So, I finished Cosmic Banditos by A.C. Weisbecker. i like it. a
lot. not quite sure what it was about, well, that's not true, it was
about everything and nothing, it was like reading a diary, not so much a
story, and knowing that it was loosely based off actual events makes it
that much cooler. i wonder how much was actually true, or if anything
he wrote actually happened?
the writing is straightforward, and good, and easy. words just follow
each other smoothly, it's not a chore to read, even when he is talking
about quantum physics. he writes in a simple voice, and descriptive
enough to paint a great picture in your head. the story itself is
interesting. overall, it was a quick read and a really really enjoyable
book. it also made me stop and think and ponder, which i like in a
book.
i would definitely recommend it, but you have to have a certain personality to read it. it's not for everyone.
glad i read it, but i don't think i want to read his other two books. i'm happy with just this one.
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Monday, October 29, 2012
memento mori
aint written in a while, but a goodly amount of vodka has taken care of that for now. i feel all "write-y" even though i know it's all shit.
memento mori.
that is the only thing that keeps me going. someday i will die and so none of this shit matters. all my failed dreams mean nothing five seconds after i die.
the only thing is death isn't quick, it's slow and boring, like church or opera when you're five years old. it seems to take forever.
i have that knot in my stomach, that yearning for something i can't describe, that sadness of something lost, perhaps something i never had to begin with, but i know deep in the marrow of my bones i'm somehow missing something that is right there. i can't shake that feeling of i somehow fucked up but don't know exactly how or where. it gnaws at me, it taunts me like a spectre just outside my vision, if i turn quick to see it, it's gone. i can't shake it, life is nothing more than a shit frosted puke cake. looks good, but really it just makes you sick, kicks you in the nuts, and moves on.
face it, the planet doesn't want us here. there are so many things that area against us; weather, animals, disease, virii, all these things that are trying to destroy us. we don't belong here. we fight to survive just long enough to die. what a fucking joke.
memento mori.
nothing works out like you expect, some people say it didn't work out like it's supposed to, but that is wrong. it works out just like it works out, and that is that. there is no right or wrong way. there is no right or wrong, there just...."is." perhaps it's the winter, the cold that i feel deep under my skin, but i feel like no matter what i do i'm wrong.
i should be riding. i should be working out. i should be doing lots of things. but i'm not. and this is stress for me.
my only consolation.....it ultimately doesn't matter.
memento mori.
memento mori.
that is the only thing that keeps me going. someday i will die and so none of this shit matters. all my failed dreams mean nothing five seconds after i die.
the only thing is death isn't quick, it's slow and boring, like church or opera when you're five years old. it seems to take forever.
i have that knot in my stomach, that yearning for something i can't describe, that sadness of something lost, perhaps something i never had to begin with, but i know deep in the marrow of my bones i'm somehow missing something that is right there. i can't shake that feeling of i somehow fucked up but don't know exactly how or where. it gnaws at me, it taunts me like a spectre just outside my vision, if i turn quick to see it, it's gone. i can't shake it, life is nothing more than a shit frosted puke cake. looks good, but really it just makes you sick, kicks you in the nuts, and moves on.
face it, the planet doesn't want us here. there are so many things that area against us; weather, animals, disease, virii, all these things that are trying to destroy us. we don't belong here. we fight to survive just long enough to die. what a fucking joke.
memento mori.
nothing works out like you expect, some people say it didn't work out like it's supposed to, but that is wrong. it works out just like it works out, and that is that. there is no right or wrong way. there is no right or wrong, there just...."is." perhaps it's the winter, the cold that i feel deep under my skin, but i feel like no matter what i do i'm wrong.
i should be riding. i should be working out. i should be doing lots of things. but i'm not. and this is stress for me.
my only consolation.....it ultimately doesn't matter.
memento mori.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
another night in a small colorado town
i am currently in fight mode with my woman, she is surfing the red tide and has become a vile evil monster, as she does for one week each month. seriously, she is completely and totally Mr Hyde, compared to her usual mild mannered and flowery happy Dr. Jekyll. it started last night, i said something innocuous, she got offended and upset and decided to leave. i eagerly let her go, and probably won't actually converse with her for a few days, when the real her returns.
as a result, i had nothing to do this evening. no plans. there is a festival afoot in the town, turning a quiet boring town into a chaotic ground zero of smells and sounds and various people of all shapes, mostly pear shapes, but all shapes, promenading up and down the street. there is excitement in the air, as well as the smell of deep fryer oil and shitty cologne.
i started drinking at work when old flame, well, not really a flame, more of a potential spark that never happened, came in to the shop to introduce her two friends from the big city over the hill who came to visit for no apparent reason. they seemed cool and hip in a "we aren't really trying, we are just naturally cool and hip even though we are really trying not to try" sort of way. they left and then returned and invited me for a game of scrabble later in the evening. i took it the old flame wanted to hang out and talk to me or some such nonsense. having absolutely nothing better to do, i agreed.
after a few beers, i wandered across the street to get some books signed and hear an author read and speak. he is a big deal in many small circles, and while he was vastly interesting and entertaining, i could only take so much before i quietly slipped out. even though the streets were packed, the place was rather empty. turns out not the most literate crowd comes to this sort of two day shindig. they are more interested in oversized turkey legs and funnel cakes.
i headed over to the small shop to play some scrabble and chat and laugh it up with my friend and her cool hip friends. in the back of the shop was a fierce scrabble game afoot, the old flame, who had been sort of flirty, was there, as was her current legal husband who detests me and is jealous of me even though nothing ever happened between us and they are sort of split but still living together. a very very very very strange situation. i was invited to sit in and finish the hand she had while she tended to her shop, making sure to never step near me or actually speak to me. it was me, another gal, and her two friends, drinking and playing scrabble in a small shop while there was a festival raging outside.
"so, what do you do when you aren't playing scrabble in small colorado towns?" i asked the tragically hip couple. the lady answered first with a modest "i am a social worker." i explained i am a very anti social worker, causing more missed sales and unhappy customers than not.
i told them of my idea for a t-shirt about life's "ups and downs" with a picture of a UPS truck and a guy with Downs syndrome on it. we traded off color jokes and witty wordplay, we got along famously, seriously, truly, it was good. then they did that thing were couples keep repeating some hilarious phrase to each other as an inside joke, repeating a funny joke or phrase over and over instead of having any conversation with others. for them it was a line from Van Morrison's ringworm, from his Contractual Obligation album. as an aside, i fucking hate Van Morrison. my beer was finished, the game was finished, i no longer wanted to hang out, and i have to work tomorrow, so i thanked everyone, said goodbyes, and rode my bike home in the wonderful night air.
now, here i am with a glass of wine, almost finished. i shall down the glass, shut off the computer, and go to sleep. tomorrow, it all starts again.
another night in a small colorado town.
as a result, i had nothing to do this evening. no plans. there is a festival afoot in the town, turning a quiet boring town into a chaotic ground zero of smells and sounds and various people of all shapes, mostly pear shapes, but all shapes, promenading up and down the street. there is excitement in the air, as well as the smell of deep fryer oil and shitty cologne.
i started drinking at work when old flame, well, not really a flame, more of a potential spark that never happened, came in to the shop to introduce her two friends from the big city over the hill who came to visit for no apparent reason. they seemed cool and hip in a "we aren't really trying, we are just naturally cool and hip even though we are really trying not to try" sort of way. they left and then returned and invited me for a game of scrabble later in the evening. i took it the old flame wanted to hang out and talk to me or some such nonsense. having absolutely nothing better to do, i agreed.
after a few beers, i wandered across the street to get some books signed and hear an author read and speak. he is a big deal in many small circles, and while he was vastly interesting and entertaining, i could only take so much before i quietly slipped out. even though the streets were packed, the place was rather empty. turns out not the most literate crowd comes to this sort of two day shindig. they are more interested in oversized turkey legs and funnel cakes.
i headed over to the small shop to play some scrabble and chat and laugh it up with my friend and her cool hip friends. in the back of the shop was a fierce scrabble game afoot, the old flame, who had been sort of flirty, was there, as was her current legal husband who detests me and is jealous of me even though nothing ever happened between us and they are sort of split but still living together. a very very very very strange situation. i was invited to sit in and finish the hand she had while she tended to her shop, making sure to never step near me or actually speak to me. it was me, another gal, and her two friends, drinking and playing scrabble in a small shop while there was a festival raging outside.
