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Official Bizzness The Deffa Heffa

Say Yeah The Internationalz

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Remember The Name (Open Colab) SINIMA BEATS Feat. Rumorz

Time FlyMarte

Over and Over Retrospek

SO WHAT HE THUGGEN ZSWAGG

Friday Night CJ Snipes

You thought you got me! Miss Autumn Leaves

SPACESHIP F1STCLASS

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I don’t buy it.

Tali says she’s living proof. However, in my opinion, all people are irrational and emotional at times, just girls are allowed to cry about it.

Which reminds me…

All you boys out there- DON’T EVER cry in front of a girl. Ever. There are only two exceptions to this rule: 1. a death 2. a grand gesture to demonstrate your feelings toward said girl at some tumultuous moment.

heiho everybody!!

hr ini gw mau memperkenalkan salah satu olahraga yang mudah tp kurang populer,,alesan perkenalan ini adalahhh gw br mule menekuni lagi olahraga ini, dan gw pikir ini alternatif olahraga yang cukup bagus hehe,,

jadi tentang apakah ini? tentu saja SKIPPING!!

suatu olahraga lompat tali,,yang bisa dilakuin dimana aja,,

katanya yaa,,skipping selama 10 menit itu sama dengan lari kencang selama 45 menit (ini juga alesan kuat gw milih skipping, krn entah kenapa badan ini susah skali untuk diajak lari pagi hoho),,terus gosip lainnya adalah klo udah skipping selama 1 jam, bakalan kebakar 1300 kalori (membuat ngiler orang2 yang pengen burn fat kann hehe),,jd bisa buat nurunin berat badan asaaall teratur dan tentu aja dengan pengaturan makan

skipping ini masuk ke kategori cardio exercise atau latihan untuk jantung (paru-paru juga) soalnya sifat olahraga ini aerobik. walo gerakannya loncat2 doank, tapi beritme, dan otot yang bergerak cukup banyak (otot kaki: betis sm paha, panggul, otot tangan).

klo mau coba olahraga ini, dianjurkan diawali dengan pemanasan dan juga pendinginan (ya olahraga dasar biar otot2nya ga kaget kayanya),,mau contoh?

pemanasan bisa senam ringan dimana seluruh anggota badan dari atas sampe bawah digerakin (kepala, leher, bahu, dada, perut, tangan, pinggang, paha, dan kaki) uda gitu peregangan ringan dengan penekanan pada otot betis selama spuluh menitan,,

uda panas, baru deh loncat2,,bisa dimulai dg pelan2,,terus baru naek temponya (bs dg meloncat lebih  tinggi),,klo mau udahan,,jangan langsung berenti,,kaya diawal, memperlambat loncatan terlebih dahulu,,

beberapa hal penting:

- syaratnya buat ngelakuin skipping adalah ngga boleh overweight (ini kata salah satu sumber, gw sendiri kurang tau kenapa,,mungkin loncat2nya jd berat dan kemungkinan cedera jd diatas 50% kali ya)

- pk sepatu yang pas, ky sepatu basket ato voli (soalnya ketika skipping beban yang ditanggung oleh ujung kaki adalah sebesar lima kali berat tubuh),,makanya sepatu jogging ngga dianjurkan karena dia nahan beban di tumit,,

- perhatikan panjang tali,,jangan ampe jatoh krn tali kependekan,,

- perhatikan juga ukuran ruangan (yang cukup buat si tali berputar)

oiya katanya klo diiringi lagu, skipping nya jd lebih seru (sejauh ini tapi gw belon coba, maybe later hehe)

udah ampe berbusa ngomongin skipping, jangan2 ada yang ga tau tali skipping itu kaya apa,,ini gw kasi liat bentuknya

tali skipping with counter

tali skipping

yang ada counternya di pegangannya itu jd otomatis ngitung uda berapa puteran,,klo yang ngga ada counternya berarti di mulut alias ngitung sendiri hehe,,

