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In Da Burger House

spamguy — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 23:03:06 +0000

There’s a blog for everything, Austin hamburger reviews included. His conclusions are mostly accurate. I felt my veins pulse a little as he trashed Burger House on Spicewood Springs, though. The burger is oh-so-gooey (as it should be!) and is spiced with a mystery concoction that complements, not dominates, the flavour. The fries were rather weak, but that side is something almost every good burger spot in town tends to botch.

As you can see, I take my burgers seriously. I keep meaning to post a Top 5 list.

Strawberry Pancakes, I'm Coming For You

spamguy — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 15:05:38 +0000

All the elements were in place. I felt like treating myself for my upcoming birthday. I woke up early on Sunday and couldn’t get back to sleep. And most of all, this tune kept running through my head. It was clear I needed pancakes. So on my bike I hopped, all the while humming about pancakes. I wouldn’t get to have strawberry pancakes (Kerbey Lane Café doesn’t serve them), but anything pancake-related would satisfy the musical demon.

At Kerbey Lane, it became more than a craving: it was a divine mandate. The Pancake of the Day…

…was Strawberry. Weebl’s Stuff, you’ve done it again.

Confirmed In Bacon

spamguy — Fri, 23 May 2008 07:01:24 +0000

What is it about bacon and stupid Internet ideas? No garden bench or tantalising pose makes clothing-qua-bacon look good. Were he wearing bacon-qua-clothing, and he were a she, then we’d have something.

Since we’re discussing food: I’m down to 174 lbs., which isn’t an outstanding drop since last I brought it up. Exercise hasn’t been that good lately due to IOL preparations and other work. It really is the diet/exercise duo that produces good results—news at 11.

Students Proclaiming Awesome Message…Guy

spamguy — Thu, 01 May 2008 05:51:40 +0000

It’s already a tragedy that Spamarama, Austin’s signature event—hell if I care about Austin City Limits Festival or SXSW—is being taken over by Hormel Foods. They’ll probably situate lawyers at the front gates instead of security guards. What’s worse, though, is that the Spamarama name is being invaded from the underground by Christian values. This fringe site indicates that Spamarama now stands for the impressively overstretched ‘Students Proclaiming Awesome Message about Repentance and Mercy Available.’

Amazing. 26⁸ acronyms of that length to choose from, and they chose the one that coincides with the festival making original sin—very original sin—out of pseudomeat.

Coked Up

spamguy — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 00:07:48 +0000

I admit it…I’m fat. Not in the ‘whiny high school MySpace post’-type fat. When I say fat, I mean the government says I’m fat. When the most gluttonous entity on Earth tells you you’re overweight, you have no choice but to submit to the fact. I teeter on the line between fat and obese.

It took the mockery of my grandparents for me to do something about it. I exercise three or so times a week. (Too bad exercise doesn’t actually cause weight loss.) More importantly, in typical programmer fashion, I debugged my diet by bar graphing my nutrition. I clearly was not overeating; 2,000 calories was the norm. I noticed ‘Carbohydrates’ was at absurd levels, 150% at minimum. Guh? I couldn’t remember eating sack of refined sugar for breakfast. Wait…

Curse you, Coca-Cola.

It’s pretty obvious when you have bar graphs to point it out visually. My typical lunch hour consists of three 20 oz. cups of soda. Maybe four if I take a bathroom break between hits. It’s become such a habit over the years that I don’t even notice the flavour. I sit, eat food, open my book, and readandchug—that’s the only word to describe what I do, because they’re seamlessly intertwined—until it’s time to head back to work. If one 12 oz. can contains roughly 40g of sugar, then three 20 oz. cups contains…sweet Jesus, I’m a monster.

In addition to further calorie restrictions this week, I’ve cut soda out of my life entirely. All my life I made fun of Diet Coke drinkers for guzzling their way to cancer. Now their choice seems reasonable, and I can’t use the cancer joke anymore. This afternoon I compromised with myself by picking up a Diet Dr. Pepper instead of the normal crap. All I needed was the caffeine. (I intentionally avoided Diet Coke because Coke is my soda of choice and I would mourn over the lousy flavour had I chosen it.)

I typically weighed 180–185 lb. Today is Day 4 of the diet, and I’m at 177 lb. With daily intake/output, there’s a large margin of error, but I haven’t crossed 180 lb. since Monday.

Even though I don’t intend to turn this into a dieting blog, I’ll hopefully succeed enough to record results here periodically.