Just bought a 1/2 grass-fed beef. Grass-fed beef is much healthier than grain-fed beef you get in the store. Go here to read more about it. It’s leaner, has 10-20% fewer calories, tastes better, doesn’t have hormones or steroids and doesn’t jack up your estrogen levels like grain-fed beef does.

I found this local butcher who sells grass-fed beef cheaper than anywhere else I could find it, and I couldn’t be happier with the results.

Here’s an anatomically correct photo (you can click the photo for a larger version) of what a cow looks like in my freezer:

I have done some crazy prop bets, but this is definitely the most difficult prop bet I have ever done. Had to eat two Thai peppers (the bush has not been cultivated, so the peppers are wild, which means they’re smaller and hotter than regular Thai Peppers), then not drink or eat anything else for five minutes. Caught on camera for your viewing pleasure:

Banu and I have been doing the Velocity Diet since August 1. The results have been pretty remarkable. We've been keeping a thread going in the forums of the guy who created the diet. You can find the thread here: Velocity Diet Forum. In case you don't know what the Velocity Diet is (most people don't), you can read about it here.

I haven't reposted all the messages from that thread because it's been fun to have the conversation over there, and to have Banu adding to the thread as well. However, my results and pics from today are pretty startling to me, so I thought I would post them here.

Watching the Olympics today, and I'm just wondering, WTF is up with volleyball? What's with all the fucking hugs and ass pats and high-fives?! Is pro volleyball that fucking hard on your morale, that you need all your teammates to come to your fucking aid and pick you up out of the dumps? I mean, what started this? "Volleyball is hard and it hurts my feelings! I need a hug!" and all the other girls were like, "Me too! Come in for a group hug, everybody!"

Could you imagine if they did this in baseball? After every pitch?! "Strike!" (everyone runs to the pitcher) "Hey, good pitch man!" Ass pats. Group hug. Everyone run back to their positions. "Ball!" (everyone runs to the pitcher) "That's ok, man! You can do this!" Ass pats. Team hug. Time out! I mean, come on, volleyball players! Why does this need to be a fucking group therapy session for fragile little flowers?! Can we just harden the fuck up and play a little volleyball?