Far Away MarQui$e   Happy Hour BAYSEE   Remember The Name SINIMA BEATS Feat. Rumorz   Danger Tha-1-One ft Fedarro, J.Flash, Tone Montana, and Reika   A Girl Named Beautiful Yung Siyah   Isolation Mitch L. Hennessy   Kool Is Back KDL ft. NELL DIAMONDZ   I’m Ridin’ NMISOL aka In My Soul   Not A Game Camp Bonkers ft. Lady Luck   Soundtrack to my life kid cuddi

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Tegnap nem írtam, ezért ma pótolom..:)

Isteni jó randim volt pici Alszámmal:$ fél6tól este 10ig be nem állt a szánk..:’D a Randevúban kezdtünk, paradicsomlével és borssal, aztán mignonnal folytatódott és nekem egy narancslével..:D közben volt szó barátnőkről, pasikról, de a fő téma a közös ős volt..:) pici Alszám is levágta a hasonlóságot “Trace” és a közös ős között^^ időközben jöttek Bettiék meg Vanesszáék is, de mi ketten maradtunk..:D

Volt tegnap annyi vicces téma, de a legjobban Alsza táskájában lapuló kis érdekesség vitt mindent..:D:D olyan 7felé talán léptünk le sétálgatni, egymásba karolva; utoljára BabuCycussal sétáltam így talán még 16évesen..:D találkoztunk egy husággal rohangáló bácsival, aki egyfolytában tüzet akart kérni..xD aztán elindultunk haza, teljesen ellenkező irányba.. aztán msn-en tovább folyt a csevegés..:D szeretlek piciAlsza..:) várom a folytatást(yn)

Ma úgy volt, tali Cappíh-val Pesten, de szegény nem tudott volna eljönni.. nem baj, lesz még alkalom, amúgy is tegnap jöttem rá, hogy az IC, amivel Keletibe mentem volna helyjegy köteles; szóval érdekes lett volna, ha ma kapásból egy 6000res bírsággal indítom a napot..:’D

Ma átaludtam a délelőttöt és fél3kor keltem fel..:) addigra már az áram is visszajött az utcába.. rejtvényeztem kicsit, aztán feljöttem netre..

Azt hiszem azonban, h msn-re nem kellett vna ma felmennem.. azaz.. nem kellett volna azt tennem, amit tettem.. de ez van; megtörtént, kiírtam a véleményem és a furcsa az, h Ő meg kiakadt.. vagy nem tudom.. pedig aki itt kiakadhat, az csak én vagyok.. már bánom.. ha lesz, helyrerakom.. szeretem.. nem akartam megbántani..:(

Amúgy meg köszönöm a tegnapi támogatást Mózes Máténak..:) örülök, hogy ismét jóban vagyunk..(K)

Csodálatosan jó délutánom volt..:) Nem is tudom elmondani, mennyire jól éreztem magam..:):)

A 15:06os vonattal mentem át ma TBre; találkoztam Ancsiékkal, gratuláltam a.. nos, azt hiszem, ezt senkinek nem kell megmagyarázni, mihez..:D felszálltam utána a vonatra, és ki jött pár perccel utánam??:D Zsu^^ ment Sanyihoz Pestre; ma este ott alszik..:):) együtt vártuk a csatlakozást TBn; majd én Alsógallán leszálltam..:) ott várt Ryna(L)

Felmentünk hozzájuk, beszélgettünk, zenét hallgattunk.. aztán előkerült a Paula és Paulina sorozat 91. és 92. része; hát annyit nevettünk..xD Estefania meg Botrigo, Botrigo férje..xD meg a magukban beszélő nyálas szereplők..:D:D csináltunk 1-2 képet is, megnyomorgattuk a Lac macit..:D

8óra előtt indultunk le az állomásra..:) ő is jött, ment Helgáért a plázába:) én a vonaton olvastam, közben pedig hallgatnom kellett, ahogy egy lány hangosan b*szogatja a pasiját és féltékenykedik..:D szerinte rajta kívül minden lány egy k*rva, gratulálok kisszívem..:D