"so, what do you do when you aren't playing scrabble in small colorado towns?" i asked the tragically hip couple. the lady answered first with a modest "i am a social worker." i explained i am a very anti social worker, causing more missed sales and unhappy customers than not.
i told them of my idea for a t-shirt about life's "ups and downs" with a picture of a UPS truck and a guy with Downs syndrome on it. we traded off color jokes and witty wordplay, we got along famously, seriously, truly, it was good. then they did that thing were couples keep repeating some hilarious phrase to each other as an inside joke, repeating a funny joke or phrase over and over instead of having any conversation with others. for them it was a line from Van Morrison's ringworm, from his Contractual Obligation album. as an aside, i fucking hate Van Morrison. my beer was finished, the game was finished, i no longer wanted to hang out, and i have to work tomorrow, so i thanked everyone, said goodbyes, and rode my bike home in the wonderful night air.
now, here i am with a glass of wine, almost finished. i shall down the glass, shut off the computer, and go to sleep. tomorrow, it all starts again.
another night in a small colorado town.
Friday, September 28, 2012
book review: confederacy of dunces
it's friday, 1415 in the afternoon, sunny, warm, i gotta actually go to work in an hour or so.
so this blog is supposed to be about bikes books n' shit. there is plenty of bikes, and more than enough shit, but it's been lean on books as of late. i just don't seem to read as much as i used to. i am trying to rectify that though, i've got about ten books lined up to be read and i'm hoping to read them all in the next ten weeks. we shall see...
so, books....let's talk about a confederacy of dunces by john K Toole.
i know it's been read by everyone, and i'm the last guy to read it. i know it's the greatest book ever. well...i'm not a fan. i didn't like it.
i tried to read it years ago, didn't finish it, didn't like it. i figured i'm older and wiser and would appreciate it more. nope. the main character, Ignatius, a fat annoying frustrating motherfucker is not at all likable, at least not by me. perhaps i know too many people like him, and i can't stand them and don't want anything to do with them, but when i read the book, it just makes me angry and frustrated at him, i don't like him and don't want anything to do with him.
then there is the patois, a lot of the dialogue is written in new orleans vernacular, and while i know it' supposed to help make the story real and give the reader a feel for the area, it's just annoying and frustrating to me.
the cast of characters are somewhat funny, but overall they are indeed dunces, and it's just annoying to read about these idiots. again, perhaps i've seen too many of them in real life and the frustration of dealing with them in real life carries over and ruins my fictional experience. either way, not a fun read, not funny, and there it is.
it's not a horrible book, i just didn't find it as masterful and amazing and deep and funny as everyone says it is. i don't care how many awards it's won, i don't care how satirical and deep it is. it's not an entertaining story, i couldn't care less about the main character, or any of them, and it was more tedious a read than enjoyable.
so, there is that. i wouldn't recommend the book, if a movie ever comes out, i don't' want to see it.
tonight i'm gonna see M John Fayhee...i'm excited about that.
now, i'm off. got shit to do....
so this blog is supposed to be about bikes books n' shit. there is plenty of bikes, and more than enough shit, but it's been lean on books as of late. i just don't seem to read as much as i used to. i am trying to rectify that though, i've got about ten books lined up to be read and i'm hoping to read them all in the next ten weeks. we shall see...
so, books....let's talk about a confederacy of dunces by john K Toole.
i know it's been read by everyone, and i'm the last guy to read it. i know it's the greatest book ever. well...i'm not a fan. i didn't like it.
i tried to read it years ago, didn't finish it, didn't like it. i figured i'm older and wiser and would appreciate it more. nope. the main character, Ignatius, a fat annoying frustrating motherfucker is not at all likable, at least not by me. perhaps i know too many people like him, and i can't stand them and don't want anything to do with them, but when i read the book, it just makes me angry and frustrated at him, i don't like him and don't want anything to do with him.
then there is the patois, a lot of the dialogue is written in new orleans vernacular, and while i know it' supposed to help make the story real and give the reader a feel for the area, it's just annoying and frustrating to me.
the cast of characters are somewhat funny, but overall they are indeed dunces, and it's just annoying to read about these idiots. again, perhaps i've seen too many of them in real life and the frustration of dealing with them in real life carries over and ruins my fictional experience. either way, not a fun read, not funny, and there it is.
it's not a horrible book, i just didn't find it as masterful and amazing and deep and funny as everyone says it is. i don't care how many awards it's won, i don't care how satirical and deep it is. it's not an entertaining story, i couldn't care less about the main character, or any of them, and it was more tedious a read than enjoyable.
so, there is that. i wouldn't recommend the book, if a movie ever comes out, i don't' want to see it.
tonight i'm gonna see M John Fayhee...i'm excited about that.
now, i'm off. got shit to do....
Sunday, September 23, 2012
joys of a new sponge
it's sunday night, 1855 hours pm in the evening, i'm listening to Dion and the Belmonts sing about Run Around Sue pretty much on repeat. i really really really like that damn song....
i'm tired, like all the life force has been sucked out of me. i'm not a close friend of time, so i don't know when the last time i wrote was, feels like a week, but it all started thursday....
went for a kick ass ride thursday, turns out i really really love riding my bike and it makes me happy.
friday, i went for another ride. i rode pretty fucking well, rode stuff i hadn't ridden before, i was catching air like a pro fisherman catches trout, hucking like i was getting paid for it. it felt GREAT.
then friday night i lay in bed, cramping my ass off, for no real reason. i'm pretty sure i was dehydrated, especially since i was pissing brown sand.
saturday, got a bunch of bananas and went to work early, we had an "event," and we worked for 12 straight hours, non stop, granted there was beer involved, but at the end of the day, i was done. got home and i could barely stay awake.
this morning i woke up super early and went to work. it was slow, thankfully, but i'm super tired.
so, what was the highlight of the last few days, other than the super awesome kick ass ride friday?
I GOT A NEW SPONGE!!!! everyone looks for joys in big things, they look for major events or huge instances, they want spectacular views and grand adventures and major things to make them happy. well, my new sponge made me super happy.
i finally replaced my old, dirty, tattered, worn out sponge, with the tomato sauce stains and pieces of burnt steak and other detritus stuck to it. i was pretty sure i was making things dirtier each time i used it to "clean" something. i finally broke down and got a brand new bright yellow sponge with a kelly green scratchy scrubby pad. the old one, which used to be yellow, had it's scrubby pad smoothed out over time, it was more of a "spread the dirt around" pad.
it didn't take an amazing sunset atop a mountain overlooking the sea with whales doing backflips and van halen rocking out on a floating barge and a mass of large breasted hot women dancing topless to make me happy. it took a 79 cent imitation creature of the sea to bring me joy and pleasure. it wasn't lasting joy and pleasure, but it did the trick, and even now as i think of it, it brings a smile to my face.
it doesn't take much for happiness, and i'm sure the happiness comes from inside, the fact that i can get joy from something as simple as a sponge. external things cannot make you happy, including my cheap yellow sponge really, but if you let it, i guess, you can get happiness from ordinary objects, and so i wonder....why do you need an object? why can't you just have the happiness? i'm sure you could, if you wanted to, but perhaps it's easier to manifest happiness through and avatar?
