Since my brother started doing 100 chin ups a day, he has been emailing me about the benefits of chin ups and how chimps have really good upper body strength from swinging from trees. So I went to buy a chin up bar for the house, only no one had them for sale at the various sporting superstores I went to. I finally found one, but it was 40 dollars, which I considered too much. So instead I resolved to make one. I began by finding a length of pipe of the appropriate dimension, then hacksawing it to the right length. The trick to making a chin up bar ( and I know, as I have made a few in my time) is how to attach it to the walls. Usually I have my welding gear, so I can figure out something, but in this case, I was forced to devise an ingenious method of brackets.

Which worked, although my honey was dismayed at how ghetto it made the door passage look. But you can't win em all. I had spent most of saturday on my latest animated tour de force, a project I am entering in a commerical for george soros, moby and micheal moore to air during the state of the union. But I did take a break and go to a beach nearby, called Baker Beach, which is at the bottom of a low cliff. There is a steep sand staircase that leads to it. So I ran up and down the sand staircase until the vomit came up.

Then I came home and my honey came home from hiking near a rifle range with some ladies and we had chinese food and we watched a modern version of Dorian Gray it was all very nice. Then we had ice cream.