Fashion Board 5-7-04 to 6-9-04

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Didn't he do that gay cruise movie with Cuba Gooding

Dunno. I leave the gay cruise movie and broadway musical trivia to Thurgreed.

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Well, you also said this:

"And I am sure the board will mainly agree that I am mostly correct when I say it is much harder to run on the treadmill than do whatever one does on the ellipse bc you are actually carrying your baggage as opposed to haveing the machine carry it for you."

Which means that you think the ellipse is an easier workout.

Hence, a workout for pussies.

Wrong-o, Bucky. The appropriate subtext is that the ellipse is for the fats who cannot carry their own bagggage because they are running around with a couple of freeweights in their thighs or bellies. Fats are not necessarily pussies. Fats who read GQ on the ellipse however are pussies.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by paigowprincess


Makes me glad I am not married.

You've had this discussion with your fiance, right?

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
You've had this discussion with your fiance, right?

Uh Oh. Sounds like someone's wife asked him to clean the ziti pan while the Bachelor was on.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Wrong-o, Bucky. The appropriate subtext is that the ellipse is for the fats who cannot carry their own bagggage because they are running around with a couple of freeweights in their thighs or bellies. Fats are not necessarily pussies. Fats who read GQ on the ellipse however are pussies.

Oh yes, how could I forget about subtext in a discussion about the elliptical machine, Ms. Ad Hoc?

I see PLENTY of young nubile 22-yr old girls on the ellipses.

Of course, the treadmill is for pussies too, but nevertheless...

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Oh yes, how could I forget about subtext in a discussion about the elliptical machine, Ms. Ad Hoc?

I see PLENTY of young nubile 22-yr old girls on the ellipses.

Of course, the treadmill is for pussies too, but nevertheless...

If treadmills are for pussies and you are viewing the nubile young 22 yos on ellipses, than either you are a treadmill running pussy, or you are really kinda disgusting and maybe more pizza hut than chicago deep dish yourself. The gap between you and Wonk, maybe not so wide.

[baltassoc]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Didn't he do that gay cruise movie with Cuba Gooding (who the fuck picks rolls for that guy? Would someone shoot that person?!?)? The one that was in theaters for all of one weekend?

He was in a movie with that guy from Sliders, can't remember his name. Tomcats. Actually fairly funny in a gross-out humor kind of way. Sanz wasn't bad, but it was a minor role. Good seen involving chasing a testicle around a hospital. I'm not sure it made it into theaters ever; I hadn't heard of it until I caught it on a very bad TV night.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Sounds like someone's wife asked him to clean the ziti pan while the Bachelor was on.

Sounds like someone's negotiating a pretty comprehensive prenup. How many blow jobs does he get per week?

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
wrong-o, skippy. WHat I was saying is that workign out on an ellipse while reading a mag is for pussies. you originally said that working out on the ellipse is for pussies.

I agree.

That's why I also run on the treadmill and the stairmaster. If you do 10-15 min on each, then lift weights for a while, you get a good workout and avoid wearing doen the same muscle group over and over.

I never said I wasn't a pussy about this shit. I don't jog. I'll bike, but fuck running. Its hard on my knees. And I can't both read and/or watch television and listen to music while doing it.

I don't give a rat's ass how "great" a workout it is... just so long as it keeps me from getting fat and keeps me toned and gives me the endorphin rush, who cares?

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
If treadmills are for pussies and you are viewing the nubile young 22 yos on ellipses, than either you are a treadmill running pussy, or you are really kinda disgusting and maybe more pizza hut than chicago deep dish yourself. The gap between you and Wonk, maybe not so wide.

At my gym, they also have free weights, exercise machines, medicine balls, stretching mats and beginner seductive fitness fucking class.

Imagine that.

Nice ass though. Keep those knees up.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I agree.

That's why I also run on the treadmill and the stairmaster. If you do 10-15 min on each, then lift weights for a while, you get a good workout and avoid wearing doen the same muscle group over and over.

I never said I wasn't a pussy about this shit. I don't jog. I'll bike, but fuck running. Its hard on my knees. And I can't both read and/or watch television and listen to music while doing it.

I don't give a rat's ass how "great" a workout it is... just so long as it keeps me from getting fat and keeps me toned and gives me the endorphin rush, who cares?

I actually honestly believe you can get a decent workout on the elliptical machine and, of course, the treadmill. I was just poking the old lady for fun.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Wrong-o, Bucky. The appropriate subtext is that the ellipse is for the fats who cannot carry their own bagggage because they are running around with a couple of freeweights in their thighs or bellies. Fats are not necessarily pussies. Fats who read GQ on the ellipse however are pussies.

I gotta admit, this is cracking me up, because in the last week, I've read, among others, both GQ and Vanity Fair in the gym. They just happened to be in the mag rack.

BTW, the new GQ has a great article on this poor girl who's doing life for a crime she didn NOT commit. Her name is Lisl Auman. Its worth reading. And there's a great piece by somebody about how prosecutors have gone nuts on business people in the dot com fallout. But don't read Hitchens' piece on Joyce. He's so fucking pompous.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Right. I am picturing some slob who is too pussed out to actually run outside like a real man. trailing Vanity Fair subscription cards in his wake, making a huge mess and then sprawling on the couch eating twice what he burned off on the stairmaster while his nagging wife wags a finger at him.

Makes me glad I am not married.

You know this is not true.

You can ask the few folks who've seen me in the flesh whether this is true.

I'm absurdly vain. Its nearly a mental problem.

ETA: Post workout I enjoy black beans done with some cayenne pepper sauce, suateed onions, cheddar cheese and salsa fresca on the side. I've been eating that for about six months now. Seems to give me great energy and I don't gain weight, and the shit tastes great.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I gotta admit, this is cracking me up, because in the last week, I've read, among others, both GQ and Vanity Fair in the gym. They just happened to be in the mag rack.

BTW, the new GQ has a great article on this poor girl who's doing life for a crime she didn NOT commit. Her name is Lisl Auman. Its worth reading. And there's a great piece by somebody about how prosecutors have gone nuts on business people in the dot com fallout. But don't read Hitchens' piece on Joyce. He's so fucking pompous.

Wasn't that in VF, not GQ?*

*read both on a plane, not in the gym

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
If treadmills are for pussies and you are viewing the nubile young 22 yos on ellipses, than either you are a treadmill running pussy, or you are really kinda disgusting and maybe more pizza hut than chicago deep dish yourself. The gap between you and Wonk, maybe not so wide.

Hey, don't drag my ass into this. I don't go to gyms, because they tend to be occupied by preening weenies, hyper-aggressive spinsters clinging desperately to the final shreds of their rapidly disappearing youth, and out-of-shape, leering pigs the sort of which I would never want to be associated with. I get my workout walking the dog, chasing the Wonk Monster around the house at bath time, and vigorously shaking the martini shaker.

If you want me I'll be in the bar. Nasty cougar in training.