Nemrég ettem, ma először..:) fent vagyok msn-en és el nem tudom mondani, mennyire jó dolgokat olvastam.. ki írta?:) nem mondom meg:$:D de szerintem sejtitek, ha olvassátok; hiszen most nem vagyok szomorú..:):) sőt..:$:$

Viszont haragszom Adriánra..:’D ha ma nem ír, 1évig megint nem beszélek vele..:P gonosz vagyok, tudom..:D:D szerintem meg sem lepődne..:D:D

Lassan vége a Különvélemény-nek a TV2-n.. tetszik ez a film^^ jujj, valaki megmasszírozhatná a vállam, úgy fáj..:(:(

Várom a holnapot; délelőtt szoli Szandyval, elvileg tali Alszával..:) aztán a többit meg még alakul..:):)

Szépestét mindenkinek! Ma jól fogok aludni..:)

PásPussz(K)

Lovin’ Alone LeVar Thomas

Get Aways LP Casso

tao (the way) Trauma F. Tragedy

I want it the most (master) IAG

OH SO COOL D.S.T.U.

Empty Inside Velez

Mr Right Jesse ft. Lawrence Prod. Top Dog

Ball Till I Fall Mike Steez

Things That Used To Be LeVar Thomas

I’LL BE RIGHT THERE MILITANT

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Tali, who usually calls herself “Cat”, was jumping around the room with her hands at her chest. So I asked, “Are you pretending to be a kangaroo?” “No!” she exclaimed. “I’m not pretending!” “Oh,” I responded with surprise at her strong insistence, “are you a cat?”

“Yes! I’m a cat!”

We’re pretty sure she knows she’s not a real cat, but moments like that make one wonder…

Alas. I did watch last week’s episode. For some reason, my Tivo denied me the Top 4 goodies…deleted during my week of desert living.

Anyhoo, let’s watch this shit fest. Let’s watch it while I ponder why Sailor Jerry is more expensive than Captain Morgan. No. For reals. A captain always outranks a sailor.

And could I have place a wager with Vegas oddsmakers on who is gonna win this shit fest? Because I can’t think of two ignorant morons who deserve each other more than UNICEF-for-big-women-Luke and I-ate-too-much-in-my-sorority-house-cafeteria-and-got-a-big-ass-Malissa.

As I’m watching the recaps, I can’t understand why last week’s eliminee, Mandy, gave the bastard a hug upon being dumped.

Jesus fraking christ. Let’s check out a bit of the evening’s opening scenes, shall we? While we do not get the requisite “large women eating breakfast scene”, we do get something equally as appalling…

Yo, More To Love camerapeople — I hope you rot in fried Twinkie hell for your gratuitous use of B-Roll.

Creepy Chubby Chaser Luke narrates some nonsense about all these cows living in a low-key, blue collar town. Forgive me. I’m paraphrasing. CCC has been to the most exotic places in the world, yet he lives in a low-key blue collar town with COWS. He also says Malissa has a smoking body.

Malissa is a twat. I don’t care what her body looks like, she’s a twat. Doesn’t matter what you weigh or what you look like — if you’re a twat, you’re a twat.

Let’s waste more time watching CCC debate over the bitch he’s gonna choose as his “wife” versus the girl who is too good for him…all while he plays with his Boston Terrier (maybe not, it’s bigger…I don’t know all my dog breeds). Oh yes, his dog. Why, you ask? Because men with dogs make women go weak in the knees! If a man has a dog, well, you just KNOW that means he can take care of another living being. If a man has a dog, he is screaming, YES, YES YES. I WANT TO SETTLE DOWN AND HAVE CHILDREN.

Jesus christ, I almost wish they would go back to showing B-roll of the cows. This man is 26. If I would have gotten married at 26, I would be divorced by now. Tali comes over to meet CCC and he talks about how they “broke the mold” with his father. I’m desperately trying not to gag myself while CCC and Too-Good-For-Luke-Tali stumble upon OMG a PICNIC BLANKET UNDER A TREE.

