Like most website owners, I get a lot of false comments and SPAM. No, not that delicious canned meat that tastes great with Soy sauce and rice. I’m talking about internet SPAM. Worthless, useless, and often incoherent emails and comments to my website. Here’s a few gems from this week:

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I’m a little concerned about that “dead composing material…”

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For your enjoyment, I have allowed the SPAM comments on this post. Enjoy.

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There’s a reason why these gimmicky exercise devices air their infomercials and advertisements only during the late night hours of television. It’s because they know that if you’re up that late in front of the TV, chances are you aren’t all that healthy. And if you’re up so very late instead of being in your warm, cozy bed dreaming about baseball or classy women (or baseball AND classy women), then chances are you aren’t all that bright either. It’s a dangerous combination. These bogus companies feed off of the unhealthy, sleep-deprived dimwittery of the late night TV audience.

And can you blame them? I mean really. Look at you. Up so late on a weekday. Sitting in your pajamas. Watching all your DVRed episodes of “Doctor Who?” and “Castle.” Guzzling down chocolate milk by the gallon. You make me sick, you flabby out-of-shape degenerate.

Now update your cartoon website and go to bed.

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Hey that’s great. That’s really interesting. I’m so glad to hear that. Listen, I gotta go finish up my workout and get out of here. I need to drink a protein shake before it gets too late. And there’s a ballgame on.

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There’s one of these at every gym. You know exactly who I’m talking about. They’re not there to work out. They’re there to prance around in as little clothing as they can get away with. They’re there to be seen. You try not to notice. You try to avoid glances in their direction. But they are masters of stealing attention. They are gym bunnies.

It doesn’t matter if you are male or female, old or young, or even if you prefer great taste or less filling. They want you to look at them. They desperately want to be watched. They hold your gaze like some kind of twisted tractor beam for your eyes. They will not be ignored. They’ll do all that they can until you finally succumb and steal a glance by looking through the reflection of 3 or 4 different mirrors. But she sees you. You’ve fallen right into her trap. You are her prey. And thus the conquest for your gaze is over. She’s won.

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While studies actually indicate that grunting and flexing will in fact increase your performance in the gym, I still think it’s funny. I always laugh when someone is flexing in the mirror and performing for themselves their very own Mr. Olympia.

Also this comic strip totally reminds me of this.

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It’s a story that’s all too common in the gym. You’re waiting for a machine, or the cables, or a bench to open up. You’d come back to it later if you could, but you’ve already finished everything else from your workout. All you need is just three sets of one last, stupid, exercise. But you can’t do it. You can’t do it because some gym-illiterate nimrod has been sitting there on the machine all evening long. It’s been half an hour and he’s still there, doing the same repetitive exercise with barely any weight. And that’s if he’s actually doing any exercise at all. Half the time he isn’t even using it. He just sits there staring into space. You desperately want to believe that he’s resting between sets, but that can’t be since the pansy had barely any weight on there in the first place. Often he’s sitting there talking to someone, mindlessly droning on and on about some pointless piece of drivel. Or maybe he’s chatting up some young gym bunny who’s been running around on the stair master without enough clothes on.

The point is he’s the only thing that stands in the way between you and your workout. There are a couple of methods you can try at this point. You can stand there, obviously…hoping that he’ll get a clue that you’re waiting on him and have been for the past decade. But often these people are completely oblivious to the world. You can ask politely if he’ll let you and perhaps others work in. But chances are that the poor sap is so lost to proper gym etiquette that he probably wouldn’t even have a clue what that means. He’ll stare blankly at you with a stupefied look on his face, wondering why you’re readjusting the weight when he’s still “using” this particular piece of equipment.

“Look pal,” you’ll say, “I could do a week’s worth of workouts in the time that you’ve been sitting there hogging the [insert gym equipment of choice here]. It’s bad enough that you stole it from me an hour ago when I was trying to use it during some supersets. But now you’re still here. And you’ve been here. All night long. Taunting me with your sheer immovability. Well no more. I’m finishing my workout and I’m going home. Why don’t you go use the ab cruncher. You look like a guy who thinks that he can lose some of that flab on your gut by using the ab cruncher.”

Only then, at long last, do you finally get to finish your workout. You may sound like a jerk. But at least you’ll finally make it home. And silently, everyone else in the gym will appreciate your sacrifice on their behalf.

