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One actor that I've never been quite able to figure out is Matthew Broderick.

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off" is in my top 8 of movies. A young Matthew Broderick plays one of my favorite characters of all time. But after Ferris Bueller, his career really confuses me. He was great in "Inspector Gadget" and "The Cable Guy." But his choices to make "Godzilla," "The Stepford Wives" and "Deck the Halls" makes no sense to me. He must have enough money to never have to work again.

Most confusing, however, is his decision to marry that evil wench of a woman Sarah Jessica Parker.

I have no problem saying that I think Matthew Broderick is decent looking. He has a boyish charm and loves to play ping-pong. He could easily get any other vixen in Hollywood. Hells, Mia Sara, who played Sloan, is single. I think they should get back together. It's clear that Sarah Jessica Parker doesn't appreciate him and is better off with some other horse face.

It's no secret that I like a good chorerographed dance scene in movies. I have no shame in admitting that I enjoy a good musical here and there. While watching "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" this morning I realized just how awesome the parade scene is in that movie. Then i got to thinking, " which scene do I like better?"

The Day-O Scene from Beetlejuice:



or

Twist and Shout from Ferris Bueller



After watching both scenes about 12 times, I came to the conclusion that Twist and Shout is far superior. My favorite part of the scene comes at 0:58, when that black guy does that shake dance. It's awesome. I also like the scene better because there is an emphasis on balloons. I truly believe balloons can make the worst of days better. As a matter of fact, if this nasty sinus infection that I have been battling kills me, I want at least 4 dozen balloons at my funeral. I also want a cover band.

Ice Cream Kid

Something I've been thinking about for the past few months (and I think Aaron Karo touched on it in a recent Ruminations) is at what point in my life am I going to stop calling people "kids". The other day, I ran into this kid from high school (see I just said "kid") and he said " Hey so who are you living with these days?" and I said Mike B and some other kids. Now, even though we act like we are 9, none of the people I live with can be considered a "kid". We are all in our mid 20's with good jobs and some even have serious girlfriends. So there's no reason for me to be calling them "kids". I could just as easily say "dudes" or " gentlemen" but "kids" always comes out. Whatever. I'm not ready to be an adult.

I don't understand why VH1 couldn't wait until the end of the millennium to come out with a show called "I :ove the New Millennium". Don't get me wrong, I've watched every single episode like twice this week, and they got some awesome panelists (Winne Cooper, Six from Blossom, and of course the great Michael Ian Black and Hal Sparks, to name a few), but isn't a tad soon to be recapping a decade that's only 80% complete? I know VH1 has "Best Week Ever" but at least they air that when the week is done, not on Wednesday.

I have no interest in celebrity gossip, for about the past year and a half I've been reading PerezHilton.com once or twice a day. It's mostly to catch a new celebrity Nip Slip or to see what that crazy old Britney Spears is up to. But I've recently decided to stop looking at his site because of the way he treats my dream girl, Miss Lily Allen. He constantly posts nothing but negative news about her, and I will not support his stupid site any longer. With that being said, I do need to get my celeb sleaze so I have made What Would Tyler Durden Do as my number one celeb site.

Lily Allen is adorable, and dare I say it, a beautiful singer. I'll even go as far as to say that I would like to date her, and if you know me, you know I don't date. But I would make a case for Lily, and here's why:

She dyed her hair pink.


If anyone has seen me recently, you know that my hair is also shocking. As in shockingly long and stupid. But I'm cutting on July 4th.

She loves to party




Everyone knows I also love to party.

She loves ice cream!



Not only is she eating ice cream in that picture, which is something that I do 5 nights a week, but she is eating what seems to be a Pink Panther bar. While the Pink Panther bar is not in my top 5 of ice cream bars (see below for list), I can respect her choice. Anything ice cream that also has bubble gum in it is top notch.

Lily Allen's FTW attitude really gets me going, and I also love her accent. I think that she would enjoy my company. If anyone knows her, give her my number. Thx.

Sean's top 5 Ice Cream Bars. (In order of awesome to most awesome)

5. Spongebob
4. Power Rangers
3. WWF
2. Old School Tweety Bird
1. Snoopy

I nearly got killed the other day while chasing the ice cream man for a Snoopy Bar, but that's a different story for a different day.

hey

Well I suppose it's been some time since I've written anything. Whatever. Get off my case.