I really just want Tali to whip out some Krav Maga on this bastard. And then I want her to beat him with the sandwich. Apparently, CCC’s family may have some questions regarding Tali’s big-city, Israeli nature.

Cry me a chocolate fountain.

My family is all about Christians.

I so want Tali to not only bust out the Krav Maga on his ass, but for her to also bring out the ninja ghosts of Strunk & White to pelt him with The Elements of Style and matzo balls.

Oh crap. This is TWO HOURS LONG. CCC’s family knows how to grill. I would love some of that steak. The grandmother figure of the CCC household was totally kidnapped from a little house on a prairie. She instructs Tali to call her Granny. Seriously. What else would you call a woman who actually wears their hair in a such a bun only seen in productions of Thornton Wilder plays? (I am sooo hoping Granny sees right through Blond Bitchface Malissa, aren’t you?)

Is it just me, but is CCC the one blowing this whole “she’s Jewish” thing out of proportion? Setting up the stage for the whole “I pick Malissa” thing? Or maybe an OMG HE TAKES THE BEAUTIFUL JEW shocker?

Ma Ingels seems to be okay with the whole “Tali is Jewish and from Israel” thing. I think Ma Ingalls would totally vacation in Israel.

I have no idea why Tali thinks CCC is one of the most genuine people she has ever met, but hell, I didn’t edit this crap. CCC’s dad thanks Jesus for the meat and the corn, which seems a bit strange, so, um…I hope Ma Ingalls was kicking her boy under the table. Ma Ingalls may be totally hip. Ma Ingalls needs to take CCC’s poor dog and run. CCC’s dad decides to bring up religion over dessert. NICE ONE. You know CCC took him aside and said, “I’m going with the blond so please mess this up in as grand a fashion as possible, since we’re on TV and everything.”

The next day, CCC is reunited with his one-and-only, Blonde Bitchface. CCC and BB travel to an ultra-tragic strip mall billiards establishment in a limousine, instantly triggering recollections of the we’re-so-cool popular kids in junior high who get their parents to rent them a limo to go to Noble Romans on the last day of school. Even before I was a bitter gal in my early-30s sharing an apartment with a cat, I never understood the sense of entitlement. Or the need for a limo to go to a pizza place on the last day of school.

BB Malissa is a pool shark. I assume she only learned pool in order to get laid in college after she gained the weight.

FOOD FOOD FOOD! It wouldn’t be More to Love without gratuitous shots of FOOD now, would it?

Do you like pepperoni?

Malissa shares with CCC her love of pizza and beer. Oh, Malissa, this makes you SOOOO different from every other girl. You love pepperoni! And pool! Let’s build a life together! WE WILL BE LIKE TWO PEPPERONI PIZZAS COMING TOGETHER TO BECOME ONE.

Ma Ingalls, please see through Blonde Bitchface’s little goody-twoshoes act, please oh please oh please. Please smack her around with one of your killer orthopedic sandels.

CCC’s asshole father takes a liking to Malissa right away, most likely because she looks Aryan, er, I mean Irish. She has Irish Eyes, you see.

Oh I love that.

Malissa’s response to CCC’s father telling her how they always say grace. THIS GIRL IS TOTALLY ALL ABOUT THE CHRISTIANS!!!

CCC’s brother might be okay, judging on the first time I’ve heard him speak. CCC’s father just LOVES Malissa. LOVES HER. He thinks CCC has an easy decision. CCC’s brother doesn’t necessarily agree. I like CCC’s brother, mainly because I have a good heart and want to say something positive about this shit show. Oh, and because CCC’s brother most likely hates his family and Ma Ingalls has totally dropped the ball by falling for Bitchface’s bullshit act. (Whatever, Ma Ingalls. You’re senile.)

