RMax Powered Running and Skyline Chili
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RMax Powered Running and Skyline Chili
Jason (Onealjn) sent me this, damn his eyes.
"Rmax Powered Running" made me think of heroic dog movies, or maybe bad scifi. You know how in a "heroic dog" movie, there's always a scene of the dog running back and forth and barking, and then someone says "Wait! I think he's trying to tell us something!"
It happens in cheesy alien movies, too. An alien approaches the hero and says "EEEEEEblrblrblrwolla!" The hero's about to blow it away when his female sidekick (who is more intuitive, because she has ovaries) says "Wait! I think it's trying to tell us something!"
So it is with "Rmax Powered Running." After 5 minutes or so of Scott Sonnon's stream-of-consciousness glossolalia, I realized that he was trying to tell me something. I'm not sure what it was. It may have had to do with running.
The mental fog it produced cleared a bit later, and I noticed that there is actually a decent joint-mobility routine in the "Preparing to Run" segment. In particular I like the 4-corner leg drill, and if it weren't widely available on the 'net, it would have justified the effort of inserting the DVD into the player.
There is also a series of stretches after that, but I'm not sure what those were about, because that segment had no narration. It may have been running-fetish porn for the hearing-impaired. If so, I salute Rmax's effort to reach out to an neglected segment of the porn-viewing population.
This was so bad that I had to watch "Big Bad Mama" afterwards, just to clear the air. Since that film actually contains a sex scene with Angie Dickinson and William Shatner, well, you get the idea. Stick with Pose or Chi running.
Then I tried this stuff called "Skyline Chili" that somehow found its way into the same package as the DVD. It is a beefy-tomato-based substance, sort of like Texas Pete hot dog chili, but runnier. It is not chili. Also, you eat it on spaghetti, yet it is not Bolognese. It's not bad, but I won't miss it if I never eat it again.
Overall, a deeply unsatisfying experience on all counts. I'm still looking for something sufficiently awful to send Jason in return.
"Rmax Powered Running" made me think of heroic dog movies, or maybe bad scifi. You know how in a "heroic dog" movie, there's always a scene of the dog running back and forth and barking, and then someone says "Wait! I think he's trying to tell us something!"
It happens in cheesy alien movies, too. An alien approaches the hero and says "EEEEEEblrblrblrwolla!" The hero's about to blow it away when his female sidekick (who is more intuitive, because she has ovaries) says "Wait! I think it's trying to tell us something!"
So it is with "Rmax Powered Running." After 5 minutes or so of Scott Sonnon's stream-of-consciousness glossolalia, I realized that he was trying to tell me something. I'm not sure what it was. It may have had to do with running.
The mental fog it produced cleared a bit later, and I noticed that there is actually a decent joint-mobility routine in the "Preparing to Run" segment. In particular I like the 4-corner leg drill, and if it weren't widely available on the 'net, it would have justified the effort of inserting the DVD into the player.
There is also a series of stretches after that, but I'm not sure what those were about, because that segment had no narration. It may have been running-fetish porn for the hearing-impaired. If so, I salute Rmax's effort to reach out to an neglected segment of the porn-viewing population.
This was so bad that I had to watch "Big Bad Mama" afterwards, just to clear the air. Since that film actually contains a sex scene with Angie Dickinson and William Shatner, well, you get the idea. Stick with Pose or Chi running.
Then I tried this stuff called "Skyline Chili" that somehow found its way into the same package as the DVD. It is a beefy-tomato-based substance, sort of like Texas Pete hot dog chili, but runnier. It is not chili. Also, you eat it on spaghetti, yet it is not Bolognese. It's not bad, but I won't miss it if I never eat it again.
Overall, a deeply unsatisfying experience on all counts. I'm still looking for something sufficiently awful to send Jason in return.
The flesh is weak, and the smell of pussy is strong like a muthafucka.