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Gym etiquette isn’t hard to understand. It isn’t hard to grasp. It’s really just common sense. You already learned everything you needed to know back in kindergarten. Pick up after yourself. Put your toys away when you’re done using them. Learn how to share. Don’t hog all the best toys for yourself. Don’t distract others who are working. So you see, the gym really is a lot like kindergarten. I guess that’s why I feel so at home there… That, and when I’m all done with my workouts I get a snack and a nap. Yup. Just like Kindergarten.

On an unrelated note, did you see the Giants vs. Braves game yesterday?? Awwwwwyeah!!!

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I have a few pet peeves when it comes to working out in the gym. But my biggest one hands down, is when people don’t rack their weights properly. Nothing irritates me more then when someone puts the weight on the wrong rack, or worse yet, when they don’t rack their weight at all.

I mean c’mon, really! I’m not at the gym to pick up after you. I’m not at the gym to follow you around and put your weights back for you before I can use a bench. I’m at the gym to get my workout done as efficiently and quickly as possible. Because I actually care enough about my workouts to time my rests between reps and sets, I don’t have time to waste putting your weight back for you. I’m not your mother. And I’m not an employee of the gym either (who by the way, hate racking your weight for you as much as I do).

So for the love of Pete, rack your weight! If you don’t or if I catch you doing it wrong, you’re going to get a dirty look from me while I stop whatever it is I’m doing, walk over to your weights and stare you down while I rack them properly in front of you. Don’t hate me when I do. It’s the only way you’ll learn your gym etiquette. And you need to learn your gym etiquette.

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I love my gym time. I’m a bit of a gym rat. Four days a week I need to be in there lifting. But I do think it’s kind of funny that so many people pay for gym membership just to run on a treadmill. I mean really, what does a treadmill offer you that you can’t get from running outside? Fresh air? Nope. Varied terrain? Nope. Nature’s beauty? Nope. You can go ahead and run on your treadmills and your ellipticals, but when you’re done, where has it taken you? Absolutely no where.

Treadmills have their place, and I’m not knocking the results one can achieve on a machine. But if you’re not mixing your cardio with weight training, and if the time of day and the weather permits, then ditch the machine and get outside. I’ve discovered that it’s not only more enjoyable and better for my health, but I also run further, harder, and get better results. And you don’t have to pay an access fee to run outside.

For the month of October I will be updating the comic strips SIX days a week! That means you’ll have a new comic strip every Monday-Saturday! If you like the comic strips and enjoy reading them on a daily basis I would encourage you to make a donation to the website in addition to visiting the site frequently. Believe it or not, it really helps!

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So I never really watched much wrestling as a kid. But I do have this one memory. I was probably about nine, and was invited to stay over at a friend’s house. For our enjoyment, he had rented a video (yes, that’s right, a VHS cassette tape…I am that old) of WWF wrestling Thanksgiving Smack Down (it was called WWF back then before that wild life group threw a hissy-fit). I’m not really sure if it was a “Smack Down” but I do remember that it was Thanksgiving themed, and that it was a rumble of sorts. This was my first exposure to wrestling. I had never seen it before, but my friend was way into it. He couldn’t wait to show me the “Undertaker” and the “Ultimate Warrior.” We turned it on and I fully expected that I would not be interested in it. (Alright, I admit it…I was a sensitive kid…)

But then I saw him, all dressed in yellow. He was so good! So positive! He told me to take my vitamins and say my prayers! He was a hero! He was HULK HOGAN. I watched in amazement as he came back from behind to defeat wrestler after wrestler, until finally he emerged victorious! He had come back from such a deficit! It was amazing! Now here’s a guy I could look up to! Thwarting bad guy after bad guy all in the name of good! I have to admit I really enjoyed the wrestling Smack Down (or was it a “Royal Rumble?”) I enjoyed it enough that I didn’t object when my friend suggested we watch it over again.

Since that day, I haven’t really watched any wrestling. I know that the man who brought “Hulkamania” to life has had his share of problems and poor decisions. But I still hold dear the thought of our heroic wrestler from the 80s. Maybe it’s just my nostalgia for the 80′s, or maybe it’s just my fondness for a more innocent time (it certainly isn’t the spandex), but I look back on that time and wonder if we all wouldn’t be a little better off with just a little more innocence in us…a little more good…a little more Hulkamania.

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