I seem to have misplaced seven pounds.
The internet tells me that I have lost the equivalent of a decent sized puppy, a brand new baby, or a modest sized rainbow trout fish.
I blame the wii fit for this.
But it can keep it, I really don’t want them back.
Nine days ago we became the proud parents of a wii fit. It came into our home smelling of that delicious untouched-by-sweaty-geek-hands plastic, pure white and gleaming in it’s cute little board shape.
Nine days, Shawn and I have been doing Yoga and jogging and strength training and hula hooping and boxing and did I mention jogging? We jog. Yes. Us. It’s the most wonderful little package of awesomeness that we’ve had delivered to our front door yet. (Minus the new camera of course.) I have always been the self conscious sort that disliked, greatly, going to a gym. This prevented me from doing several things that I’ve always wanted to do, and I thought that I was doomed to a life of envying The Junky’s Wife and her Yogagasms.
Lo’, there was a Shawn, and Shawn purchased for us a Wii fit, and I can seriously say that I see the two of us working out almost every single night. It’s been nine days and I’m not tired of it. I don’t mind the little computerized animated wii fit board reminding me that I’m overweight–it’s not doing it in a manner that’s counter productive to encouraging. I don’t mind the female trainer even though her mouth doesn’t move at all with the voice over, and I don’t mind that I can’t do everything all at once. It will come in time.
For the past nine days I have slept like I have never slept before. I don’t remember far back enough to 
put an age to when I’ve slept this deeply or well without spending hours tossing, turning and waiting (read: desperately hoping) for sleep to come.
The wii fit is a marvelous invention and I urge any of you, all of you, that may be a touch too self conscious to hit the gym to consider investing in one of these. It’s beyond kick-ass.
There is one, teensy, tiny negative to all the jogging, however.
After this evening’s little work out, after the sweat stopped rolling and we caught our breath, I hear behind me over my own old lady wheezing the sound of fabric hurtling to the floor. Shawn, love of my life and man of my dreams proclaimed: “I think I’ve jogged my balls out of my underwear.”
I, of course, well versed in my wifely duty with such things turn my head slightly and slant a quick glance that-a-way.
“Yes. Yes, I do believe you have.”
So go, check out the wii fit–oh, and, uhm, wear supportive underwear.
No, it’s not Mikey that really likes us–but Jason from The University Kid.
It’s official ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had our first no-foolin’ review from a fellow blogger that I respect and admire.
Jason’s writing is bold, honest, to the point and stuffed full to the gills with information on how best to turn your blog into an income machine as well as bucket fulls of good advice. He also created and runs Blog Premiere, a great blog and forum for bloggers of all types interested in blogs. So, when I found out that I’d won a review from The University Kid’s massive contest run a month or so back, I admit I was a little nervous.
We’re not a big name and we don’t really have a lot of flash, bang or boom–what we do have is humor, a little bit of the everyday and enough geek to sink a few ships; I was a tad worried about our first impression.
I’m glad to say that Jason doesn’t want to kill us with fire and truly happy to see the commentary positive!
Thanks so much, Jason, for the great review and being the first! 
F-cking. Awesome. That’s my concise and completely accurate review of Iron Man.
We went to see the movie earlier this morning. I had been building myself up for this movie all week and had been anxiously awaiting it for the past couple months. I was in perfect position to have my hopes dashed, much like they were for the first Hulk film. It’s pretty hard for a film to live up to what a anxious movie go-er might imagine before they actually get to see the movie and usually I force myself to have lower expectations. For some reason I decided to let myself get excited about this film.
And I was not one bit disappointed. Not a single bit.
The movie had the normal phenomenal special effects. This day and age this is something that I expect from a film in this genre. That’s why I go to superhero films. I don’t go to see comic books I loved since I never read them. I go to see unreal things made real. I am honestly far more impressed with amazingly good animation effects in films like The Incredibles than am by appropriately shiny metal and wicked explosions in an action film. Iron Man was filled with plenty of good action shots of the man in the iconic metal suit doing lots of hero-ey stuff. The action wasn’t overbearing and it didn’t overwhelm the story.
The story was surprisingly good and very much so character driven. The genesis of the character has been changed to better reflect the times and still managed to keep the “war profiteer turned do-gooder” vibe that is in the genesis of the original comic. The names had that familiar comic book feel to them; short and descriptive. The hero is Stark, and so is his view of the world as a whole at the beginning. The peppy sidekick? Why Pepper, of course. Pepper Potts to be exact. Why, the name almost personifies a cute freckle-faced assistant. Just saying it makes you peppy. As a whole everything fit together as it should in these films. The production values were high and the writing punchy and surprisingly smart (especially between Pepper and Stark). The only negative I had was the butchering of the song Iron Man during the end credits. C’mon! Don’t screw with things that don’t need to be screwed with.
But this film had something special and his name is Robert Downey Jr.
Most of the superhero films these days have heroes that look like they belong in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They’re all perfect little people between the ages of 17 and 21, it seems. The recent Superman movie, though a film I enjoyed, suffered from this. Lois and Clark look like they just got their BA from some ivy-league mass-production preppy machine, not like they’re old enough to be established journalists; one of whom has won a Pulitzer. At the beginning, Downey brings his trademark sharp witted playboy to the fore, no doubt from years of practice in real life. It works marvelously. I ceased to see Downey pretending to be Stark and began to see the two as the same person.
But where Downey really shines as Stark is when the mood turns serious. Eighteen year old models don’t have weight (either physically or emotionally). When the story turns dark and you can begin to see the change come over the character, Downey’s age and lack of physical perfection lends him a sense of gravitas that the kids just haven’t been able to pull off yet. I believed he felt regret over what he’d created and how it had changed the world. This alone makes the film worth seeing. Add to this that his character wasn’t changed by some sort of magic bullet or cosmic radiation… that he *chose* to be better and to make the world a better place… and you have yourself something different and so much better than the normal super hero fare.
So my initial review stands. F-cking Awesome. Go. Now. Why aren’t you going?
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