My running streak is in tact. I've done at least one mile every day since February 11th. I think there's only been 3 or 4 days where I've run only 1 mile... if I'm gonna do a short run I do at least 2 just because I don't like to get everything all dirty and sweaty for only a mile. But there's been a few days with horrendous weather that I've only done a mile. With the weather getting warmer, I've been going in the early mornings. Or sometimes if I'll do a quick two miler done on my lunch break or whatever., No worries. The summer run series began last week. I love the summer run series.

I've changed the name of the blog to Dinosaurs and Pez because the name Run then Blog implies that I would be writing a lot about running, which is cool and all, but I don' want to limit myself to that. Running has become something I just do. I just run ya know. Dinosaurs and Pez are two of my favorite things, so wtf mate I might as well just call this that.

If any chick out there reads this, I have a question:

when ya'll wrap your heads in a towel like this-



Does your hair actually get dry?


Speaking of chicks and / or women, the Presidential Election is coming up in November and after the longest goddamn primary season ever, it looks like it will be John McCain vs. Barack Obama. While this is interesting on a thousand different levels, something that I've been noticing the past week or so is the media's coverage on whether or not the millions of female Hillary Clinton supporters are going to support Obama or McCain. This is stupid to me. If you were supporting Clinton, male or female, I would think that you were supporting the Democratic Party. There should be no question as to if the so called supporters were going to vote for Obama or McCain. Now this is going to sound incredibly sexist, but this is my blog so I don't care, but what this whole thing tells me is that the women of this country still have no idea as to whats really going on. Here we have George W. Bush ruining the country for the past 8 years, and there is still a possibility that the millions of female Democratic "supporters" that came out super strong in the primaries are going to vote for another stupid Republican just for the off chance that Clinton will run again in 2012 and they can vote for her then. That makes a ton of sense I suppose... Vote in McCain, suffer for another 4 years, then hope that Clinton runs again. It's cool, everyone else will pay 6 bucks a gallon for gas, the U.S will blow up 40 percent of the rest of the world, but you chicks will get another chance in 2012 to really make a statement.

Now your a man

Well today I was supposed to do 7 miles of tempo work, but my ankle was really bothering me, so I only got 4 miles in at an easy pace.

As I stated in my last post, I am a real manly man. The last of a dying breed as they say. But compared to my good friend and living companion,Badass Baby Nicky Lombardo, I'm a real sissy. Nick Lombardo can build an entire room, walls and everything, in 3 hours. A project like that may take me 3 days and a team of immigrants. But anyway, I went to the store with Nick earlier tonight. Nick was in the market for a new pair of construction boots. I've never even put a pair of construction boots on, and Nick is buying multiple pairs. As I watched him look for a worthy pair of stompers, I got to thinking... Am I really as manly as I think I am?

Things that make me manly:

I took Man Class in High School
I started the biggest chapter of NOMAAM in the United States
I love to drink beer
I can grill almost anything
I only own one thing from the Gap
I've never plucked my eyebrows
I know how to use a hammer

Things that make me a sissy:

I don't eat meat
I put my hair in a "ponytail" when I go to bed
I listen to a few chick singers
My top 3 : Clooney, Knoxville, Mcconaughey


I'll let you decide.

Tough Race

I've kind of fallen out of the whole Long Island race scene these past few months, mostly for financial reasons... Most races are like 20-25 bucks, and for some time I was doing one or two races per weekend.. it all added up. But there are certain races that I make a point to run in... The Great Cow Harbor for instance, and this weekend was the Kings Park 15K, a race that for lack of a better word kicked my ass last year. In my opinion, and from what I overheard at the race, the Kings Park course is the toughest road course on Long Island. Most of the race is run up long, gradual hills, making it great practice for the Providence Marathon. I don't have much of a problem running up hills... It doesn't put any extra strain on my body, but it does slow me down a bunch, so thats something I need to work on. I also need to work on using the momentum of running down hill to give me extra energy. Besides being a really tough course, the weather yesterday kind of sucked. The torrential rain on Friday left the course a mess, and about 50 minutes into the race the rain started up again. It was the perfect air temp though, so that was good. Despite the weather, the turnout was more than double then last year... I think like 600 people finished the race. My time of 1:41:34 was good enough to put me in 508th place. I'm not too concerned about that though, I killed my time from last year and this race is also a Long Island Track Championship Race, so it attracted the most elite runners.

The marathon training is going really good. I did somewhere around 51 miles last week. During the race yesterday, I was running alongside an older gentleman, and we got to talking.. I was telling him about my training program and also about the streak, and he reiterated something that I've been kind of concerned about. After a long run, it's recommended that you take a day off to give your body the proper recovery time you need. I've been running 2 miles the day after a long run. I feel fine doing it, but it may be doing more harm than good, so I'm just gonna keep it at one mile for those two days a week. A really slow mile actually.