either way, it cheered me up and made me feel good.
now i'm gonna drink a cup of hot tea, maybe wash some dirty dishes with my clean new sponge, and go to sleep.
tomorrow back to work. and maybe a really good bike ride afterward.
i'm tired, like all the life force has been sucked out of me. i'm not a close friend of time, so i don't know when the last time i wrote was, feels like a week, but it all started thursday....
went for a kick ass ride thursday, turns out i really really love riding my bike and it makes me happy.
friday, i went for another ride. i rode pretty fucking well, rode stuff i hadn't ridden before, i was catching air like a pro fisherman catches trout, hucking like i was getting paid for it. it felt GREAT.
then friday night i lay in bed, cramping my ass off, for no real reason. i'm pretty sure i was dehydrated, especially since i was pissing brown sand.
saturday, got a bunch of bananas and went to work early, we had an "event," and we worked for 12 straight hours, non stop, granted there was beer involved, but at the end of the day, i was done. got home and i could barely stay awake.
this morning i woke up super early and went to work. it was slow, thankfully, but i'm super tired.
so, what was the highlight of the last few days, other than the super awesome kick ass ride friday?
I GOT A NEW SPONGE!!!! everyone looks for joys in big things, they look for major events or huge instances, they want spectacular views and grand adventures and major things to make them happy. well, my new sponge made me super happy.
i finally replaced my old, dirty, tattered, worn out sponge, with the tomato sauce stains and pieces of burnt steak and other detritus stuck to it. i was pretty sure i was making things dirtier each time i used it to "clean" something. i finally broke down and got a brand new bright yellow sponge with a kelly green scratchy scrubby pad. the old one, which used to be yellow, had it's scrubby pad smoothed out over time, it was more of a "spread the dirt around" pad.
it didn't take an amazing sunset atop a mountain overlooking the sea with whales doing backflips and van halen rocking out on a floating barge and a mass of large breasted hot women dancing topless to make me happy. it took a 79 cent imitation creature of the sea to bring me joy and pleasure. it wasn't lasting joy and pleasure, but it did the trick, and even now as i think of it, it brings a smile to my face.
it doesn't take much for happiness, and i'm sure the happiness comes from inside, the fact that i can get joy from something as simple as a sponge. external things cannot make you happy, including my cheap yellow sponge really, but if you let it, i guess, you can get happiness from ordinary objects, and so i wonder....why do you need an object? why can't you just have the happiness? i'm sure you could, if you wanted to, but perhaps it's easier to manifest happiness through and avatar?
either way, it cheered me up and made me feel good.
now i'm gonna drink a cup of hot tea, maybe wash some dirty dishes with my clean new sponge, and go to sleep.
tomorrow back to work. and maybe a really good bike ride afterward.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
rock shows and bike rides
it's thursday, feels like saturday. life is fucking GREAT.
saw Rehab last night, i kinda feel bad, it was not a packed house, and the venue is small. very small crowd, and kinda lame crowd, which is no fun for the band. i'm so thankful they came to play though, and they put on a great show. part of the fun was watching the strange crowd, good god there are some characters living in this fucked up little town. one guy, who we called "flannel shirt" had eyes of someone who has murdered and raped children, sunken, sullen, and wild. we were sure while others went out for a smoke break, he went out for a murder break. we pictured him saying things like "i killed a man in reno just to watch him die. then i killed another one, just to hone my craft!" kid couldn't have been more than 25, and his strangely shaped girlfriend who we dubbed "floppy boobies" was dancing all over, and at one point he was sitting there and it looked like he commanded and yelled at her to go and dance on the fucking dance floor! it was odd. he was intense the whole night, although while we were on the floor, he bumped into my about three times, which i didn't mind at all, and he seemed very apologetic, sorry he bumped into me. polite. strange guy. probably very nice.
Rehab is a pretty kick ass band. this is the second time i've seen them live, i don't think i want to see them live again. either that or i want to see them live with a crowd that gets them pumped up enough to give it their all. i think they were bored, and i can understand that. if the crowd doesn't give any energy to the band, they are vampires, and the band is flat. the band needs something to feed off of. i can't blame the band, i blame the crowd on this one. i think they still put on a solid good show, and i still think the are a great band.
then there were two brokeback cowboys and their "girlfriends." the girls sat behind the guys rubbing their necks and shoulders, and the guys sat next to each other. i assume they were giving each other handjobs, not quite sure. i would be sitting next to my girlfriend, not some dude. strange.
woke up tired today, but it was such a beautiful day. got on the mountain bike and hit the trails. i meant to only ride a short bit, maybe an hour and half, and i ended up riding about three hours, it felt GREAT. saw some tourists who needed some guidance, so i rode with them and showed them some trails, and they were super fun and happy. turns out our trails are a bit difficult, and i'm actually a really strong good rider. they had minor problems on things i didn't even think about. but we all had fun and that is all that matters in cycling. the weather was great, my legs were strong, i flowed like a river, it was just all around joyful and glorious.
so the last few days i'd been in a bit of a funk, then today i went and rode my bike and suddenly life is the greatest ever. hmm....perhaps i just need to keep riding my bike.
bicycles make great things happen. i love my bicycle. and my girlfriend, who got her hair cut super short today, and later tonight i'm gonna go see it. yay.
now i should probably take a shower. and eat something.
saw Rehab last night, i kinda feel bad, it was not a packed house, and the venue is small. very small crowd, and kinda lame crowd, which is no fun for the band. i'm so thankful they came to play though, and they put on a great show. part of the fun was watching the strange crowd, good god there are some characters living in this fucked up little town. one guy, who we called "flannel shirt" had eyes of someone who has murdered and raped children, sunken, sullen, and wild. we were sure while others went out for a smoke break, he went out for a murder break. we pictured him saying things like "i killed a man in reno just to watch him die. then i killed another one, just to hone my craft!" kid couldn't have been more than 25, and his strangely shaped girlfriend who we dubbed "floppy boobies" was dancing all over, and at one point he was sitting there and it looked like he commanded and yelled at her to go and dance on the fucking dance floor! it was odd. he was intense the whole night, although while we were on the floor, he bumped into my about three times, which i didn't mind at all, and he seemed very apologetic, sorry he bumped into me. polite. strange guy. probably very nice.
Rehab is a pretty kick ass band. this is the second time i've seen them live, i don't think i want to see them live again. either that or i want to see them live with a crowd that gets them pumped up enough to give it their all. i think they were bored, and i can understand that. if the crowd doesn't give any energy to the band, they are vampires, and the band is flat. the band needs something to feed off of. i can't blame the band, i blame the crowd on this one. i think they still put on a solid good show, and i still think the are a great band.
then there were two brokeback cowboys and their "girlfriends." the girls sat behind the guys rubbing their necks and shoulders, and the guys sat next to each other. i assume they were giving each other handjobs, not quite sure. i would be sitting next to my girlfriend, not some dude. strange.
woke up tired today, but it was such a beautiful day. got on the mountain bike and hit the trails. i meant to only ride a short bit, maybe an hour and half, and i ended up riding about three hours, it felt GREAT. saw some tourists who needed some guidance, so i rode with them and showed them some trails, and they were super fun and happy. turns out our trails are a bit difficult, and i'm actually a really strong good rider. they had minor problems on things i didn't even think about. but we all had fun and that is all that matters in cycling. the weather was great, my legs were strong, i flowed like a river, it was just all around joyful and glorious.
so the last few days i'd been in a bit of a funk, then today i went and rode my bike and suddenly life is the greatest ever. hmm....perhaps i just need to keep riding my bike.
