The Next Frontier
I figure today is going to be a mellow day, which is fine by me; my body and mind have already taken far to much abuse for my liking. It’s been a battle to light any sort of fire, but that should be about it. I’m pretty much counting down the minutes at this point…or the best appromixamation on my sundial:
However I wanted to give everyone a heads up that I’ll be blogging for the rest of the week as a wrap-up. I want to look back at some of my favorite comments, posts that never went up and some other stuff as well. Obviously I’ll have pictures tomorrow, likely of me stuffing an egg sandwich down my maw two at a time.
Additionally, I’m already thinking ahead to my next adventure. While my family and friends will likely chastise me for even putting the thought out there, frankly life is too boring, and this too interesting, to not plan another great escapade. There seems to be a loyal readership following my travels and it would be a shame to not include you as well.
So if you’re interested, shoot me an email (hungbar at gmail.com), and I’ll put together a list. Otherwise there is an automated email subscription list on the right sidebar. Obviously it will only be used for this site, no spam or anything of that sort. I just figured we’ve gotten to know each other (you by reading, me through your comments) and it would be a shame to let that die.
So if you’re interested let me know; I’ll be hungrily waiting.
Oh yea, I rule the cheesy puns!
June 16th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Barb,
A few years ago, In a fit of psychotic-ness, I went on Atkins for a few weeks. I was 3 1/2 weeks in (and about 10 lbs slimmer) when my parents threw a dinner party. As there were plentiful amounts of meat on the menu, I was nonplussed. Then the dessert came out. I walked by the dessert buffet a few times, eyeing up the fruit tarts and assorted goodies with longing. I refrained. At some point, I couldn’t take it anymore and I broke down and attacked a chocolate mousse brownie. A minute lapsed and I felt funny, turned BLUE, and collapsed to the floor. In front of all their guests. Mortification does not begin to describe.
Moral of the story, beware what you eat after ridiculous periods of self imposed starvation. The eggs won’t go down like they used to.
Keep up the good work.
June 16th, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Anthony,
This is better then survivor. I think you’re on to something. Maybe next time try a different state or country that doesn’t have so many mussels. I would also fire your camera man for eating a hotdog in front of you.
June 16th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
If you were to do another man vs. wild event, i would follow it as closely as i followed this weeks. I am sad that the week is over, but i am happy for you to get some real food to eat. i was just telling my dad today that when i grow up to be your age, i want to do an event just like this. It is just too exciting of an event to pass up.
June 16th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
20 more hours to go to freedom and FOOD I must say you are the most disciplined and determined of any one I know. I would have given up on the second day. Anyway we are proud of the foolishness you accomplished and I hope your stomach and intestines get back to normal. A good dinner is awaiting you. xoxoxooxo Grandma
June 16th, 2008 at 4:29 pm
Congrats bud, looking forward to a visit in Chicago. Oh by the way, in case you hadn’t heard and because I’m so good at sending cheery messages your way. Chien Ming Wang could miss 2-3 months after injuring himself while engaged in the most treacherous of baseball activities….running the bases.