It's a new year and a new me

I should do a Jenny Craig ad.

"I've lost 2 ounces of disgusting fat off my middle finger and I feel fabulous!"

That's right, I'm a little lighter these days and I have a 1978 Bolens snow blower to thank. It's my fault and yes it could have been worse and I'm so lucky and blah blah... enough. It's a small piece of a finger and honestly, it really didn't hurt. The pain of having to hear everyone else's "slicing a finger" stories is much worse. Why is it that whenever we experience some sort of discomfort in our lives, people love to tell you about there similar experience and no matter how much pain you may be in at the time, you have to sit there and empathize with them or their friends third cousin who got a paper cut that could have turned ugly if it had been deeper.

I used to experience this same thing when I admitted I was an actor to people. I always had to hear about how they had done a commercial in college or their uncle was in community theater or whoever else I didn't care about was so much more successful than me. It's similar to this blog. You are choosing to read this so I have no problem talking about whatever is rattling on in my head. I thank you but I also understand that you may not read every word I right and I'm okay with that.

My niece Katherine told me it's called Canterbury Syndrome. My theory is this name comes from when Chaucer was writing the Canterbury Tales and as he tried to tell his tale at Ye Olde Barnes and Noble, some jackass or two had to interrupt him to tell their own, much lamer Canterbury tales.

So in conclusion, I never read the Canterbury tales and don't know if anyone lost a finger in it, but if Toro, Ariens or Craftsman are looking to tap into the weight loss market, please keep me in mind as your Jared.

Videoholic Update! I was down for almost a week but I'm back. Played a lot of Wii the last couple days and that's about it. Kung Fu Panda is Kung Furiffic. I can do without any more Christmas shows for awhile.