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Middle-Aged Fat Guy Update

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: the following post is informational only, and provides no measurable entertainment. It's just an update for the five or six people in the world who've been paying attention to my progress on this little Get Matt In Shape adventure.]

I just got back from a 4.5 mile (7 & change k) run in the Vibram Five Finger Sprints, clocking in at 46m 30s, which translates to a mile-pace of around 10m 20s or so (I'm too lazy to do the actual math).  This appears to be my natural resting pace t...

News of My Demise . . .

Hey.

I just want to let everybody know I'm still around. Very, very busy with Caine, but alive and occasionally kicking. And hoping to get back in the whole blog-swing soon.

I now return you to your regularly-scheduled lack of programming.

Hey, Gang!

Some of your comments–for an unknown but no doubt sinister reason–have been flagged as spam on this site. At any rate, I have rescued your comments. Thank you for your patience.

There's somebody named Billet around here who's supposed to know something about this . . .

Briefly . . .

For anyone local who might be interested:

Matt,

I just wanted to let you know that the second meeting of Club Caine will be at 645 this coming Friday and once again at the Panera Bread in Schaumburg. If you wanted to let your blog followers know that'd be great. We'll be discussing days 3 and 4 of Heroes Die. Thanks.

Joshua

Y'know, every time I read "Club Caine" I think of an underground bar and grill where you cover your bill in cash . . . or fight in the cage . . .

For Guy: An Eastwood Intervention

By his own admission, this poor bastard's never seen an Eastwood Western. As John Wayne fan, the first thing you need to understand is Eastwood's doesnb't come from the tradition of Stagecoach and Red River. Eastwood's relationship to the Duke is by way of The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance and Fort Apache.

Working from the top of my head:

ESSENTIALS:

A Fistful of Dollars, For a Few Dollars More, The Good, the Bad, & Ugly ("Man With No Name" films — there is actually fourth Man With No Name film, ...

Stover-Level Kick-Ass Alert

So I took the Fabulous Robyn to see Kick-Ass this afternoon.

You've probably heard a lot about this movie. I am here to tell you this:

It's better than that.

As the final credits rolled, the Fabulous Robyn turned to me and said, "Oh. My. God. I think that just became my favorite movie. Ever."

My response was an awe-struck "Holy shit . . ."

This film, I will tell you, was made–and made well–for us. For exactly us, as in you and me. The kind of people who like my books, and the kind of person who...

And, While I'm At It–

This too.

The Official "Even (That Socialist Foreign-Born Secret Muslim) President Obama Thinks Matt's a Douchebag" Thread.

So I've gotten into a scuffle over at Whatever (John Scalzi's marvelous site, and if you didn't already know that what's wrong with you?), and the level of the conversation has degraded to the point that I have been accused of proving myself a douchebag.

At which point I invited him (and everybody else who might be interested) to come over here and play in my yard, where I don't have to be so polite and respectful. Which I mostly was.

Mostly.

You know what I mean.

The thread over there:

Yet...

Oh, and

This.

And Another Thing–

How come none of you fuckers told me about the

Badass of the Week?

Those of you who intend to plead ignorance should check the place out. Shit, I just wrote my first fan letter in something like ten years . . .