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Movember Contest Winners

Thank you to everybody who submitted a mustache pic in show of support for the Movember effort.  Even if you didn’t donate anything, the fact that you sported a lip brow and snapped a few pic shows that you’re willing to play a role.  I dig that.  And because you people are cool like that, I’m now going to live up to my end up the deal: The  Giveaway!

Even if you didn’t enter into the drawing, click the video below for a little bit of fun video entertainment this Saturday morning to find out who the winners are.

Movember Mug Giveaway Winners:

Supporters of the fundraising effort:Movember Collage

 

 

More Movember Contests and Giveaways:

25toFly

Sips of Jen and Tonic

The Life of JWO

 

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The Sleep Deprivation Challenge Ends

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Photo taken mid-trial

I’m sad to announce that The Official Sleep Deprivation Challenge is now officially over.  Put down your Pom-poms and exit the bleachers in a single file line.  [Insert distraught emoticon face.]

At approximately the 120 hour mark of the competition, I face planted into a bowl of macaroni salad and woke up six days later to a beard, dozens of misc. stains on the upholstery, a roof full of mortar shell debris, a bathtub full of jelly beans (?), and a fucking cat that apparently lives here now (cat story coming soon).

My brain shut down after Day 2 of the challenge, making it difficult to write anything down other than “dur…”  But, by the power of Zues, I somehow managed to keep a daily log.

Here are a few entries from the remainder of the challenge:  Continue reading

Sleep Deprivation Olympic Challenge: Day 2 Results

**Part One and Two can be found here:  Chowderhead’s Official Sleep Deprivation Olympic Challenge. and here:   Sleep Deprivation Olympic Challenge: Day 1 Results

 It’s only the second day of the competition and I’m already unraveling at the seams.  As of right now, I’m starting to feel like a hammer-smashed pile of overcooked broccoli.

Day 2 Recap:  Fear and Loathing at the Local Laundromat

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This is where I had my tooth extracted, but to the left a little bit by the counter.

I spent the first few early morning hours at some dirty laundromat around the corner, glazed over, watching a pack of wild goobers meticulously folding their yellowed whites.

At one point, the Chowderhead at the front counter started to get lippy with me after I expressed my concerns over the excessive lint piles that, in my opinion, should be periodically swept from the folding tables.

I made a very dry remark about her missing front tooth after she refused to acknowledge my request, and the next thing I recall was a sort of white flash – like a computer rebooting – and myself on all fours, on the floor, staring at the tooth that had been forcefully removed from my head.

Luckily, for the sake of this experiment, I didn’t completely blackout. Continue reading

Chowderhead’s Official Sleep Deprivation Olympic Challenge

**Disclaimer:  Do not try this at home, dummy. 

After submitting countless applications to participate in one of those paid studies in which the white-robed, clipboard-carrying people tie you up to a bunch of electrode-thingies and tape your eyes open for days on end, I was unfortunately denied, repeatedly, and labeled an unqualified candidate because of my excessive use of the word, fuck.

Fuck.

I’m slightly offended and deeply troubled that I will not be receiving any monetary rewards.  However, I will not be denied the experience.

Alex

Note to Self: Buy one of these things.

Because of this recent turn of events, and because I have nothing better to do, I’ve decided to conduct my very own, very informal, very unprofessional, and obviously, very stupid experiment, in which I will willingly subject myself to a semi-thorough, unsupervised sleep study.

My goal is to tie or break the current word record of  18 days, 21 hours, and 40 minutes without sleep.  I will report back with my findings.

Here’s some scientific crap about sleep:

-According to most academic journals, the human body requires anywhere from 6 to 10 hours of sleep per night.  (6 hours my ass!)

- Seventeen hours of sustained wakefulness leads to a decrease in performance equivalent to a blood alcohol-level of 0.05%.  (That means that in three weeks I will feel like I drank a cement truck full of beer in approximately ten minutes.)

- It’s impossible to tell if someone is really awake without close medical supervision. People can take cat naps with their eyes open without even being aware of it.  (Becca does that)

And here are some Tips for Sleeping Smart that I will not be following:    Continue reading

The Steven Seagal School of Chiropractic

It dawned on me the other day that sustaining an audience through weekly, incessant ranting might not be a good long-term concept.  Not that I don’t enjoy bashing trends, or whining about trivial stuff, but it gets old — even for me.  Does this mean the end of My Right to Bitch?  Yeah right.  I think it’s just time to add a few more ingredients to the salad bowl and mix things up a bit.  I have too much to talk about that doesn’t revolve around pissing and moaning all the time – at least that’s what my therapist says.

