Get this Dumbell Out of My Face

OK, I’ve decided to start blogging again. Did you know that “blog” comes from weblog, shortened to ‘blog? I didn’t. Sad? Probably. But did you know this? You have heard the term “86’d” used to refer to something that is dead or gone came from America’s first restaurant, Delmonico’s. The ribeye was number 86 on their menu and sold out every night, their best seller. Man, am I rusty. Writing is a bit like exercise for the brain. I remember once in college I was taking a weight training class. I was lying on a bench pressing dumbbells up over my face. It wasn’t much weight, and I had only done a few reps when my arms began to shake violently. Suddenly, with my arms at almost full extension, one of my wrists gave way, flopped forward, and the dumbbell came hurdling toward my face. Luckily for my face (not for my ego) my attractive, (maybe) 105 pound female spotter diverted the 20-pounder from its face/life altering trajectory. Had it hit my underdeveloped chin… well, I shudder at the thought. This blog entry is pretty light… did I quiver? My next entry will be industry related, and will shock the nation, rock the boat, trip the light fantastic, and turn the AV world on its ear, I promise.