Granted, Malissa and Luke DESERVE each other. We all know this fact…cut me some slack, I NEED something to write about for my shit blog, so please, allow me to carry on…

CCC pretends to be all broken up about this difficult decision he needs to make…I think he’s gonna let his mother decide. They’re really close or something. There’s a commercial and I need to go to bed…

Tali and Malissa are forced to live in the same room at the mansion or something. Which makes no sense, because uh, duh, it’s a mansion. They’re hanging out in their pajamas while Malissa acts like a smug bitch when CCC’s mother shows up in a pinstriped Tahari or Albert Nippon pantsuit.

I love your earrings. They’re so beautiful.

Malissa is an ass-kissing twat. I cannot wait until this show is over and I never have to see her again. Wait. Actually I do I hope I see her again. Waiting tables at an Applebee’s in Fresno. Tali, just give up. Walk away. Go to LAX and get on a plane back to NYC. When you say the first thing you noticed about Luke was his looks, Malissa launches into some gigantic bullshit about him being SO COMPASSIONATE, which somehow leads into her talking about how she OMG STUDIED ABROAD IN PARIS. I feel uber-sorry for Tali right now. Wait. No I don’t. She is better off for losing this damn thing. But in all honesty, no one should have to sit there and endure all of this nonsense.

Tali grew up in Israel. Malissa went to Paris for a few months. Tali was a model. MALISSA MADE SCONES.

I might like CCC’s Mom. It appears she sees through Bitchface’s perfect facade.

(Yup, ladies. This is what you’re fighting over.)

CCC’s mom brings up the religious stuff again. Poor Tali. Wait. She is okay with people of different faiths building lives together! Malissa is not pleased, naturally, she responds in the only way she knows how…BITCHFACE!!!

Mama Pantsuit decides she wants a few minutes alone with Tali, mainly because she has already figured out Malissa a manipulative, ridiculously-phony twat. Tali & Mama Pantsuit cement their bond with a heart-to-heart on the balcony. Score one for Tali, wait…

As much as Tali is the better woman, is Luke Conley really a prize? Tali is beautiful, cultured and intelligent. I’m sure there are scores of men better suited to her than the Creepy Chubby Chaser.

Time for Blonde Bitchface to have her one-on-one with Mama Pantsuit. She’s so cutthroat, she brings up her own deceased mother upon sitting down, proceeding to dominate the conversation with a woe-is-me-but-I-rule-and-I-swear-I’m-not-white-trash story. She talks about how she knows she will have a mother there on her wedding day. Mama Pantsuit basically tells her it will NEVER be her but BB keeps on prattling on about how she looked after the chillun’ after her momma died and daddy divorced his second wife and so does not catch this stealthy aside.

Mama Pantsuit rules. When its time for her to talk to sonny boy, she can’t stop RAVING about Tali. I question his intelligence when he starts asking about Malissa, and if she would be a good wife — although it was obvious she prefers Tali. Good thing he figures it out because now we have a CLIFFHANGER at the halfway mark.

Yawn.

Time for Tali & Luke’s final date. Does anyone else want to hear him apologize for the behavior of his maybe-an-anti-semite father? Luke says his mom was proud of his choices, and proud of him choosing her up to this point.

Do you like these kinds of cherries?

NOOOOOOOOOOO. Run, Tali, run!!!

Yo, CCC, I don’t think there are any other kinds being served up besides maraschino, so I have no idea what you mean by these kinds of cherries unless you have some cheese, cherry & whoopie pie plate I don’t know about…which is entirely possible, as we are watching More to Love.

As I watch this ridiculous dinner date, I continuously assure myself this is all scripted, as I see no reason Tali would ever be with a lunkhead like Luke Conley. If he thinks Malissa is “in it to win it”, what about Tali? She is clearly more skilled in the art of winning. Duh. Sorry, Malissa, but did you really think you could tangle with a former member of the Israeli Army? Tali also didn’t put out the ease of Malissa. She played hard to get. However, I still don’t buy her being in love with him.

(Whoa. Weren’t they just sharing dessert? YES. Bad editing. They went from having almost-finished dessert plates to just-served entrees and back to almost-finished dessert at the 1:11 mark.)