bicycles make great things happen. i love my bicycle. and my girlfriend, who got her hair cut super short today, and later tonight i'm gonna go see it. yay.
now i should probably take a shower. and eat something.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
old people smell bad
holy crap what kick ass day, you would never believe it.
i had just finished my mayonaise flavored slimfast shake and two diet cigarettes (yes, i am on a health kick) when i got a knock on the door. it was the guy from down the street. i could tell he had just finished working out cause his eyelids, which are more muscular than your average joe's, had a light sheen of sweat and were still ripped and pumped. he needed help.
see, i am like the encyclopedia brown of my neighborhood, people come to me to help them with thier problems like i'm scooby fucking doo, but i can't say no to them, i'm just not that kind of guy.
so this guy needed my help. now, usually when a guy comes to me for help, it's either to help them defend themself against an angry mob armed with pitchforks and torches, or they are being scared off thier land by what appears to be some kind of ghost, or other odd jobs that only i, with my varied and rare talents, am able to handle. one time, this dude asked me if i would be a "present" for his adopted asian twins on thier 21's birthday, which sounded like a sweet gig. turns out they were brothers, so that wasn't really a high moment for me, but a job's a job, heh?
well, this guy needed me to recover some "personal property" of his, and i do honor my clients privacy, so i won't go into details, but let me say this...knowing i am an expert in colonial furniture *AND* a master of the pan flute, it's no surprise he came to me. he dropped the 35 cents in my jar (my going rate) and i was on the case.
no sooner had i stepped outside my secretly fortified clubhouse/home/rented out garage and turned the corner when*WACK* i was run over by what felt like dumptruck on cocaine. after a few dazed seconds that anyone at burning man would have been fond of, i heard a voice...a voice of an angel. "how's your head?" it inquired of me. i looked up and saw a beautiful brunette lass, about my height, with shoulder length hair and cerulean eyes and a cute accent. "well," i said in my coolest voice, " i haven't had any complaints yet...are you free for lunch?"
as she helped me to me feet, she introduced herself as Monica Crumbcake, and it was her kangaroo that ran me over. she was from australia, and said things like "g'day" , "no worries" and "crikey" and kept offering me "vegemite" and asking if i heard the latest midnight oil cd, cause those are sterotypical things an australian might say in a movie by someone who doesn't know crap about australians, and that is how i am going to write this story so don't get all upset with me cause you don't really talk like that (i'm talking to you, australians).
monica explained that it was important we get the kangaroo back because this roo was actually hundreds of years old and is very special. this roo has a microchip implanted in it's tail, and on that chip is a map to a hidden temple where they keep "the book of all knowledge" which is a huge book of the true history of this world and has all the answers to all the secrets of the universe, including what the hell is *really* in an orange julius and where the white goes when the snow melts. the reason that kangaroo has it is every few hundreds of years, the microchip (yes, the microchip is thousands of years old, i mean, it was made by the creator(s) of the universe, if they can make a universe, they can make a damn microchip. duh!) it is transferred to a special animal, always different, who keeps it for a few hundred years, along with one human who has to guard the animal. it exists hidden until mankind can get thier shit together and prove that they can handle the truth about everything.
so we track down the kangaroo and monica was so happy and impressed with me, she invited me up to her apartment and we had crazy sex, right there in front of the kangaroo, which was cool cause i've never done it with a hot looking 300 year old chick from australia while her kangaroo watched.
but anyway, after all that crap happened, i finally got the complete star wars set on dvd, so it turned out to be an awesome day. KICK ASS!
i had just finished my mayonaise flavored slimfast shake and two diet cigarettes (yes, i am on a health kick) when i got a knock on the door. it was the guy from down the street. i could tell he had just finished working out cause his eyelids, which are more muscular than your average joe's, had a light sheen of sweat and were still ripped and pumped. he needed help.
see, i am like the encyclopedia brown of my neighborhood, people come to me to help them with thier problems like i'm scooby fucking doo, but i can't say no to them, i'm just not that kind of guy.
so this guy needed my help. now, usually when a guy comes to me for help, it's either to help them defend themself against an angry mob armed with pitchforks and torches, or they are being scared off thier land by what appears to be some kind of ghost, or other odd jobs that only i, with my varied and rare talents, am able to handle. one time, this dude asked me if i would be a "present" for his adopted asian twins on thier 21's birthday, which sounded like a sweet gig. turns out they were brothers, so that wasn't really a high moment for me, but a job's a job, heh?
well, this guy needed me to recover some "personal property" of his, and i do honor my clients privacy, so i won't go into details, but let me say this...knowing i am an expert in colonial furniture *AND* a master of the pan flute, it's no surprise he came to me. he dropped the 35 cents in my jar (my going rate) and i was on the case.
no sooner had i stepped outside my secretly fortified clubhouse/home/rented out garage and turned the corner when*WACK* i was run over by what felt like dumptruck on cocaine. after a few dazed seconds that anyone at burning man would have been fond of, i heard a voice...a voice of an angel. "how's your head?" it inquired of me. i looked up and saw a beautiful brunette lass, about my height, with shoulder length hair and cerulean eyes and a cute accent. "well," i said in my coolest voice, " i haven't had any complaints yet...are you free for lunch?"
as she helped me to me feet, she introduced herself as Monica Crumbcake, and it was her kangaroo that ran me over. she was from australia, and said things like "g'day" , "no worries" and "crikey" and kept offering me "vegemite" and asking if i heard the latest midnight oil cd, cause those are sterotypical things an australian might say in a movie by someone who doesn't know crap about australians, and that is how i am going to write this story so don't get all upset with me cause you don't really talk like that (i'm talking to you, australians).
monica explained that it was important we get the kangaroo back because this roo was actually hundreds of years old and is very special. this roo has a microchip implanted in it's tail, and on that chip is a map to a hidden temple where they keep "the book of all knowledge" which is a huge book of the true history of this world and has all the answers to all the secrets of the universe, including what the hell is *really* in an orange julius and where the white goes when the snow melts. the reason that kangaroo has it is every few hundreds of years, the microchip (yes, the microchip is thousands of years old, i mean, it was made by the creator(s) of the universe, if they can make a universe, they can make a damn microchip. duh!) it is transferred to a special animal, always different, who keeps it for a few hundred years, along with one human who has to guard the animal. it exists hidden until mankind can get thier shit together and prove that they can handle the truth about everything.
so we track down the kangaroo and monica was so happy and impressed with me, she invited me up to her apartment and we had crazy sex, right there in front of the kangaroo, which was cool cause i've never done it with a hot looking 300 year old chick from australia while her kangaroo watched.
but anyway, after all that crap happened, i finally got the complete star wars set on dvd, so it turned out to be an awesome day. KICK ASS!
