Clear Channel is Evil
Jan. 25th, 2008 01:34 pmI went to the gym today. It was supposed to be arms and abs, and I did that, but because I'm on my physical therapy still I did all the leg toning exercises I'm supposed to. One new one is a forward lunge while carrying weights, dipping down until the knee touches the ground, then coming forward with the next leg. I upped from 12 to 18 the first time around, but just could not do a second circuit of them.
Still, I could see veins sticking out of my arms when I was done, which was kinda nifty. I've been working toward that effect for the past damn six months or so.
When I was doing some basic floorwork, though, I looked out the window and saw the very scary Mary Lou Retton grinning back at me with that "when I'm a zombie, these'll be great for chewing through your skull!" dental work. I mean, here I am, trying desperately to save my knees and what's she doing? Pimping artificial knee replacements. And not even good ones! They're just hunks of metal, not self-repairing, and probably not as good as real bone at interacting with their environment usefully. (Yeah, someday I'll get the full body upgrade, but when they get something with a decent maintenance and warranty period, something bookable in centuries). The ad panel is owned by Clear Channel, and whoever got the sale on it is just viciously minded.
I understand that my gym is not very cruisy and has a generally older clientele. Some respectably good looking older clientele, too, and more among the guys than the women, which surprises me. But I think the ad is just crass.
Speaking of crass, there's one guy at the gym, a beautiful boy with huge muscles and a good face, and as he was getting dressed I noticed that he wears lifters. He's not even short, why would he feel the need to put an extra inch and a half of height on? (Then again, I've seen him come out of the showers; maybe he's compensating for an inch and a half he might want elsewhere.)
Still, I could see veins sticking out of my arms when I was done, which was kinda nifty. I've been working toward that effect for the past damn six months or so.
When I was doing some basic floorwork, though, I looked out the window and saw the very scary Mary Lou Retton grinning back at me with that "when I'm a zombie, these'll be great for chewing through your skull!" dental work. I mean, here I am, trying desperately to save my knees and what's she doing? Pimping artificial knee replacements. And not even good ones! They're just hunks of metal, not self-repairing, and probably not as good as real bone at interacting with their environment usefully. (Yeah, someday I'll get the full body upgrade, but when they get something with a decent maintenance and warranty period, something bookable in centuries). The ad panel is owned by Clear Channel, and whoever got the sale on it is just viciously minded.
I understand that my gym is not very cruisy and has a generally older clientele. Some respectably good looking older clientele, too, and more among the guys than the women, which surprises me. But I think the ad is just crass.
Speaking of crass, there's one guy at the gym, a beautiful boy with huge muscles and a good face, and as he was getting dressed I noticed that he wears lifters. He's not even short, why would he feel the need to put an extra inch and a half of height on? (Then again, I've seen him come out of the showers; maybe he's compensating for an inch and a half he might want elsewhere.)
