precious cargo, simultaneously pulled away from the curb, in line towards the exit. For a minute, I thought they were leaving pit row at Daytona, and that if I didn’t hurry I might get off the lead lap. Instead of driving the standard NASCAR car of today, I was stuck in my Dodge Grand Caravan, and most of my competition was women in over-sized gas guzzling SUV’s.

As I was stopped, ready to exit the parking lot watching the crossing guard do her job of stopping traffic and saving kids lives, the guy parked next to me actually looked at me gripped his steering wheel, clinched his teeth, and gave me the classic head nod signaling to me that he wanted to race. He followed this maneuver my laughing, which was good for his sake, because I would have killed him off the line.

I rolled down my window, and jokingly said, “I was just thinking that dropping kids off at school here is just like a pit row for NASCAR.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing,” he replied.

We laughed together, knowing that our deep longing at that very moment was to be on an oval somewhere going 180 mph.

“Good times,” he yelled to me as he drove off.

Good times indeed!

I don’t know what it is about this show that makes women go nuts. Every time my wife watches that show, and I see the intro/hear the music (because we have just watched something (aka something good ) together, I feel like I really want to stab myself in the eye with a fork.

I get the *women power* thing, how it’s great to be womyn, but are $12 cosmos and always getting together in foursomes really necessary?

I guess it is good that we don’t try to act our shows out, even though UFC, Human Weapon, or Last Man Standing would be Awesome.

Anyone else?

"The price of smart is plenty high, but you can pay for stupid the rest of your life."

I say as a price of entry/hazing tactic, bloggers on wearebutmen should be required to take the Triple Cheese Challenge at Wendy’s.  For those of you not familiar with the Triple Cheese Challenge it’s really quite simple:

-Visit a Wendy’s near you

-Order a number three biggie sized with fries and a drink (diet drinks and water don’t count.)

-Consume the massive wall of beef.

-Enter into beef coma.

-Notice that friends and family treat you differently after the Challenge. And not in a good way.

-Have beefy hallucinations for 3 weeks.

So who’s with me?!!

There are countless hundreds of channels on TV.  People often talk about how there are so many channels and so little that is actually worth watching.

I wish the cable and satellite companies actually did the much talked about à la carte plans, because then I’d only be paying for the channels I watch.  It frustrates me that I’m paying for channels that I don’t care about.  If à la carte does eventually come to fruition, I know the two channels that I would trim it down to.

The first, and most stereotypical channel, is ESPN.  Does anything else really need to be said for it?  Sure, Fox Sports Net has some good stuff like regional sports (e.g. FSNW has every Mariners game), but it’s no ESPN.  There is something to be said about “having” to go to a sports bar to watch an event on ESPN, however, like I did last year for the College World Series.

The second, and probably just as stereotypically male, is Discovery.  I swear I watch just about every show they air.  And fortunately I don’t have to watch it during it’s first run, because they are sure to air it at some other point during the next week or two.  I just watched them making a Les Paul guitar, and now I’m watching them make eye glasses.  Before that, I watched the Mythbusters do what they do best, blow stuff up.  Even at 3 years old, my son Judah’s favorite show is Mythbusters.

What are your two?

So about two months ago my wife came to me to pitch the idea of both of us running half-marathons.  At the time I had visions of reliving past athletic glories by doing something that sounds impressive when thrown out in conversation.  I had visions of getting “wow’s” and “that’s great’s” and “I could never do that’s” from friends and total strangers when I would let it ’slip.’  This was how everything worked out when I started “training,” which included the occasional three mile run or twenty minutes on the elliptical, basically just enough to allow myself to say I was staying in shape.  I was brought sorely into reality the other day when my actual training schedule started and I ran five miles with my wife.  Not only did I realize that, for the first time in our married life, she is in much better shape than me but that running sucks.  I woke up the next day and tried to get out of bed and I thought my legs were going to vomit out of protest.  I have realized that this decision to run is not only foolish but actually detrimental to my health.  I know that all of the “experts” say that exercise is good for you but I don’t think they know what my legs felt like the other day when I foolishly tried to get out of bed when I obviously should have stayed exactly where I was and had my office come to me.

I know I’ve got some weird blog problem. Never met a freshly baked blog I didn’t like. But this one? With nothing but guys talking about being guys, it’s gonna be fart jokes all day long.

Can’t. Wait.

I am a geek.  I know what YaST means, and I’ve used it multiple times before.  This is “yet another blog experiment” for me.  This time I’m bringing along some friends.  Some have done the blog thing before, some haven’t.

My hope is that this will be a fun place for us who are authoring the blog to come and toss things out to the public.  Everything from “guy stuff” to stuff from a guy’s perspective.

I also want this to be a place where John Q. Public can come peak into the random thoughts and ideas we have.  Stay tuned as the content starts coming out, and please join in the conversation through commenting.

Enjoy!