Looking for a simple exercise that specifically targets belly fat. So far the best exercise I found was – pushing away from the dinner table.

So….what if you were actually an angel placed here on earth, but you didn’t realize it?

Hunger Games the movie wasn’t to my tastes. Had a stellar performance by Woody Harrelson. Otherwise, longer than needed or warranted. Logic of survival was tossed, and the combat scenes were all close-ups and disconnected shots so they felt jerky. The latest techno often eliminates the orchestration and dance of fight scenes. They could take lessons from the old Errol Flynn swash-bucklers.

S’plain this to me. Viewers watch crap like “Jersey Shore” and “Big Brother” with the premise as to how drunk and/or loaded someone can get, and how many folks they can hump – thus producing “celebrities” in the form of idiot delinquents like The Situation and Snooki. And the more messed up the cast gets, the happier the viewers are. Then…we have folks like Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, and Elvis Presley die from such abuses — and everyone acts so surprised and laments as to how such tragedies could be prevented.

We have had “Ghosts of Girlfriends Past.” How about “Zombies of Girlfriends Past?”