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Greeks and great abs

If you read a few posts here, you'll learn I have a way of sneaking in topics about 6-pack abs. With or without a great gluteus maximus to go along with it, I'd still point out this well done mini site on the Metropolitan Museum.

The Met's new Greek and Roman galleries will now allow the gallery to exhibit 95% of its collection. The reconstruction pays homage to the original architects and is beautifully depicted at nytimes.com with panoramas and 360's. 

Gentlemen, please step to the East

Found this amusing map floating around -it's supposedly from National Geographic's February issue.
Yes, I represent part of that big fat orange circle in the Northeast.

Short of switching coasts to LA or the predominantly gay San Francisco, it looks like there are really big single Texas boys hanging out in three of the largest "fat" cities in the US... otherwise I can find gambling addicts in Vegas or some overcooked tan single men in sunny Phoenix.

Coming Soon to a treadmill near me

I've decided to pay for pain. February 1st was the first time I've ever joined a gym. March 1st came around and I still had not stepped one foot into the gym. On March 15 I decided to hire a personal trainer to force me to get my ass to the gym, and have someone bark at me twice a week.

I find it funny that the best priced training package per hour at New York Sports Club is called "Wedding Ready." The club assumes that since you've committed to another human being for the rest of your life, you're willing to commit to two days a week for 12 weeks. I can do this. The 12 weeks, that is. Not the lifetime part. Anyone can buy the package - I actually think it's a great marketing call to get those brides down a dress size or two.

Here's another great marketing plan - NYSC is the Official Health Club of the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival - and they're bringing the movie shorts to the cardio machine screens from April 25 to May 5. Yay! I'm actually excited for this.

My legs are hoping there won't be 10 minutes of advertisements.

You can't always get the tattoo you want

I'm an addicted Sopranos fan. I have to be. The real Sopranos' house is four blocks from mine, and the location scouts always pick places I'm familiar with - right up to the Johnnycakes that were served across the street from my last agency. And of course, 78 episodes later, I still feel secure I'll find great writing and acting.

I am one to look for editing details, but I'm not one to stare at women's breasts. In the case of Janice Soprano, you can't help but notice them. What I noticed last night during the long awaited season premier, is Janice's boob appeared to be... not quite the same as the previous seasons.

It's that Rolling Stones tattoo we all love her for. It used to be a REAL Mick Jagger tongue sticking straight down her cleavage, in perfect logo form. Now it looks like a first-timer laid down her ink and made that tongue slightly narrower and the upper lip less full.

Yes, she shows us her breasts long enough to pick this up. All the people watching it with me agreed as I pointed it out. Could it be that the Rolling Stones demanded payment for the rights to use it? Could HBO have demanded money for product placement?

I wouldn't be surprised. The alcoholic fans watching with me pointed out something I've never noticed. All previous outdoor Soprano gatherings have included only Budweiser beer. Take note in a boat scene with Bobby and Tony - Bobby wishes his wife was as hot as his Heineken.

Here's the beef

Perfect blog post on this Good Friday...
Here's a man with way too much fat on his hands. Check out Robert Bolesta's Value Pack fonts. As Bill stated when he sent this to me, it's awesomeness.