I wonder how many times Malissa popped out of her dresses during the filming of this crapfest. Malissa and Luke go to some private outdoor dining venue which I swear was the same castle they used on an early episode. They’re not talking as much as before, as the luster has clearly worn off Blonde Bitchface after Mama Pantsuit spoke her peace. And since Tali is gorgeous, he’s not going to waste his opportunity on a girl whose only contribution to society at large may be obnoxious tan lines (I have never understood why women wear strapless dresses with conflicting tan lines. It drives me up the wall. How hard is it to not wear anything strapless when you insist on wearing swimsuits with straps?? Every bikini I own is a bandeau and I only wore tube tops on my vacation. I know how to represent.)

Tacky Tanlines says some insincere shit about how she would marry him and they would be oh-so-happy. All CCC has to do is toast, “To Luke and Melissa” and as if on cue, Tacky Tanlines is spouting off some nonsense about how he’s the most amazing guy she’s ever met. She says she loves him. He says he loves her. Oh, the things people say to get sex. (Oh come on…he had to have…the way he leers screams I WANT TO HAVE SLEEP WITH YOU and not much else…plus, she would actually be willing.)

THE MORNING OF WHAT MIGHT BE THE BIGGEST DAY IN LUKE CONLEY’S LIFE

He shaves. He makes coffee. He sits around. For some reason, there are only two white shirts in his closest and he appears to be putting one on, yet, when he is in the limo on the way to pick out engagement rings (PRODUCT PLUG FOR BEN BRIDGE), he is wearing a striped, dark-gray button-down and sportscoat. BAD EDITING.

The girls go to be prettied up (separately) by a rocker gay at some random salon as the Creepy Chubby Chaser makes his decision. Emme is forced to show up again, poor thing. Hey, we are in tough economic times and she just wanted a paycheck. You know she hates this crap because this is soooo not what she signed up for. We see the girls finishing the primping process, talking about how nervous they are. Bitchface just comes off as sounding like SHE HAS TO WIN AND THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO HER RIGHT NOW. Then we see CCC pondering scripted shit while posing with the engagement ring in faux-ponderous moments.

Sigh. We’re at the 1:35 mark so I assume this means two more commercial breaks and another 5-7 minutes of filler before the final dumping ensues. I’m just wondering how those cows are doing. I guess they’re sleeping. I assume Papa Conley goes cow tipping in the name of Jesus Christ His Lord and Savior after as 12-pack.

The proposal/dumping area is a tawdry site, beginning with a tiered walkway over the swimming pool, with a candle and flower-lined purple velvet finish line. There is even a small round table draped in hanging threads of translucent plastic. Translucent plastic hangs from other shit, too, as evidenced by the extensive B-roll showcasing the dorm-room decor. I swear they bought that shit from the home section of the Delia’s catalog (I am currently wearing a waffle-knit Delia’s shirt at the moment, okay? But I’m too old for about 89% of Delia’s homegoods, so…)

Malissa arrives in a limo (Huh, I thought they all were home and he had a separate apartment or something. So confused!) and we see her step out mysteriously, feet first (LOVE the tacky foot tatt, Ma-liss, soooo classy), which is just amusing considering the fact we’ve already seen what each woman is wearing.

This is the worst dumping EVER. This is not a dumping, this is a bloodbath. Is this guy a moron? (Um, yeah.) Even though I can’t stand this twat, I REALLY REALLY REALLY wished she would have kneed the bastard in the nuts.

Everybody, all together now…AWKWARD!!!!

Truth be told, when my friend Michele sent me the link to this show’s Facebook page before I even watched the first episode, I called Tali based on the photos alone. Tali and Cool Bonnie were the most beautiful of all the girls, except it was obvious Cool Bonnie was just too damn cool for Moist Hand Luke. We watched as he systematically eliminated all the biggest girls, keeping arguably the four smallest of the bunch. Is it really any surprise he would end up choosing the most exotic-yet-safe-looking one of the bunch? Humans are shallow, so…

(Hey, Malissa, next time, think before you give it up every time the two of you are alone, mmm-kay.) Malissa retires to the limo, where she wonders why it wasn’t her. She also cries into her boobs. Well, a little…she’s just pissed she lost. Part of me feels bad for her because I am not completely cold and heartless, however, she kind of got what was coming her way since day one of this shit show.