Monday, September 17, 2012
i'm not smoking crack tonight. well, just one hit....
it's 2009 hours, monday night, the internet is little more than crack...a total time waster, fucks with your mind, makes you insane and accomplishes nothing. tonight i'm not even turning on my computer or surfing the net, except of course just to write in this blog, and maybe just do a quick cursory check of some sites, perhaps play a quick game or two of online chess....yeah, no internet, just this....yeah...
i have a strange rash on my left armpit. i don't' know what it is, have no idea how i could have gotten it. i hope it's serious, it's probably not. how the hell would i get athletes foot in my armpit? i haven't been using soap or shampoo for the last week and a half, not sure if that has something to do with it....
my hair is fine, my skin isn't bad, and i don't smell....but still...
the hornets who were living in the light fixture outside my front door seem to have moved. i'm glad i didn't kill them.
didn't go to the gym this morning, so after work i made sure i went to the gym. not only did i work out, my friend who is sexy and cool was there, a total surprise because she doesn't work out in the evenings and neither do i, but for some reason we both were working out at the same time. she is sexy and cool, and she likes me and we could be a thing, however, i am madly and deeply and totally in love with my girlfriend, who is sexy and cool and awesome and funny and fun and loves me so i'm not really missing out on anything. it's nice to know an attractive woman who isn't your girlfriend likes you though, so i got that going for me.
the money situation this month sucks monkey balls. got my check with a bonus, which would have been awesome, except i had to pay taxes which was about $50 more than the whole check, plus there have already been car expenses and other extra shit i wasn't really prepared to pay, oh and i still have more bills to pay tomorrow, so this month wasn't awesome for me on the financial side of it all.
so, other than a mystery rash and spending waaaay too much money and it's not even the end of the month and being short fat hairy and weak and stupid, life is pretty great.
i am seriously, after hitting publish on this piece of crap, shutting off the computer and reading and maybe studying chess. i've been slowly getting back into studying chess, going through games, trying to understand the reasons behind the moves, seeing the beauty of the games.
i need to exercise my mind, perhaps a night without internet will help me sleep better and think better and be more creative.
ok, onward to mayhem.
i have a strange rash on my left armpit. i don't' know what it is, have no idea how i could have gotten it. i hope it's serious, it's probably not. how the hell would i get athletes foot in my armpit? i haven't been using soap or shampoo for the last week and a half, not sure if that has something to do with it....
my hair is fine, my skin isn't bad, and i don't smell....but still...
the hornets who were living in the light fixture outside my front door seem to have moved. i'm glad i didn't kill them.
didn't go to the gym this morning, so after work i made sure i went to the gym. not only did i work out, my friend who is sexy and cool was there, a total surprise because she doesn't work out in the evenings and neither do i, but for some reason we both were working out at the same time. she is sexy and cool, and she likes me and we could be a thing, however, i am madly and deeply and totally in love with my girlfriend, who is sexy and cool and awesome and funny and fun and loves me so i'm not really missing out on anything. it's nice to know an attractive woman who isn't your girlfriend likes you though, so i got that going for me.
the money situation this month sucks monkey balls. got my check with a bonus, which would have been awesome, except i had to pay taxes which was about $50 more than the whole check, plus there have already been car expenses and other extra shit i wasn't really prepared to pay, oh and i still have more bills to pay tomorrow, so this month wasn't awesome for me on the financial side of it all.
so, other than a mystery rash and spending waaaay too much money and it's not even the end of the month and being short fat hairy and weak and stupid, life is pretty great.
i am seriously, after hitting publish on this piece of crap, shutting off the computer and reading and maybe studying chess. i've been slowly getting back into studying chess, going through games, trying to understand the reasons behind the moves, seeing the beauty of the games.
i need to exercise my mind, perhaps a night without internet will help me sleep better and think better and be more creative.
ok, onward to mayhem.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
sunday sick of it all
it's sunday evening, had a pretty good day, a great time playing bike polo, overall, things aren't too bad.
that said...i'm about sick of the human race, i feel like an alien on my own planet, humans mostly are stupid and suck. these little people with little lives, rats in a cage hurrying to get nowhere, unhappy maladjusted morons who just want to take out frustrations on others because they don't know how to cope and think that is just what you do.
i'm sorry you are poor, i'm sorry you are stupid, i'm sorry your life isn't what you think it should be. actually, i'm not, and even if i were, it wouldn't make you any nicer or feel better. you are pathetic and think your life should be "better" when the reason you are unhappy is you. not anyone else but you.
you are the reason your life sucks, you are the reason you are unhappy.
fuck you, i hope you die soon and put yourself out of your misery.
we seriously need a cleansing in the whole gene pool, we need a thinning of the herd. people need to know what a truly difficult life is. i think one of the largest problems is most humans don't have anything real to worry about, there aren't predators, there isn't a lack of food (they might be poor and starving, but there is plenty of food around and they see it, it's not like a whole group of people wandering wastelands searching for sustenance). there isn't a survival situation going on, they don't have life or death to worry about, so they think the minor inconvenience or the fact that they don't have all the luxuries others have is a big deal and worthy of being a douchebag.
people need to know what it's like to really truly have to survive, and then they would be happy with what they have, they would be thankful and nicer to others.
the human race has devolved and needs to start over again.
yeah, that is pleasant. now it's time for sleep.
that said...i'm about sick of the human race, i feel like an alien on my own planet, humans mostly are stupid and suck. these little people with little lives, rats in a cage hurrying to get nowhere, unhappy maladjusted morons who just want to take out frustrations on others because they don't know how to cope and think that is just what you do.
i'm sorry you are poor, i'm sorry you are stupid, i'm sorry your life isn't what you think it should be. actually, i'm not, and even if i were, it wouldn't make you any nicer or feel better. you are pathetic and think your life should be "better" when the reason you are unhappy is you. not anyone else but you.
you are the reason your life sucks, you are the reason you are unhappy.
fuck you, i hope you die soon and put yourself out of your misery.
we seriously need a cleansing in the whole gene pool, we need a thinning of the herd. people need to know what a truly difficult life is. i think one of the largest problems is most humans don't have anything real to worry about, there aren't predators, there isn't a lack of food (they might be poor and starving, but there is plenty of food around and they see it, it's not like a whole group of people wandering wastelands searching for sustenance). there isn't a survival situation going on, they don't have life or death to worry about, so they think the minor inconvenience or the fact that they don't have all the luxuries others have is a big deal and worthy of being a douchebag.
people need to know what it's like to really truly have to survive, and then they would be happy with what they have, they would be thankful and nicer to others.
the human race has devolved and needs to start over again.
yeah, that is pleasant. now it's time for sleep.
Friday, September 14, 2012
post 100: my epic adventure
it's 1750 hours, friday evening, listening to the "hunky dory" album by David Bowie, we returned from mountain climbing, this is my 100th post, i'm not quite drunk, i will be by the end of this though, probably.
so...K says "hey, let's go camping." i see her suggestion and raise her with "hey, lets climb a 14er." i decide on an "easy" one, we just have to walk up it. no gear, no ropes, everyone does it. she agrees and it's on.
it begins with quickly and badly packing, and a half assed plan, hastily and sloppily writing directions, and we go. "where will we camp?" she asked. "eh, we'll find something" i assured her. we drive on down to Ouray, i have a vague place in mind, we end up at a KOA. what the fuck??? it costs $32.50 to put up a tent. you gotta be fucking kidding me. oh well, ok, we do have nice facilities, so we set up camp. i have "camping food," ramen and cereal bars, but we say "lets get hot dogs and wine!" so we go to town. get a tasty bottle of red and ask where we can buy groceries. turns out, the one and only grocery store in Ouray closes at 6 pm, but there is a liquor/convenience store just up the street.
we go in, no hot dogs. they have lunch meat and bacon, no hot dogs. call the KOA store and see if they have hot dogs, alas, no, only lunch meat and bacon. WHAT THE FUCK??? we are at the epicenter of the great hot dog drought of 2012. it's like a bad joke, no hotdogs, only lunch meat and bacon .
we drive to Ridgeway, the next town over, stop in a convenience store, lunch meat and bacon, no hot dogs. go to the family dollar, same story. this is now a mission. Norwegians will compose great epic saga poems about our quest to find hot dogs and years from now, these saga poems will be passed on orally and through song.
we finally find a grocery store and get hot dogs and a can of chili.
back at camp we make and eat chili dogs and wash them down with wine. we are ready to tackle a 14,000 foot mountain.
next day we wake up, drive to where our mountain climbing base is, and embark. but first, we each make a stop in the most vile outhouse ever. this is seriously a portal to hell itself. sitting there my eyes were watering and burning, and i almost vomited twice. i had to fight to not vomit. it was absolutely horrible.
