I suppose you never really know what will be the next big thing.

Nor will I ever understand it. Like whatever JJ Abrams next big project is. After all, everything he touches turns to shit. Since Alias anyway, and even that was not good for very long.

Is there a formula? Can it be predicted? Can we make it big?

Like Kidd Video in Israel? Or like David Hasselhoff in Germany?

Of one thing, I am certain. I will never be big.

The other day, I was asked by a beautiful young lady at my local gym to do a “video testimonial” for them.

Me? I have a face for radio. Maybe I’ll start a podcast... it has been calling to me for a minute.

Maybe one or both of you will listen.

The following quote struck me as quite profound:

If we become a country in which we all say, “Please tell me how to live,” we’re doomed.

What strikes me as most interesting, is that society never learns, politicians are practically criminal—especially in their understanding of the life of the common citizen, and the power of the media—or stupid people in large numbers—is nearing absolute.

The future strongly resembles the past, as that profound nugget was uttered at the end of the documentary on US Prohibition. Nearly one-hundred years later, and we still have learned nothing.

I am terrified for the future, yet for now I shall continue to live in the present.

My life? Amidst all of this? It’s not bad.

In fact, for the last few years, I can honestly and enthusiastically say I am living my best life.

That has not changed. Although a lot has within society.

To society I say, “Good luck.”

And I shall continue to find my schooner, with which to sail around the world. And enjoy life.

Yesterday was day two hundred of 2020.

Why is that important? Because of my New Year’s Resolution, which is still going strong. Yesterday, I smashed out two hundred push-ups.

The transformation of my upper body still amazes me. Almost daily. And the ladies? They love the way I feel. My chest. My arms. My veins. As a former fat kid, I can’t help but become a bit narcissistic.

When people ask what I’m doing, I tell them. This almost always leads to the question: All at once?

Well, yes and no. I have to manage them in sets. Currently, I can do a single set of ninety on a good day. Most days, my first set is fifty. Really, it just depends on how good I feel when I do them. My goal is to get them done in as few sets as possible, as quickly as possible.

So, on an off day it may take me a half hour with rests. On a good day, about seven minutes.

What about rest days? Well, I haven’t really taken these into account—although I should. I haven’t penalized myself for the five days I missed, because of travel, or whatever... so those can be rest days.

When I go too long without a rest day, my upper body is just sore. All. Day.

I suppose I need to find a way to integrate them that makes sense.

Every third day is also gym day, but those aren’t necessarily rest days. Maybe every fifth? Seventh? The latter I can’t seem to work out in my head.

Last week, I finally settled on a goal for my body. It seemed like it makes sense, as I’m currently back in the best shape of my life, although a wee heavy thanks to the solitude of the global sickness. I am hopeful that if I can get down to 120-125 pounds, that I’ll finally have the abs that have been so seemingly within grasp, yet still so far away.

While that seems ridiculously low, it fits within healthy parameters given my height and frame. End of summer goal is 137, at which point I’ll reassess.

Here’s to the rest of the summer. Here’s to salads and sadness. But first, more push-ups. #loseTheCOVID19

I must admit, I am a fan of Snapchat. In a world where social media runs amok, Snap just fits my target audience… perfectly.

However, there are some… annoyances with Snap that could be addressed to make the experience even better.

Part of Snap’s appeal is the way messages disappear. However, this benefit of Snap is lessened when badges are awarded.

Check this out: You meet a beautiful girl out and about. You exchange Snap information. She has a boyfriend—one that she doesn’t necessarily see the rest of her life with, yet keeps her comfortable and she enjoys spending time with. She’s always shopping though…

So, you use the Snap vehicle and start chatting. And Snapping. A lot.

Snap, in all it’s innocence awards the two of you the “Best Friends” badge, and a li’l flame because you’ve Snapped three days in a row.

Put yourself in her shoes. Now, if he looks at her phone, she has some explaining to do. Who is this jackass? Why are you talking so much? We don’t even have a Snapstreak!

Why not add a “per friend” setting? One that allows us to not collect badges. Or streaks. Then there’s less pressure. To keep the streak. Or to stop talking.

Am I a homewrecker? Perhaps. Again, girls tend to shop for the next model…

Plus, bragging about how much your communicating with your new “friend” kind of defeats the purpose of making the messages disappear in the first place.

Maybe there’s an app for what I’m describing… but Snap already has the audience. Everyone is on Snap. We don’t need Snap to act as our conscience… everyone has one of those.

Also, as someone who flies to get around, I’d love for a way to override Snap’s “hiding” of the Speed sticker. Maybe have us sign a disclaimer or something?

When one is flying, or a passenger, or whatever, Snap is notoriously hit-or-miss as to whether you can advertise your speed.

If I’m going 170mph across the sky, that’s kind of cool. But if I’m anywhere near a major highway, does Snap really think I’m driving? Especially since Snap seems to know my altitude as well?

Snap is for showing off. Which is likely why people have wrecked at high speeds. Yet it seems like an argument for Darwinism in action to me. Maybe I am insensitive.

I’ve been called worse.

Finally, please, for the love of all that is holy, give us the ability to provide feedback to your geolocation system. Businesses come and businesses go, yet there seems to be no viable way to update these.

How are we supposed to hype up a new place? Or correct the spelling? I am not eating Mongolian food at the Home Depot. Or eating Mexican food at a diving supply shop.

Yes, I eat a lot. But I digress.

Please, Snapchat, take these suggestions under advisement. Please.

I read an interesting nugget on the nature of lions as opposed to their prey. I am surprised it had never registered to me consciously before... as it explains a lot about diet v. exercise and aberrations such as vegans.

Herbivores, otherwise known as cows, elephants, and vegans, tend to expend a lot of energy standing around and eating. And they’re always eating. Always.

Carnivores, such as lions or wolves, only eat when the opportunity—read prey—presents itself. As such, it requires a bit of energy to acquire their lunch, but that energy expended is rewarded with a healthy portion of protein.

So they really only eat after doing something. Instead of all. the. time.

And they can enjoy their naps.

People, somewhere along the way became addicted to comfort. Perhaps it even became a right. Anyway, it has created a society of lazy and fat people who eat. all. the. time. Marketing has indoctrinated in us that we need breakfast (the most important meal of the day!), before we’ve really done anything. No wonder breakfast makes me feel awful.

Unless I’ve already worked out. Or done... something.

And lately, it explains why my days tend to go better when I begin with my daily push-ups (press-ups for my British friends), and then eat when I’m hungry.

And my mid-morning, early-afternoon and late-afternoon naps. Just waiting for my prey. And my appetite.

And vegans. When do we start eating vegans? It is no longer a wonder why every “die hard” vegan I know is also fat.

We can learn a lot from lions. And less from experts.

Twitter is proof that people are idiots…

Heaven help us all. There are so many of them out there.