Moist Hand Luke is all torn up. He sobs in the teenaged girl’s bedroom the producers have so kindly set up outside the rented mansion. I want him to play that song Taylor Swift wrote about the Jonas kid who dumped her ass for the dumb-vampire-movie girl. (I think that’s what happened. Let me call my 15-year-old niece to confirm.)

She is so gonna dump your ass.

I feel her and I could change the world together.

Oh yeah, buddy. I give her three months, four, tops. I can’t shake the sneaking suspicion she’s just too damn good for him, can you? And don’t you ever wonder how these girls can’t tell the outcome as soon as they see the guy’s face? If it were me and I saw what Bitchface saw standing on the crushed purple velvet, I would have turned around and gotten back in the limo.

You are such a beautiful, curvy woman.

CREEPY CHUBBY CHASER, WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP SAYING CURVY?? Tali looks scared. She’s wondering if she’s actually gonna have to go through with the engagement now. I give the girl credit, mainly because she’s a tough gal and hell, freaking out over winning a fake dating show can totally illicit similar reactions to excitement over getting engaged. I mean, I think. I’ve not been on a reality TV show and only one idiot actually ever thought about asking me to marry him so hey, I can totally accept the fact I may be talking out of my asshole.

Luke spins his new fiancee around. I guess this is supposed to be poetic or something, since you know, he just doesn’t see a woman’s size.

Congratulations to the happy couple. I wish them the best. Maybe Luke isn’t such a Creepy Chubby Chaser and maybe Tali really does love him. Maybe these two kids will make it, if only for the pleasure of enduring countless awkward pre-BBQ prayers and potato blessings with Papa Conley.

The one thing I’m hoping for is that this is the one and only season of More to Love. I don’t have time for this nonsense…although I would love to see a reunion episode…

…with tuxedoed, out-of-work actors serving meat-on-a-stick, of course.

More To Love ended last night with the bachelor, Luke Conley, picking 26-year-old New York native Tali.

Luke, a 26-year-old real estate investor who weighs over 300 pounds, proposed to Tali, and she said yes during the 2 hour finale. Tali was chosen over runner up, Malissa.

More To Love’s format was similar to that of The Bachelor, but geared towards plus-size women looking for love.

No word yet on whether or not the couple is still together.

“Is that which exists in reality greater than that which exists in the mind? … I hear this topic come up a lot. There are constant status battles between conceptual thinkers and designers, builders, makers, and/or programmers [the so-called 'doers' and 'thinkers'].”

Almost a thousand years ago, Anselm of Canterbury proved the existence of God in a seemingly stunning exercise of logic:

1. God, at least in concept, is a being that than which nothing greater can be conceived.

2. Even the fool who said in his heart that there is no God, understands the concept of God. And whatever is understood exists in the understanding.

3. And assuredly, that than which nothing greater can be conceived cannot exist in the understanding alone: then it can be conceived to exist in reality, which is greater.

4. Therefore, if god is greater than that which can be conceived, he must exist in reality.

Anselm explains his logic: “For when a painter first conceives of what he will afterwards perform, he has it in his understanding, he does not yet understand it to be, because he has not yet performed it. But after he has made the painting, he both has it in his understanding and he understands that it exists, because he has made it.” In other words, a completed painting in reality is greater than one which exists in the mind.

By Tali Krakowsky, Published: Jun 01, 2009

When Krakowsky proposed the status battles between the ‘doers’ and the ‘thinkers’, I had immediately chose my side before continuing to read the article. I am a “Head in the Clouds Thinker”, no question about it. I will think my thoughts out loud sometimes with no regard to reality and how things are done or if there is anything hindering my thought patterns. This is a big pet peeve of my significant other who finds it very irritating when I say, “I could live here!”, or, “I want that car.”, when I have either no means or necessity to do these things or have already made a decision prior to do something else. But it goes far beyond material objects. Simple and Complex thoughts spill from my vocabulary on a consistent basis.