we start walking, and come to a little lake, which i vaguely remember. looks like the trail goes to the left, so we climb, and it's rocky and arduous and there is barely a trace of trail. i explain it's like this all the way to the top, from what i remember quickly reading the directions of the climb. we climb for about 15 minutes and stop to rest, look around, and see what looks like a trail on the mountain across from us. yup, we are on the wrong mountain.
we climb down, walk all the way over the other mountain, and start to climb. it gets rocky and arduous but there are people coming down the mountain and going up, so yeah, we are on the right mountain. we make it most of the way up, scrabbling, clutching to the side of the mountain. without trekking poles, we can't really get up the scree, we go up the boulders and boulder our way up, but we are tired, and it turns out, we don't much like heights, and it gets super steep. there will be crying and cursing soon, especially if i suggest we push on further. tired and slightly hypoxic, we both decide it's best to just say fuck it and go back down to our car and finish the bottle of wine.
we do that. at the car, we are sunburnt, tired, but happy and laughing. we both had a kick ass time every moment of the trip. it was awesome and we laughed and joked and got some kick ass pictures. it was beautiful, the weather was spectacular, the views were spectacular, we will probably try it again next year, with trekking poles.
it's nice to be home. my legs are tired, i have to work tomorrow, i had a great few days off. life is good.
now i shall proceed to get drunk. tomorrow i again begin the "weight loss get healthy and fit" routine.
so...K says "hey, let's go camping." i see her suggestion and raise her with "hey, lets climb a 14er." i decide on an "easy" one, we just have to walk up it. no gear, no ropes, everyone does it. she agrees and it's on.
it begins with quickly and badly packing, and a half assed plan, hastily and sloppily writing directions, and we go. "where will we camp?" she asked. "eh, we'll find something" i assured her. we drive on down to Ouray, i have a vague place in mind, we end up at a KOA. what the fuck??? it costs $32.50 to put up a tent. you gotta be fucking kidding me. oh well, ok, we do have nice facilities, so we set up camp. i have "camping food," ramen and cereal bars, but we say "lets get hot dogs and wine!" so we go to town. get a tasty bottle of red and ask where we can buy groceries. turns out, the one and only grocery store in Ouray closes at 6 pm, but there is a liquor/convenience store just up the street.
we go in, no hot dogs. they have lunch meat and bacon, no hot dogs. call the KOA store and see if they have hot dogs, alas, no, only lunch meat and bacon. WHAT THE FUCK??? we are at the epicenter of the great hot dog drought of 2012. it's like a bad joke, no hotdogs, only lunch meat and bacon .
we drive to Ridgeway, the next town over, stop in a convenience store, lunch meat and bacon, no hot dogs. go to the family dollar, same story. this is now a mission. Norwegians will compose great epic saga poems about our quest to find hot dogs and years from now, these saga poems will be passed on orally and through song.
we finally find a grocery store and get hot dogs and a can of chili.
back at camp we make and eat chili dogs and wash them down with wine. we are ready to tackle a 14,000 foot mountain.
next day we wake up, drive to where our mountain climbing base is, and embark. but first, we each make a stop in the most vile outhouse ever. this is seriously a portal to hell itself. sitting there my eyes were watering and burning, and i almost vomited twice. i had to fight to not vomit. it was absolutely horrible.
we start walking, and come to a little lake, which i vaguely remember. looks like the trail goes to the left, so we climb, and it's rocky and arduous and there is barely a trace of trail. i explain it's like this all the way to the top, from what i remember quickly reading the directions of the climb. we climb for about 15 minutes and stop to rest, look around, and see what looks like a trail on the mountain across from us. yup, we are on the wrong mountain.
we climb down, walk all the way over the other mountain, and start to climb. it gets rocky and arduous but there are people coming down the mountain and going up, so yeah, we are on the right mountain. we make it most of the way up, scrabbling, clutching to the side of the mountain. without trekking poles, we can't really get up the scree, we go up the boulders and boulder our way up, but we are tired, and it turns out, we don't much like heights, and it gets super steep. there will be crying and cursing soon, especially if i suggest we push on further. tired and slightly hypoxic, we both decide it's best to just say fuck it and go back down to our car and finish the bottle of wine.
we do that. at the car, we are sunburnt, tired, but happy and laughing. we both had a kick ass time every moment of the trip. it was awesome and we laughed and joked and got some kick ass pictures. it was beautiful, the weather was spectacular, the views were spectacular, we will probably try it again next year, with trekking poles.
it's nice to be home. my legs are tired, i have to work tomorrow, i had a great few days off. life is good.
now i shall proceed to get drunk. tomorrow i again begin the "weight loss get healthy and fit" routine.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
woden's day morning
old jewish men make the worst ninjas. it's dark and quiet and all you hear is "oohmph, ugh, oy, grnnh." seriously, they suck at it.
it's 1110 in the afternoon, wednesday, didn't write last night, don't care.
had a decent day at work, came home to tasty pork tenderloin with awesome tomatillo salsa and fresh baked brioche. it wasn't a real true brioche, which requires about 2 pounds of butter, it was a bit more cakey, not as flaky, but still pretty damn delicious.
today we are supposed to go camping and walk up a 14er. Zero amount has been planned and prepared, so it should be a mighty fun adventure. we are gonna do some errands, quickly land half assedly pack, drive and start. i figure tonight we drive and make camp, tomorrow we wake up and try to walk up a mountain, and then, we play it by ear. yeah, this should go pretty well.
i have the next three days off, so that is pretty sweet. this is gonna be a busy month, and a somewhat expensive month. i just want to save money to make house improvements, but it seems each month any money i could save has to go to car repairs, taxes, or some other unforeseen expense. i am seriously thinking of getting a temporary second job just to make the extra cash to do what i want with the house. i wanna turn this chicken coop into a real no shit nice comfy home.
ok, time to get out there and make things happen. it's gonna be a fun filled exciting three days.
onward to mayhem!
it's 1110 in the afternoon, wednesday, didn't write last night, don't care.
had a decent day at work, came home to tasty pork tenderloin with awesome tomatillo salsa and fresh baked brioche. it wasn't a real true brioche, which requires about 2 pounds of butter, it was a bit more cakey, not as flaky, but still pretty damn delicious.
today we are supposed to go camping and walk up a 14er. Zero amount has been planned and prepared, so it should be a mighty fun adventure. we are gonna do some errands, quickly land half assedly pack, drive and start. i figure tonight we drive and make camp, tomorrow we wake up and try to walk up a mountain, and then, we play it by ear. yeah, this should go pretty well.
i have the next three days off, so that is pretty sweet. this is gonna be a busy month, and a somewhat expensive month. i just want to save money to make house improvements, but it seems each month any money i could save has to go to car repairs, taxes, or some other unforeseen expense. i am seriously thinking of getting a temporary second job just to make the extra cash to do what i want with the house. i wanna turn this chicken coop into a real no shit nice comfy home.
ok, time to get out there and make things happen. it's gonna be a fun filled exciting three days.
onward to mayhem!
