November 2010
9 posts
“Great art makes the personal universal.”
– Nathan Rabin of The A.V Club.
Happy Birthfat!
I feel pretty strongly that I actually had a better title for this post a few days ago, but a lot has happened since then, so I probably forgot all about it.
So! What are all these happenings, you’re wondering. And by you, I mean two potential robots who are following me. I do not understand social networking. Or in-person networking. I have always just felt that if I were to reach...
ApocaFitness
I keep trying to lose weight, so I can stay a Fatling instead of a full-blown Fattie. I’ve been watching a lot of apocalyptic entertainments lately, so I’m thinking that focusing on my need to run fast, away from zombies or those cannibals from The Road or Death Eaters or whatever, might be a good motivation.
I am nothing if not unoriginal. Still, working out should put me in a good...
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Alcoholic Eponymous
People, I don’t really know what the title of this post is supposed to mean. All I know is that is sounds awesome. Like Mr. A to Z, I am all about the wordplay.
So I went out with my adoring husband last night—did I mention I was married? Well, I am, bitches. It rules. We will talk more about the Fatventures of The Fatling and Her Adoring Husband later. I will maybe even come up...
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Common Sense and the Undead
In my spare, not-living-up-to-beauty-standard time, I watch a lot of tv. A lot. A lot a lot. I love television so very much. Television is undoubtedly the reason I have so little muscle definition and upper body strength.
Anyway, I’ve been watching AMC’s lackluster adaptation of The Walking Dead. It’s nothing special, certainly not as good as Breaking Bad or Mad Men. It...
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The Fatling Is Many Things, Part 1
See, I told you we’d talk about this! Aren’t you excited, one person who is following me, probably under the misguided assumption that I will provide weight loss and/or running tips? Sorry to burst your bubble, but reading this blog will probably make you self-sabotage and cry yourself to sleep every night. Because above all things, The Fatling is a bitch.
The Fatling doesn’t...
Fatling Fatling Fatling, I Made You Out of Pie!
I can’t even begin to describe how much joy the word “Fatling” brings me. I promise that this period of being enamored of that word will come to an end. I promise that not every single post on here will be me extolling how great the word “Fatling” is and how great I am, by extension, for thinking it up. Just most of them. For a while.
But more important will be...
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Say Hello to The Muthafucking Fatling,...
What up, bitches? You bitches my bitches, right? Otherwise, why the FUCK are you here?
So, listen, you can call me The Fatling. I call me The Fatling when I’m in third-person mode. The Fatling loves third-person mode. It makes her feel important. Important and fat. The Fatling is all about honesty.
Where did The Fatling come from? Well, I’ll tell you. Yesterday I was on the...
