"Maybe you meant, follow your dreams."

Poking around, I came across this clip, of two young men who have re-made themselves into gods. It was a little odd that we didn't get to see the full rewards of their efforts. I can only imagine that their many ladyfriends were impatiently waiting for the filming to end, jostling each other slightly, packed as they are in the hot tub. I especially liked the training scenes (as is my wont); now that I am back to lifting, I assure you that I am also back to dancing.

The piece was entertaining enough, but I don't think I am the intended audience. I have never in my life seen or talked to anyone who acted like the archetype they're mocking. Never. We don't have those here. I'd doubt they existed, but I see them in the Vice Don'ts every now and then. Are they common somewhere? New Jersey is the epicenter, right? There are some for whom that expression of masculinity is authentic, and not a self-referential complicated joke? Cool.

Anyway, New Jersey reminded me of Fresh, so I went over to see if he posted wedding pictures. He didn't, but he's back. I'm glad.