There has to be a time in your life where you’ve heard from a friend or family member, “I have this awesome idea!” They tell you about it, time goes by, and nothing has happened in the name of progress to achieve this idea or goal. I would include myself of being guilty of saying this and not having done anything about it – on several occasions. But every now and then, one of these ideas will come about and I do something about it or had made significant progress to achieving that idea.

My ideas have ranged from starting a screen printing company, publishing a magazine, going to Hollywood to be a screenwriter, going back to school to be an architectural engineer, digital animator or automotive designer, publish a newsletter insert into a newspaper, starting my own design firm/studio, owning Real Estate, etc. Well, I developed an entire business plan for a printing company, developed all the demographics and portfolio I needed to publish a magazine, never attempted going to Hollywood, I went back to school for digital animation but then found it wasn’t for me, I designed the cover for a newsletter and wrote a few articles, I’ve begun freelancing graphic design, and I now own an apartment building and working towards more. So, of all those ideas, a few of them came about and almost all of them have some amount of work put towards them.

If everyone actually worked towards their ‘idea’, what would the world be like right now? How many ideas have come and gone through inaction? It is undoubtedly true that their are many times more ideas than their are material and/or tangible things which have been developed. Credit is owed to the ‘doers’ for doing more than just thinking, for doing more than just babbling about it. This can even be seen in a political sense – when people say something should be done about this, yet they do nothing but hold a picket sign, but then someone thinks the opposite and runs for State Representative to do something about it – who do you think who’s thoughts are going to come to fruition?

So, you could easily be an immense thinker with wild and crazy ideas, but the moment you act on it, you’re a ‘doer’. So, as I write this, I realize I am not a “Head in the Clouds Thinker” – I’m more of a “Change Artist with a Marked Propensity for Action”… a ‘Doer’.

Have you seen this show, More To Love?  A dating/reality show for REAL (read: fat) people?  They found a schlubby, tubby, moderately successful guy, and a bunch of plus-sized women to go gaga over him, and then filmed it.  I thought it would be interesting actually (or, at least, make for good TV), but it’s neither.  Here are my three major complaints.

The Women

Most of the time they are crying.  And when they’re not crying they’re eating.  Seriously, the producers are dicks, and just put food everywhere I guess.  But the main issue is the crying.  “Nobody ever asks me out because of my size!”  “All my boyfriends treated me like shit because of my size!”  “I was afraid to put on a bathing suit because of my size!”  We get it.  Enough.  I just don’t understand; if it’s THAT much of an issue, could you go to a gym or eat less?  People do amazing, courageous things everyday, like quitting smoking, or becoming a vegetarian, or quitting booze.  Why are you so special?

And, okay, if its a glandular thing, or you eat because you are depressed or whatnot, can you try dating fat guys?  I mean, who are the guys you went out with?  There are TONS of fat guys who would freakin’ love to date you.  So you don’t get to go home with the moderately obese guy on the TV show.  Big whoop.  Go to Pittsburgh or Detroit or another of America’s fattest cities and you’ll find plenty of men who would run to be with you (if they could run).

The Dude

Every girl on the show is smitten with him.  Why?  Because he keeps telling them how beautiful they all are, and how he’s not going to judge them on their size, that they can – finally! – feel safe in who they are.  Problem with this is that, of the three girls remaining, they’re the prettiest and thinnest.  All the super-sized girls are gone; all the fugly girls are gone.  The ones left are actually quite attractive, and would be considered hot by normal standards if they lost a little weight.  But even with it, they’re still prettier than most women.

So this guy, who’s supposed to be this great lover of large women, a true saint who sees only the INSIDE, has acted just like every other guy these girls have complained about.  I would feel sorry for the contestants, but I just don’t.

The Viewer

This would be me, and for this I have no excuse.  Why do I keep watching this shit?

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