Today I attended the Huntington St. Patricks Day Parade. I got absolutely tanked. I am writing this at 930pm on a Sunday and I am disgustingly hungover. Whomever had the idea to start St Patricks Celebrations weeks before the actual day should be given a medal. Seriously.

If you have seen me in the past couple of weeks, you may have noticed that my hair is pretty long (refer to a few posts ago to learn more). I like having long hair, but it has taken a toll on my sleeping patterns. Between 4 and 6 times a night, my hair gets in my eyes and wakes me up. Quite annoying. I tried sleeping with my hat on, but it just fell off. I tried sleeping with a bandanna on, but the knot in the back of it bothered me. I asked a few girls that I know what they recommend, and the general consensus was to "put it in a pony tail." Now, if you know me you know that I'm a manly man, even though I don't eat meat. But I do love beer and football. And women. So the thought of me putting my hair into a "pony tail" was not only emasculating but also insulting. But after weeks of interrupted sleep, yesterday I finally decided to find a rubber band and see what I could do. I didn't think I even knew how to get my hair into this formation, but I suppose after babysitting my cousins for a few years I learned a thing or two about finagling a rubber band into hair. So I gave it a whirl last night, and I'm happy to say that I had a great nights sleep. I'm putting this out in the open because I don't want any of the jerks I live with to start spreading rumors that I have a pony tail and I'm metro. Not that theres anything wrong with that, Adam.

Talk to you tomorrow.



Talk to you tomorrow

spare some social change?

I woke up a bit more sore than usual today for some reason. I did 11 miles yesterday with no problem, but right after it I did some stupid yoga / aerobics combined into one workout, and I think I did more harm than good. My shoulders were hurting and my quads were burning. But a few hours into the day and I was fine. I actually did a mile run before I went to work today, for the sole reason of me being up at 6 and not being able to get back to sleep. So I figured I would just go get a mile in real quick, but because of my stupid soreness it turned out to be like an 11 minute mile. Whatevs.

I read an article last week, which can be found here, that basically says more and more Americans are switching or dropping out of the religion that they were raised with. To me, this is awesome. And it doesn't really have much to do with religion. I'm not going to preach my religious views in a blog, but I will come out and say that I am a total fan of social rebellion and change. So when I hear that more than one-quarter of American adults have left the faith of their childhood for another religion or no religion at all, I think nothing but positive thoughts. I love hearing that more and more people are going against what their parents probably forced them to believe as they were growing up. I doubt that we'll ever see a real revolution like our parents saw in the 60's, but little things like this do give me some hope.

you can do it

So I had some computer issues last week, including a small fire that sent an electric volt through my hands, but 65 bucks later my computer is fixed, and have no fear, and the streak is still intact. I did the 10 miler on Tuesday, and I felt pretty good after it. I'm having a hard time getting my marathon pace to where I need it to be, but I have a 2 months from tomorrow to adjust. I wound up doing like 52 miles last week, including some small hills and some sprints. I'm right on track. More miles and bigger hills this week.

When I got back from running today, I had a missed call from a friend of mine. I called her back, and she said "Whatcha doing" to which I replied "just got back from a 12 mile run." "Your crazy, I can't even run 1 mile, and your always out running like 20 miles."

I get this response from people alot, espescially after the Disney Marathon last year (my favorite response after the marathon: "I don't even like driving 26.2 miles, why would you run it?". But back to my original point. I'm convinced that anyone can run one single mile.

In 2004, I had a pretty bad skateboarding accident. I shattered my kneecap, and messed up the rest of my leg pretty badly. I was in a stupid brace for a while, then a bunch of rehab. I couldn't do much of anything for like 5 months. Needless to say, I gained a ton of weight. The jerk doctors were like "you might not be able to run again, and forget about skateboarding." Well, I got a job working for a skateboarding company, so that took care of the skateboarding part. I hated running in high school, so the running part didn't really phase me. But, the massive amount of weight I put on did. So I decided, in like November 2005, that I was going to run the Long Island Half Marathon in May of 2006. I started out with a one mile run, if you could call it that. It was more like a one mile half jog half walk. But slowly, I added a mile here and a mile there, and the next thing I know I was ready for the Long Island Half. Since then, I've run well over 2000 miles, lost a bunch of weight, put some of it back on for sure, and can honestly say that running has changed my life, for nothing but the positive.

So I say, go run a mile. You might be surprised at what your body can do. If a fat boy like myself could go from barely moving to running marathons, you could definitely run a measly mile.

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