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From Geek to Freak: How I Gained 34 lbs. of Muscle in 4 Weeks
I weighed 152 lbs. for four years of high school, and after training in tango in Buenos Aires in 2005, that had withered to 146 lbs. Upon returning to the US, I performed an exhaustive analysis of muscular hypertrophy (growth) research and exercise protocols, ignoring what was popular to examine the hard science. The end result? I gained 34 lbs. of muscle, while losing 3 lbs. of fat, in 28 days
Who knows how accurate this is. A side note, the guy had been muscular at one point in his life prior to him doing this routine, which makes it much easier to regain muscle due to muscle memory. Seems like an interesting approach though, less workouts, shorter workouts, but more intense workouts with a focus negative resistance.
Life of a Star: 12 billion years in 6 minutes
it skips a few step and isn’t cohesive at all, but props for using
FC Kahuna – Hayling as the music
To the window… to the wall
President-elect Barack Obama greets onlookers after working out at the Semper Fit Center
Craft a Table Using Old Magazines
If there's anything we have too many of in our apartment, it's magazines and plants. So we solved the problem by re-purposing six magazines (and that's all you need–no glue or scissors required!) into this plant stand. It took about ten minutes. Here's how…
No Gelt, No Glory: A Dreidel Champion Is Crowned
The competitors hunch over the tables, cracking fingers and stretching their wrists. It's the first night of Hanukkah, and only one person can take home the crystal dreidel-shaped trophy. The Major League Dreidel championship is on.
Fanmade Thundercats Movie Trailer
Brad Pitt, Vin Diesel, Hugh Jackman, that white-skinned girl with the short hair from Farscape, and the bad guy from Galaxy Quest all star in this fan-made trailer for Thundercats. It's pretty impressive.
Samurai Zombie (Yoroi Zombie) Trailer
How come all these cool asian films with buckets of blood and zombies always look like they were shot on a VHS camcorder? Oh well FUCKING ZOMBIES!
Twas The Night Before 2-Fort
The Night Before 2-Fort
‘Twas the night before 2-fort, when all through the house
Not a player was stirring, not even a scout
The supply kits were stacked by the respawn with care,
In hopes that the engineer soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of crit shots danced in their heads;
And llamas in their bases, as i begin my sap,
Had just settled down for a long briefcase cap,
When out on the bridge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sniper deck to see what was the matter.
Away to the heavy I flew like a flash,
Blew open the soldier and pyro I bashed.
The heavy on the bridge with a medic in tow,
Gave the bluster of a slavic before the reload,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a dispenser placed there by our engineer,
With a little old scout, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be devil turnip.
More rapid than eagles, our scouts they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, SPY! now, HEAVY! now, MEDIC and SNIPER!
On, DEMO! on SCOUT! on, PYRO and SOLDIER!
To the top of the deck! down the spiral hall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As soldiers that before the blue team they fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, rocket jump to the sky,
So down to the intel room the scouts they flew,
With the floor full of stickies, and sentries too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the mic
The fragging and pwning of each little tike.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the spiral the soldier came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of rockets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a moron as he gave his head a smack.
His bullets — how they twinkled! his taunts how funny!
His rockets were on target, his crits were money!
His droll little helmet was cocked to one side,
And the shovel on his back was along for the ride;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the demo who shot it, was standing beneath;
He had a broad face and a six round shotgun,
That shook, when he shot like a scout on the run.
He was lean and tall, a right solid old man,
And I laughed when I saw him, while fast I ran;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know i was about to be dead;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He started rocket jumping; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the spiral he rose;
He sprang to the bridge, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the path of a missle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he rocket jumped out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-FIGHT.”