From Clintington: A League of Their Own

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Great post about a great movie.

There were so many GREAT movies in the 90s, some of them snuck past me. As much as I loved movies, I was busy. My first love was soccer and I had to make varsity and letter all 4 years. That doesn’t happen without obsession and practice. “A League of Their Own” was one such […]

via “Are you coming? See, how it works is, the train moves, not the station.” — Clintington on Film

 

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Constipation: The Choice of a New Generation

My friend, Machismo Wainwright, recently suffered a bout with constipation. Now, I know you may not want to know about it. Hell, I didn’t even want to know about it. The thing is, we both know about it now, so what the hell.

Machismo simultaneously informed myself and several other infirmed souls of his constipation. I guess that’s how to tell that someone really values one as a friend. Telling someone about one’s own bowel movements, or lack thereof, is a level of trust only reached by the best and most trusted of friends. A quick gogel* search states that the only things higher than informing a friend of your constipation are, leaving in Vegas what happened between you two in Vegas and helping each other dispose of a body. Just like Jeremy Piven and Andrew McCarthy in that movie they were in! Now that’s friendship! Wait, or did one of them shoot the other one. Who cares I’m only watchin’ that movie once. Maybe twice in spirit, if I ever watch Rough Night.

Here’s the thing. I’m writing about Machismo’s constipation because I myself, was suffering from a constipation of a different nature. Not that I was suffering from Writer’s Block, it was more of a preparation thing. I needed a post and this topic just seemed to flow faster than the others. Sometimes, some things just percolate faster than others.

Along the way, I had an epiphany. I bet if Writer’s Block were called Writer’s Constipation, there would be a lot fewer MacBook toting, double chai expresso* macchiato, non-fat, extra whip drinking chodes talking about their affliction. Instead of prattling on to their, jealous of the creative lifestyle accountant friends, they’d probably keep it on the down low. Maybe read around for some inspiration. Then again, there’s always the tried and true writer’s ex-lax of adding a gun and killing everyone. Go all George R.R. Martin on that shit and drive it over a cliff.

 


Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to go see a man about a horse. For more Machismo Wainwright check out this post.

*Yes, I meant to spell it like that.

**Yes, I meant to spell it like that as well.

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Blog Post or Dark Souls: Choose Your Own Blog Post


Blog Post or Dark Souls

 

It’s that time of the week when  I release a new blog post. Yet, the call of Dark Souls has been too strong. I haven’t played it in over a year due to my controller dying and me being a huge cheap ass. Needless to say, I have a new controller and fell in love with that gosh dang game all over again. I’ve hit that point in the game where I can smugly tank bosses and hit them when I can. A few more hours and this playthrough will be done.  Seriously though, how many of you are here to read about me playing Dark Souls? Not very many, but I have a game for you to read about you playing me playing Dark Souls – if you so choose.

Choose Your Own Blog Post!

 

You’re a slightly pudgy thirty something sitting in front of a computer. You’re pretty cool guy, fairly respectable, have a big red beard and plenty of friends. What is that you’re doing?

 

 

New Era/Get This Show On The Road

In the last post, I announced that I was moving the blog to a new site. Well, that site is up and running as of right now. I wanted something easier to remember and a little easier to pronounce. I also thought that Zweihander Plus Eins made me sound like a tinfoil hate wearing upstart. I wanted something a little more friendly and comforting. A name that says, let’s gripe about politics and social issues until it becomes too overwhelming. Then let’s talk about something that happened back in the 80’s. It’s been decided that Sweatpants Life is that name. Head on over there now and please hit the subscribe button. If you’re already following or subscribed to Zweihander Plus Eins, you’re good to go. That is all going to carry over so don’t worry about it. For now, you will see almost all of the posts on Zweihander Plus Ein. There will be more coming soon.

In the meantime, give it a test drive, browse some lost treasures and see how it all shakes out. Although, I am fairly certain everything is working. If not, I can fix it. Why not? It’s the patch age. If you have issues – or you just want to talk – feel free to send me a mail at keepyourpantson@sweatpantslife.com

P.S.
I will miss the small amount of random hits I receive each month from Germany.