Speaking of expensive health services, I visited my chiropractor today for the first time in a few months.  All of this blogging has become a real pain in the neck (pun intended).  Sitting for extended periods of time does a real number on the body, so I decided to pop in for a much needed re-alignment.

If you’re not familiar with what Chiropractic is, let me break it down for you…

The Chiropractic Experience

In a nutshell, Chiropractic is basically the science of twisting bones and joints in ways that they weren’t intended to move.  Each visit brings a sampling of medical wrestling techniques designed to measure your tolerance for pain, as well as how easily you cry.

“Stop looking at my junk, doc…”

When visiting a clinic for the first time, the same initial protocol takes place as with any other doctor.  You’ll typically spend a half-hour filling out a phone book-sized stack of forms highlighting your aches and pains.  After that, prepare to spend another half-hour waiting in a room full of other decrepit people, anxiously listening to cries of agony coming from the occupied rooms.  Don’t run.

Right before you’re about to fall asleep, the doctor will call you in for spinal x-rays.  After the pictures are developed, they are then placed on a lighted board, which makes it easier for them to point out the problem areas, as well as the faint outline of your crotchal region.  From there a diagnosis is made, and the real fun begins shortly after.

There are several procedures throughout the visit.  The first set of bone manipulations begin with the patient laying face down on a table that’s supported by impact springs.  The springs are meant to absorb the large amounts of force being driven into your spine from a defenseless position.  Climbing aboard and riding the table of death to the horizontal position is the only fun part.  After the elevator ride, the patient then grasps the “oh shit” bars below, while the doctor proceeds with a series of pile driver-like moves, causing your spine to briefly meet with the inside of your sternum.

Internal Dialogue:

Spine:  “Hey there Sternum.”

Sternum:  “Well hello there, Spine!”

Spine:  “Gotta run.  I’ll drop by next week.”

“It’s alright everyone, I’m a Chiropractor.”

High Velocity Maneuvers

Some practices use adjustment techniques called High Velocity (movements), which look and feel similar to what Steven Seagal does to the bad guys in a lot of his movies.  As a matter of fact, it’s exactly the same technique.  While the patient is seated in a chair, the doctor silently approaches from behind, and when least expecting, violently twists the head of his victim — far enough for the person to momentarily view their own back.  If it sounds painful, that’s because it is.

I nicknamed my doctor “the hammer”, because he does to his patients what Gallagher does to watermelons.  On top of being medically-aggressive he’s also 300lbs – I’m not exaggerating.  The guy is built like a dump truck, and likes to use me as a guinea pig for all of the new karate moves he learns at conventions.  One of his newest techniques involves grabbing a hold of the skull, and forcefully extracting the patient’s head from his body cavity like a reverse-battering ram.  It’s kind of like tying one end of a rope to a door knob, and the other end to a pick-up truck.  Just for grins, I decided to measure myself before a visit.  Surprisingly enough, I grew two inches after the adjustment.

And I’m not supposed to crack my knuckles?

It’s important to note that if you’re considering visiting one, be mindful of what you eat beforehand.  For example, a stuffed bean burrito would be a poor choice of meals.  The reason is self explanatory.  When someone is jumping from the top turnbuckle onto your intestinal region, it’s unlikely your sphincter will maintain its gassy parts.  Each visit brings with it the potential for becoming a human whoopee cushion.  Many have fallen victim – myself included.

Right now you’re probably saying to yourself, “Why the hell do you bother going?”  The answer is simple; it’s a life-saver for me.  Most people don’t realize that all of the organ systems are connected to the spine.  Even a minor subluxation can cause a body system to function improperly.  I was extremely leery about it before I started visiting one, but haven’t looked back sense.  If you’re considering it, do your homework first and find a good one.  You won’t regret it –

What are your thoughts on Chiropractic — believer or skeptic?   

**Please share your funny stories **

-Happy Blogging, ya wimpy Bitchers!