Re: THe NAC Lots-O-Post Thread
I have absolutely no idea what it feels like to need to lose weight or what works. I can only say that what I used to got me very in shape. Everyone is different.
When I'm excercising/busy I'd wager that my daily calorie intake is >5k. It gets expensive. Fast metabolism is a curse and a blessing.
I've never once considered the amount of calories in anything I've consumed. I couldn't even guess at my daily caloric intake. I just get hungry, decide what I feel like eating at that moment, and have it.
I'm like 5' 7"ish, I've never been above the low 130's, haven't been below the high 120's since high school, and absolutely nothing I do seems to have any effect on that. Works for me.
haha, yeah. If my folks came out to the garage that would have been one thing, I would have turned the music off... I wasn't exactly expecting the brother who gave me the album to complain and get it taken away :wierd:
I also remember getting Aerosmith's '9 lives' album a few years later with the song 'ain't that a bitch'. My father gave me that album after which my mother said "just don't listen to that song".. yeah, ok mom. To this day I remember that 'ain't that a bitch' is track 7 and I made sure that I skipped that track if my mother (or brother) were around.
So after I obtained a copy of Dookie by copying it onto a cassette tape, I got busted for it and got it taken away. Conveniently, I had just gotten a new boom box

laugh

and tried out the high-speed dubbing feature by making another copy of that tape. Win.
I then wanted to buy Kerplunk (the album preceding Dookie), and my dad insisted on reading the liner notes/lyrics before he'd let me get it, even though that one didn't have the explicit lyrics sticker. The liner notes for that album have a story as the centerfold about a girl who murdered her parents because they wouldn't let her go to a Green Day show. My dad let me buy the album. :laugh:
That same trip to the record store, my dad bought Live's Throwing Copper. I liked that one too so he made me a copy of it before he had a chance to listen to the whole thing. Turns out there are two things on that CD that my dad wasn't happy about - a song called "Shit Town" (written about York, PA) and one line in the song Stage where he goes "Come on MOTHERXXXXER!". By that point the damage had already been done, so he sat me down and just asked that I keep it to myself and don't go playing it around my friends lest their virgin ears be offended. Of course that's immediately what I did. :laugh:
Jesus Christ. Boom box, cassette tapes, high-speed dubbing. I remember my first Sony Walkman. Welcome to XXXXing memory lane, folks. :laugh2: