Sonny the Alien: The Christmas Movie

Sonny the Alien

Earth Log Entry #2: Seasonal Cinema Hierarchies

Sonny discovered Christmas movies accidentally.

He turned on the television seeking background noise.

Instead, he found Jingle All the Way.

Sonny sat down immediately.

A well-built human male was yelling. Another human male, a postman, was also yelling.

A child desired an object of great importance.

“This appears to be a quest,” Sonny said.

The humans on screen competed aggressively for a toy.

There were lies. There were disguises. There was mild lawlessness.

Sonny leaned forward.

“Yes,” he whispered. “This is excellent.”

The door opened.

Chad entered, carrying a bag of gifts and some leftovers, clearly exhausted from a family Christmas gathering.

He stopped when he saw the television. “Are you watching…Jingle All the Way?”

“Yes,” Sonny said. “It is a Christmas film.”

Chad scoffed. “That movie sucks.”

Sonny turned slowly. “Sucks…how?”

“It’s not a real Christmas movie,” Chad said, tossing his keys on the table. “It’s dumb. It’s loud. It’s just Arnold yelling.”

On screen, Arnold yelled again.

Sonny gestured toward the television. “He is demonstrating urgency.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “There are way better Christmas movies.”

“Name them,” Sonny said calmly.

“Home Alone. Elf. Die Hard.”

Sonny considered this. “Those are also loud,” Sonny said, “and involve criminal behavior.”

“That’s different,” Chad said. “Those are classics.”

Sonny frowned slightly. “In this film,” Sonny said, “a father endures humiliation, conflict, and physical danger to provide joy for his offspring.”

The Turbo Man doll appeared. Sonny nodded approvingly. “This aligns with Christmas values.”

Chad stared. “You’re taking this movie seriously?”

“Yes,” Sonny said. “It contains competition, sacrifice, deception, redemption, and a parade.”

On screen, chaos escalated. Sonny smiled.

“This is not merely a movie,” he said. “It is a documentary about human scarcity mindset.”

Chad sighed and collapsed onto the couch. “You’re impossible.”

Sonny did not look away from the screen. “I am enjoying this,” he said. “A great deal.”

Sonny took out his Earth Log device and started tapping away.

Chad glanced at the screen again. “Okay, but Sinbad is kind of funny.”

Sonny nodded and smirked slightly. “Progress,” he said.

Christmas in the Brickyard

While the world trades iron for wrapping paper, the Brickyard doesn’t close.

It breathes.

The work doesn’t vanish because it’s Christmas. Discipline doesn’t take PTO. The mission doesn’t care about eggnog.

Stand down today. Eat with your people. Laugh loud. Feel the weight of what you’re building.

But understand this:

Tomorrow the gates swing open again.

Chain on. Gains on. Anchors up. Back to stacking bricks.

Today is a holiday. And a reset.

Merry Christmas. Happy holidays.

How to Get Banned Forever from Facebook for Absolutely No Reason (A Guide)

Looking to get permanently banned from Facebook for absolutely no reason?

You’re in the right spot.

In this guide, I’ll walk you through how to get banned quickly and efficiently—so you can free up time for things that actually matter.

On second thought…

I have absolutely no idea how I got permanently banned from Facebook.

No warning.

No explanation.

No appeal.

Just poof—gone.

I assume I deeply offended one of their bots.

Which is impressive, because I don’t remember doing anything at all.

Damn.

Now how am I supposed to watch people I don’t talk to argue about things I don’t care about?

Sonny the Alien: The Gym x2

Sonny the Alien

Earth Log Entry #1: A Prohibition Against Doubling

Sonny had been on Earth exactly two months when he discovered something magical: The gym.

A place where humans voluntarily lifted heavy objects and grunted like territorial moose. Sonny felt right at home.

He went once in the morning. He enjoyed it. A lot. So naturally…he wanted to go again.

He slipped on a shirt, laced up his shoes, and was halfway out the door when Chad intercepted him like a panicked football cornerback. “Bro-bro-bro-BRO. You can’t go to the gym twice in one day.”

Sonny froze. “Why not?”

Chad blinked. Then blinked again. “Well…it’s weird, dude.”

Sonny looked genuinely concerned. “Weird… how?”

“You’ll be THAT Guy,” Chad said, waving his iced coffee around dramatically. “The overachiever guy. The too-much guy. The employees will notice. They’ll judge you.”

Sonny nodded slowly like Chad had just revealed deep Earth wisdom. “Earth custom prohibits…doubling?”

“It’s not a RULE,” Chad said. “It’s just…NOBODY does that.”

Sonny tilted his head, processing. “But…I enjoyed it. I simply wish to enjoy it twice.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Chad said.

Sonny’s eyes widened. “There is a limit on joy?”

“No! No, not joy—just gyms. You can’t be a ‘two-a-day guy.’ People talk.”

Sonny stared at him with deep alien sincerity. “Chad…humans are fragile.” Then he walked out the door anyway.

Later, he returned glowing—literally a slightly brighter shade of #e88368—and talked aloud as he wrote an entry into his Earth Log device:

Chad muttered under his breath as he swiped on a dating app, “Of course you did.”

It’s Monday, Muthafucka

Time to stop dreaming and start doing.

