Hrm…

How did I get to be watching the Flintstones? I think that’s what happens when I leave cartoon network on in the background while I do other things. I hear “That is triple-X?” then begin to pay attention to the show for a minute. Fred has been hit on the head and is now a secret agent, meeting his contact, an agent named Triple-X, who is a master of disguise, and first appears as a puppy.

That’s enough. I change the channel now, because I despise the Flintstones, but it just struck me as humorous to hear about the cartoon secret agent with that name since I watched most of xXx, the Vin Diesel flick, yesterday. Vin Diesel’s triple-x was hardly a master of disguise, though I guess he did have some strange ability to make his motorcycle jacket disappear and reappear and disappear and reappear without a thought.

Blah.. it’s Sunday. What do we do with ourselves today. I was so lazy I did not go up to the office or see the Hulk yesterday as planned. Instead, got caught up trying to pick up something smaller and green for JamesT, and then watching xXx. Then… well, I got sucked into watching an episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, which was sort of like a train wreck.

Well, I think the best way to get this day underway is to get my ass downstairs and workout for an hour.