Those wacky Lifehackers are at it again, this time showing us all how very, very lazy we all are. The have been running a series on coolest user submitted workspaces, and the latest entry is by a man that is very reminiscent of, well, me a few months back. World, meet the treadputer:
In a recent effort to halt and reverse my physical decline, while not taking away time from working, I’ve set up a ‘treadputer’. Now instead of sitting in a chair at the computer I stand on a treadmill and walk all day, at the computer.[…] My goal is to lose 50-60 pounds of fat over the next year, and gain back 20 pounds in muscle, I calculate I’ve lost 30 pounds of muscle since I started working intensively on the startup.
Well, Walker, good luck. And thanks for ruining my favorite comfy chair. We’ll be checking in from time to time to see how you’re doing so be sure to actually turn it on from time to time.
Read the whole article.
The treadputer blog.
There’s a great swapping site out there on the “net” (ha, couldn’t resist) called Bater Bee. This service forgoes the ugly cash game and allows you to swap CDs, DVDs, and games for points. By following the link and creating an account, you get some free points to get you started and (unless they changed it) one free transaction (usually a buck a trade).
Using my freebies from signing up, I picked up 2 CDs: Tonic’s Sugar and Nine Days’ The Maddening Crowd (yes, I’m dating myself a tad –good times). I ordered them up on Friday and here it is Monday afternoon and I have them both in hand. I’m as happy as a peach and will probably use this again. If not, I still have two CDs that I wanted and could not get via bittorrent the local record store.
Check it out here.
This is a snippet from a real email message that I received on Friday morning:
The Tuesday night ride is a race pace ride to Gunlock and back, around 30 miles, with the emphasis on speedwork and jamming.[…] We partake in this insanity all summer long, even in the heat. In July, we have nosebleeds, blackouts, white crusted crap on our faces, wheezing, and even vomiting. If this isn’t your idea of cycling fun, this may be the wrong ride for you.
When I bought myself my little roadie, did I inadvertently signup for this bit of masochism? Should I be afraid of someday finding pleasure in this kind of pain?
Are these people comprised of my local clergy? Judges? Donut makers?
Heaven forbid.