Time to stop lollygagging and start working.

Time to stop thinking and start acting.

Time to stop lounging and pick your ass up.

Start something.

It’s Monday. The best day of the week.

The Gold Standard for Movements: Repeatable. Measurable. Observable.

The Gold Standard for Movements: Repeatable. Measurable. Observable.

You want to know if a movement is worth your time?

Simple.

It has to be repeatable, measurable, and observable.

Note: Credit to CrossFit for first introducing me to this concept.

That’s the standard.

If it doesn’t meet that criteria, it’s just exercising. Maybe fun. Maybe sweaty. Maybe trendy. But it ain’t building you.

Repeatable

Can you do it again the same way, day after day, week after week?

That’s how real results happen.

It’s how we:

  • Build patterns
  • Refine technique
  • Lay down layers of muscle and strength like bricks

If the movement changes every time you do it, good luck tracking progress. You’re just guessing. Musclebuilders don’t guess—we train with precision.

Measurable

What gets measured gets mastered.

You should:

  • Know the weight you’re using
  • Know what rep range you’re using
  • Know how many sets you’re doing
  • Know how long your rest interval is
  • Know what tempo you’re using
  • Dial in range of motion.

If you can’t measure it, you can’t apply progressive overload. And if you can’t overload…you’re just maintaining, not building.

Muscle grows from challenge. Measurable challenge.

Track everything.

Observable

You—or someone qualified—needs to see what’s happening.

That’s how we keep form dialed in. That’s how we correct breakdowns before they become injuries. That’s how we separate a clean rep from a wasted one.

If no one can clearly tell what you’re doing—or if it looks like a circus act—it doesn’t belong in a serious program.

The Standard

We train with intent, not gimmicks.

  • Dumbbell bench press? RMO approved.
  • Weighted pull-ups? RMO approved.
  • Seated leg press with your knees at your ears while doing curls on a BOSU ball? Get that garbage out of here.

This is the Musclebuilder path, brother.

We train to build.

We build to grow.

We grow to conquer.

Train hard. Train smart. And never forget the standard: Repeatable. Measurable. Observable.

Let the others chase novelty.

We chase legacy.

Let’s build.

Sunday Sendoff #27: The Age of Less—The Builder Way

Brickwall's Sunday Sendoff

The modern world is obsessed with more.

More exercises. More supplements. More hacks. More noise. More opinions. More distractions.

And somehow…less progress.

The Builder knows a different truth:

Strength is built by subtraction.

You don’t need more movements—you need better execution.

You don’t need more volume—you need intention.

You don’t need more motivation—you need alignment.

Too much weakens the signal. Too many things dilute effort. Too many inputs fracture focus. Too many goals scatter power.

Muscle isn’t built by excess.

It’s built by pressure applied consistently in the right direction.

The same is true for life.

Strip it down.

Train with fewer movements—but execute them brutally well. Eat fewer foods—but eat them with purpose. Commit to fewer goals—but attack them relentlessly.

Let go of what doesn’t serve your mission.

This is the Age of Less.

Less distraction. Less clutter. Less ego. Less drift.

More might. More clarity. More discipline. More progress.

Don’t add things.

Remove them.

Cut one exercise you don’t need. Drop one habit that weakens you. Say no to one obligation that pulls you off mission.

The Builder doesn’t accumulate just to accumulate.

He accumulates what’s necessary.

And gets rid of the rest.

Builder Principle

Cut what’s unessential, and keep the blade sharp.

Something to Ponder

What are a few things that need to be hacked away from your life? Why not get started on that, right now?

See You In the Arena

This week is just about over. Next week is just about here. Let’s keep building.

Brick by brick.

-Brickwall

Movies and TV Shows Not Being Filmed Where They’re Set

Would it shock you—shock you to your very core—to learn that CSI: Miami wasn’t actually filmed in Miami?

That The Office wasn’t filmed in Scranton?

That Seinfeld… wasn’t even filmed in New York City?

Nope. All of them were shot in, you guessed it, Los Angeles.

Now, I get it. Logistically it makes sense. LA has the crews, the studios, the sunshine, the palm trees that can play “generic palm trees” in any show from Hawaii to Florida. It’s cheaper. It’s easier. They’ve got fake city backdrops like Walmart has potato chips—every flavor, every style.

But still…part of me feels robbed. Like I just found out my favorite steakhouse has been microwaving my T-bones.

When I watch CSI: Miami, I want the heat, the humidity, the real deal palm trees swaying while they chase some sunglasses-wearing villain through the streets. Not “Los Angeles with a couple of strategically placed flamingos.”

When I watch The Office, I want to smell the paper mill, hear the awkward small-town chatter, and see a Dunkin’ Donuts that actually looks like it’s been there since the ‘80s.

When I watch Seinfeld, I want real NYC chaos. I want honking taxis, pushy bagel shop owners, and the constant fear of being run over by a messenger bike. Not a California soundstage with a “pretend garbage can” in the corner.

I know the magic of TV is that it feels real even when it isn’t…but c’mon. Can’t we film at least a few episodes where the show actually takes place?

Because right now, no matter what I watch, it all looks like Los Angeles in a Halloween costume.