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a boy and Henry Gross

Mmph. Wow. I had a trying day today. I can't even begin. Fate has an unbelievably advanced sense of humor. As with anything though, it's life. And it just keeps happening. Cruel as it may be, I'm always prepared for crueler. Ever mindful of the other shoe, am I. Things could always have gone differently, the object, for me, is to keep differently from consuming me.
I feel strong. This is forced. I have an underlying strength, kind of like a good wind in the right direction. I'm getting older, and I'm understanding things that I want, and how to go about getting them, and at the same time being very cognizant of how young I am. I'm in touch with my young, rebellious side, and I'll never, ever, have more hair than I have now. So I'm forging ahead. There's no reason to dwell on failures, or would-haves. That's a Lou Cicalese thing to do. I'm not doing Lou Cicalese things anymore. I'm only doing Joe Cicalese things. And being a man, and speaking up for myself, and being confident and decisive. God. This is classic.
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I got a twitter account, yo. Network with me sometime.
I ran on the treadmill again today. I have a strict workout regimine. I run everyday for 30 minutes. If it rains outside, I run on the treadmill. If it rains on the treadmill, I fix the plumbing. I've been pretty good about it, assuming that everyday means 4-6 days a week. I also do the Wii Fit thing sometimes instead of running, it's the best. I've never hula'd so hard in my life. Plus I can put the 'Wii-mote' in my pocket and jog through Wii-land with all my Mii pals. It's so pleasant and Asian. Probably in the top 5 happiest lands ever. Along with Disneyland, Maryland, and Neverland. A good wikipedia page to read is Michael Jackson's. I've been obsessed with pop stars and their rises and declines lately. I downloaded To Hell and Back: The Meat Loaf Story yesterday, and I am SO excited to watch it. I saw it on VH1 a long time ago and it was AWESOME! The guy who played Mary's brother Warren in There's Something About Mary, W. Earl Brown, plays Meat Loaf. It's such a cheesy made for tv biopic, I love it. It's even more sensational than Notorious. I mean, Michael "Meat Loaf" Aday (another wikipedia page you should read.) has actually led a life that sounds like it had to have been made up for a made for tv movie about a rock star. It's actually entirely possible that Meat Loaf is based on this movie. Ooh and I just found out his real name isn't even Michael it's Marvin! I love the internet. And meat loaf. But I can't have any, cuz if then, why all the running?
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So here it is. The semi-annual joesgoingtostartpostinginhislivejournalagain post. I think it's for real this time though. Maybe.
I was in the middle of learning how to moonwalk, having just successfully fixed my record player, when the fierce and tangible urge to update people I vaguely know on what course my Saturday night has taken struck me like an impulse that's ferocious and keenly felt. I had planned to use the ever-popular facebook status to inform the masses, but alas my message would go compromised; I just have too many mentionworthy things to convey for a honest day's facebook status. There isn't really a way to include both the record player repair AND the moonwalking in the short space allotted by the status field appropriately. It would sound ridiculous, like a run-on sentence that just perpetuates and perpetuates and continues to the point where the sentence should have been aborted, where it again continues. I digress. Not in this instance, but I have been known to digress from time to time. In fact, the longer I talk about past digressions, the more this begins to feel like a digression in itself! Wild. I didn't even see it coming.
Anywhatsoforth, at the center of all this to-do and/or hubbub, is the very inspiration for my internet usage this evening. My inherent desire to aggrandize my own awesomeness (not easy, it's hard enough just aggrandizing in general) for the benefit of those boreder than I (this is you), through the reference of cool things like record players and moonwalking. The old, reliable, mention-cool-stuff-in-a-public-forum-so-that-people-will-think-you're-cool trick. In today's world where status fields are limited to a mere 350-characters and yet activities continue to soar to heights up to and including an all time high, it's difficult to really accurately convey the cool things I do in my spare time. There are methods around this, but they each come at a cost. Let's break down some options, here:

Posting your tales of adventures (or adventures of tales) across two or more statuses (statii?) seems like a good way to get all of your mentionables out there, but ware be you, there are side effects. First, someone might see one and not the other on their news feed, and wrongfully believe that you've only done one awesome thing today. This paints an incomplete picture for anyone who uses facebook to paint pictures. Also people will judge you for being an overzealous updater.