Monday, September 10, 2012
tired but better
monday night, 2103 hours pm in the evening, today wasn't too bad at all.
it was busy. a bunch of folks from new york came, they were very very nice and cool, and also very very high maintenance. after them it was non-stop all day. we did get a free pear pie today, which i ate a bunch of. no wonder i'm so fat.
didn't go to the gym today, i suck. i was sooo tired, just worn the fuck out. i may or may not go tomorrow. then wednesday we are going to go camping, and walk up a 14er. i'm sort of looking forward to that, we should have a pretty good time.
not really much to say, not too much going on in my mind, my mind is sort of quiet. haven't had too much stimulus to come up with anything.
another short bit of writing, but at least this time i'm in a much much much better mood.
i am still not using soap or shampoo in the shower, just water. so i have that experiment going. so far i'm not too disgusting. i shall do this until the last day of the month to see how it plays out.
now i snooze.
it was busy. a bunch of folks from new york came, they were very very nice and cool, and also very very high maintenance. after them it was non-stop all day. we did get a free pear pie today, which i ate a bunch of. no wonder i'm so fat.
didn't go to the gym today, i suck. i was sooo tired, just worn the fuck out. i may or may not go tomorrow. then wednesday we are going to go camping, and walk up a 14er. i'm sort of looking forward to that, we should have a pretty good time.
not really much to say, not too much going on in my mind, my mind is sort of quiet. haven't had too much stimulus to come up with anything.
another short bit of writing, but at least this time i'm in a much much much better mood.
i am still not using soap or shampoo in the shower, just water. so i have that experiment going. so far i'm not too disgusting. i shall do this until the last day of the month to see how it plays out.
now i snooze.
Saturday, September 08, 2012
i want the words"Leviticus 19:28" tattooed on my arm
it's saturday, 2130 hours, had a pretty sweet day.
yesterday we went for an after work ride, weather was spectacular, i love love love my bike. i climbed up some stuff i hadn't cleaned before, must have been all that road riding that made my legs strong, and coming down the mountain i felt flowy and smooth, like a river, and fast, and i felt like i was in my own kick ass video. it was a pretty sweet ass ride.
i also cooked a buch, made some tomato bisque with fresh tomatoes from some farmers garden that Drew gave me, also made chocolate chip bacon cookies, which pretty much kicked ass. regular chocolate chip recipe that you find on the back of a pack of bittersweet chocolate chips, but instead of two sticks of butter, one stick of butter and one half cup of bacon grease. of course we had to fry up a bunch of bacon to get the grease, so there was also a bunch of bacon, which goes great on buttered bread as well as just eating it. mmmmm, bacon. i don't care how trite or cliche it is, bacon is fucking awesome and tasty and one of the best things ever. another great reason to get kicked out of the garden of eden. there was no bacon tree, how could it have been paradise?
so, that was yesterday.....today i went to work, it was slow, there were a bunch of crazy weird people in, but also some decent and fun customers. overall a pretty good day. i ate waaaaay too much meat, honestly. i need to go a day or two eating nothing but vegetables. seriously.
came home from work and there was dinner waiting for me, that pretty much rocked. i'm a lucky guy.
i have been dabbling in the realm of discount cheese. i can't always tell if the cheese is supposed to taste like that, or if it's bad and that is why it's discounted. either way, it's an adventure, and a glass of wine helps immensely.
as for my no drinking month....oh well. last night i had a shot or two of vodka, and tonight i had a glass of red. the thing is, i'm not taking in a huge bunch of alcohol calories, and i don't' think i'm putting too much strain on my system. i know i should drink nothing but water to help lose weight and fix myself, but having one glass of wine is better than having one bottle of wine. so i got that going for me.
my new crazy thing i'm doing is....for the rest of the month, i am not using any soap or shampoo in the shower. only water. i am only washing myself with water. apparently our bodies will regulate themselves and soap and shampoo just fuck up the regulation, they are apparently completely unnecessary, and do more harm than good. i've heard it from some people, and read it on some blogs. well, the only way to verify is to try it myself, and i have nothing better to do with my time, so....
the cool thing is...if it really works, not only will i save a bunch of cash by not having to buy soap and shampoo, but also it's a cool conspiracy that i can actually get behind. and i love a good conspiracy. it will also be pretty neat if my skin feels better and my hair looks and feels better. supposedly it is healthier to not use soap or shampoo, and i can see that. even "all natural organic" soap and shampoo are extra chemicals that aren't natural to our body. i will write more on this as i progress.
if i prove something, if i prove shampoo and soap are not unnecessary and are just a way to keep us needing more and more skin and hair products, if i prove it's a conspiracy by the chemical companies, is it still a conspiracy? i'll have to check on that.
right now i think i shall retire to the boudoir and read a bit and then fall asleep. i'm tired. my legs are a bit sore as well, i think they need a rest. tomorrow is bike polo, so that should be a good time.
now i snooze.
yesterday we went for an after work ride, weather was spectacular, i love love love my bike. i climbed up some stuff i hadn't cleaned before, must have been all that road riding that made my legs strong, and coming down the mountain i felt flowy and smooth, like a river, and fast, and i felt like i was in my own kick ass video. it was a pretty sweet ass ride.
i also cooked a buch, made some tomato bisque with fresh tomatoes from some farmers garden that Drew gave me, also made chocolate chip bacon cookies, which pretty much kicked ass. regular chocolate chip recipe that you find on the back of a pack of bittersweet chocolate chips, but instead of two sticks of butter, one stick of butter and one half cup of bacon grease. of course we had to fry up a bunch of bacon to get the grease, so there was also a bunch of bacon, which goes great on buttered bread as well as just eating it. mmmmm, bacon. i don't care how trite or cliche it is, bacon is fucking awesome and tasty and one of the best things ever. another great reason to get kicked out of the garden of eden. there was no bacon tree, how could it have been paradise?
so, that was yesterday.....today i went to work, it was slow, there were a bunch of crazy weird people in, but also some decent and fun customers. overall a pretty good day. i ate waaaaay too much meat, honestly. i need to go a day or two eating nothing but vegetables. seriously.
came home from work and there was dinner waiting for me, that pretty much rocked. i'm a lucky guy.
i have been dabbling in the realm of discount cheese. i can't always tell if the cheese is supposed to taste like that, or if it's bad and that is why it's discounted. either way, it's an adventure, and a glass of wine helps immensely.
as for my no drinking month....oh well. last night i had a shot or two of vodka, and tonight i had a glass of red. the thing is, i'm not taking in a huge bunch of alcohol calories, and i don't' think i'm putting too much strain on my system. i know i should drink nothing but water to help lose weight and fix myself, but having one glass of wine is better than having one bottle of wine. so i got that going for me.
my new crazy thing i'm doing is....for the rest of the month, i am not using any soap or shampoo in the shower. only water. i am only washing myself with water. apparently our bodies will regulate themselves and soap and shampoo just fuck up the regulation, they are apparently completely unnecessary, and do more harm than good. i've heard it from some people, and read it on some blogs. well, the only way to verify is to try it myself, and i have nothing better to do with my time, so....
the cool thing is...if it really works, not only will i save a bunch of cash by not having to buy soap and shampoo, but also it's a cool conspiracy that i can actually get behind. and i love a good conspiracy. it will also be pretty neat if my skin feels better and my hair looks and feels better. supposedly it is healthier to not use soap or shampoo, and i can see that. even "all natural organic" soap and shampoo are extra chemicals that aren't natural to our body. i will write more on this as i progress.
if i prove something, if i prove shampoo and soap are not unnecessary and are just a way to keep us needing more and more skin and hair products, if i prove it's a conspiracy by the chemical companies, is it still a conspiracy? i'll have to check on that.
right now i think i shall retire to the boudoir and read a bit and then fall asleep. i'm tired. my legs are a bit sore as well, i think they need a rest. tomorrow is bike polo, so that should be a good time.
now i snooze.