Posting your shit in a note. On facebook. You know, like a facebook note thing where you tag people. This is actually a pretty good suggestion. But I already started typing this into livejournal before I thought of it. And you have to tag people and I hate to play favorites.

Message in a bottle Too cold at the beach. Also no friends overseas.

Anyway I'm crazy bored, yo. I fixed my record player which is awesome, cuz I used to have to advance the needle manually every 30 seconds, but now it works perfectly. Also I'm trying to figure out how to moonwalk through youtube.

Later on.
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Did you know that Keith Olbermann can no longer drive as his depth perception was rendered invalid following a leap into a subway car where he bumped his head? He's so fucking batshit crazy!
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OK. A few orders of business. First, I started using my old keyboard again, and it sucks. The spacebar key doesn't work, the V button requires multiple attempts each time for successful application. It's terrible. On the bright side, I've learned the true joy of Sweden's seemingly non-commital stance on pirating American films online. They say, no problem, or actually..."ingen oro", and I say, thanks for letting me download No Country for Old Men for free. And in beautiful seven hundred and twenty pixels per line high definition quality. No seriously, thank you Sweden. As if the Volvo and Ingmar (and Ingrid for that matter) Bergman were not enough, you had to go and up the ante. Nice work, ye of little stated intent during World War II.
But I digress, as people in the blogging community have been known to do. I need to update the concerned public on my whoseabouts. Or wherearounds. I'm still unemployed. Ungainfully. It sucks, but my parents keep giving me money for little things around the house. I am making SUCH a good living for a bum. I feel like more of a fire could be lit in the ass area of my body were I not so well-off despite my lack of a solid income. A person in my situation should be desperate, seeking an interim career as a lawn dart, should the pay support something like a food habit or some kind of bill-paying hobby. I, however, am blissfully unaffected by the recession and my current inability to connect with a job or at least a semi-regular paycheck. Well, not unaffected, but I just feel like were it not for all the movies I've been illegally watching, I might have some concern as to what lies in my future. Like poverty, for example, or at least some severe state of homelessness. I exaggerate, of course. Only mild homelessness is really likely. Severe homelessness is in a car, except your car is a convertible with a hole in the top. I'm more apt to the living in your parents house until you're 24 type of homelessness, which is kind of en vogue right now (as in popular, not the group from the 90's that sings You're Never Gonna Get It).
I'm satisfied, though. My collegiate pursuits have presented unprecedented success. I may graduate college before Amy Winehouse joins the 27 club, which is kind of nice. Being semi-married is working out well. Valerie is unwavering in her position as least-intolerable girlfriend ever, and she deserves a lot of credit for it. We're together roughly 98 out of every 99 days, and I still kind of feel like I have a soul, so that's good.
I've been participating in the first annual (maybe not annual, but certainly first ever) PCCNJMGT, that is to say the Pop Culture Casualties New Jersey Mini-Golf Tournament. I mentioned the idea to Keith at a party while drunk, and he actually ran with it, contributing much legwork, for which I am appreciative, I think. I believe I am currently in 4th place (out of five). It's pretty serious. Rules and regulations have been printed, t-shirts are forthcoming.

I don't know. Is that it? I think it is. That's my entire life right now. Movies, monogamy, and mini golf. Don't act like you're not kinda jealous. Ooh and I'm finally all caught up with the Office. Some serious shit just went down in the season 4 finale, which I downloaded from Sweden's own And I forgot to thank Sweden for ABBA, too. Mamma Mia.