Monday, September 03, 2012
movie review: premium rush
holy crap i'm tired. been up since 5:30 this morning to go to the gym, only to find out the gym is closed for labor day. fuck me. i am hoping to go tomorrow morning and throw weights around like i planned on doing today.
went to work, it was slow but we had a pretty kick ass time.
then this evening i went and saw premium rush, starring seven time Grammy award winner and human Muppet Joe Gordon Levitt, and co-starring a fixed gear bike.
i ride a fixed gear bike, no brakes and all that. i love it. it's fun, and i think it makes me a better cyclist. it definitely makes me stronger, no coasting, my legs have to constantly peddle, and so when i'm on my other bikes and my legs are tired, they are used to peddling and they keep on moving. riding a fixed gear isn't for everyone, but it's a hell of a lot of fun and it's different, you are way more aware of what is going on and what your bike is doing.
so, the movie is about a bike messenger who has to deliver an important letter for a chinese chick.
speaking of chinese chicks.....i think asian women are really pretty, and i wonder if, in asia, guys hanging out drinking and talking boast to their friends "dude, my girlfriend is asian, she is soooo hot! and she makes me asian food, it's so delicious and authentic!" i love asian food. in china do they call it chinese food, or just food?
i love Chinese food, especially fried rice, which is super easy to make and awesome. left over rice from the fridge works best. you just chop up some onioins, garlic, and and ginger, maybe a carrot if you have one, and fry it in a wok or pan with super high heat and a good bit of vegetable oil. then add rice and fry it up, then add a tablespoon of sugar and two table spoons of shao shing wine (get it at any asian grocery, or use sherry) and cook for 30 seconds, then add oyster sauce and mix it all up and BAM, you are done. add some soy sauce if you want, but not too much or it gets too salty. of course you can add mushrooms or diced meat or fish or whatever, as well as peas or broccoli etc. it's really free form and is fun.
if you think about it, it's amazing how much china has permeated american culture. there is the obvious, such as kung fu and kung fu movies, Bruce Lee, chinese food, feng shui, it's hip to be buddhist, it's super hip to want to free tibet from china by listening to the Beastie Boys and going to concerts and buying t shirts and bumper stickers, people have chinese symbols tattooed on them, and there is a slew of dumb ass "Confucius says" jokes (confucius say "man who constipated does not give a crap!" ). there is a lot more Chinese influence in the states i'm sure, all thanks to the chinese.
one thing i don't get is...where the hell do the chinese people come from? if adam and eve were the first people, and everyone came from them...how did we get chinese people? unless one of them were chinese....
thinking about it though, it's a good thing adam an eve fucked up and got kicked out of the garden of eden. ok, it was supposed to be paradise, but they didn't have snowboarding, they didn't have chinese food, they didn't have soooo many awesome wonderful things we take for granted every day. doesn't really sound like paradise to me. if they were in paradise, all blissed out, they wouldn't need to come up with things to entertain themselves and distract them from crappy boring lives, no need to escape, so no booze, no music, no artistic expression.
think about it....all really really great art; poetry, music, painting, all come from pain and a need to express inner angst and turmoil. they wouldn't have needed any of that in the garden of eden. so, no stories, no jokes, no books, no movies.
oh, yeah, so, the movie. it sucked.
i'm tired and going to sleep. three days, no alcohol. i'm killing it!
went to work, it was slow but we had a pretty kick ass time.
then this evening i went and saw premium rush, starring seven time Grammy award winner and human Muppet Joe Gordon Levitt, and co-starring a fixed gear bike.
i ride a fixed gear bike, no brakes and all that. i love it. it's fun, and i think it makes me a better cyclist. it definitely makes me stronger, no coasting, my legs have to constantly peddle, and so when i'm on my other bikes and my legs are tired, they are used to peddling and they keep on moving. riding a fixed gear isn't for everyone, but it's a hell of a lot of fun and it's different, you are way more aware of what is going on and what your bike is doing.
so, the movie is about a bike messenger who has to deliver an important letter for a chinese chick.
speaking of chinese chicks.....i think asian women are really pretty, and i wonder if, in asia, guys hanging out drinking and talking boast to their friends "dude, my girlfriend is asian, she is soooo hot! and she makes me asian food, it's so delicious and authentic!" i love asian food. in china do they call it chinese food, or just food?
i love Chinese food, especially fried rice, which is super easy to make and awesome. left over rice from the fridge works best. you just chop up some onioins, garlic, and and ginger, maybe a carrot if you have one, and fry it in a wok or pan with super high heat and a good bit of vegetable oil. then add rice and fry it up, then add a tablespoon of sugar and two table spoons of shao shing wine (get it at any asian grocery, or use sherry) and cook for 30 seconds, then add oyster sauce and mix it all up and BAM, you are done. add some soy sauce if you want, but not too much or it gets too salty. of course you can add mushrooms or diced meat or fish or whatever, as well as peas or broccoli etc. it's really free form and is fun.
if you think about it, it's amazing how much china has permeated american culture. there is the obvious, such as kung fu and kung fu movies, Bruce Lee, chinese food, feng shui, it's hip to be buddhist, it's super hip to want to free tibet from china by listening to the Beastie Boys and going to concerts and buying t shirts and bumper stickers, people have chinese symbols tattooed on them, and there is a slew of dumb ass "Confucius says" jokes (confucius say "man who constipated does not give a crap!" ). there is a lot more Chinese influence in the states i'm sure, all thanks to the chinese.
one thing i don't get is...where the hell do the chinese people come from? if adam and eve were the first people, and everyone came from them...how did we get chinese people? unless one of them were chinese....
thinking about it though, it's a good thing adam an eve fucked up and got kicked out of the garden of eden. ok, it was supposed to be paradise, but they didn't have snowboarding, they didn't have chinese food, they didn't have soooo many awesome wonderful things we take for granted every day. doesn't really sound like paradise to me. if they were in paradise, all blissed out, they wouldn't need to come up with things to entertain themselves and distract them from crappy boring lives, no need to escape, so no booze, no music, no artistic expression.
think about it....all really really great art; poetry, music, painting, all come from pain and a need to express inner angst and turmoil. they wouldn't have needed any of that in the garden of eden. so, no stories, no jokes, no books, no movies.
oh, yeah, so, the movie. it sucked.
i'm tired and going to sleep. three days, no alcohol. i'm killing it!
Sunday, September 02, 2012
day 2
sunday sunday sunday! it's 2130 hours, the house is silent, save the annoying crickets chirping up a fucking storm (so i guess the house isn't silent at all really. pretty stupid to say it is EXCEPT for that it isn't)
anyway, had a great day. busy day at work, followed by great night of bike polo. had a good turnout, some people we've never seen before showed up to spectate, and stayed for the whole game. it was one of the best games we've played.
afterwards, burgers and beer at the shop, with laughter and jokes and good times. spinning spokes and telling jokes with good folks. i had burgers, but only seltzer water. i have gone two days with no alcohol to my lips (ok, so drew brought in a special IPA and i had a tiny sip just to taste it, it was seriously about one tablespoon full ,so no, that doesn't count. i'm not trying to stay sober or detox or any of that crap, i just don't want to drink any soda or beers or wine or calories, trying to only drink water and black coffee this month)
had a great day and now i'm tired. gotta get up early tomorrow and hit the gym and pump big irony. seriously, i want to lift huge tomorrow. or, at least, huge for me right now.
i need to not eat potato chips and oreos and other shit. it's literally shit i'm eating, not food but shit. i need to fix my diet.
not even 10 pm and i'm tired. i'm an old man. what the fuck is wrong with me. ok, yeah, i didn't sleep that great last night, up a bunch, and i was up early and i did work all damn day and play bike polo afterward, but still....
told the penguin joke at the shop. i love that joke. it's surprising and funny and gets everyone. perhaps i shall tell it more.
think i shall lay down and read until i fall asleep. hope i sleep decently tonight. hope i don't flake out on the gym tomorrow.
onward to mayhem!
anyway, had a great day. busy day at work, followed by great night of bike polo. had a good turnout, some people we've never seen before showed up to spectate, and stayed for the whole game. it was one of the best games we've played.
afterwards, burgers and beer at the shop, with laughter and jokes and good times. spinning spokes and telling jokes with good folks. i had burgers, but only seltzer water. i have gone two days with no alcohol to my lips (ok, so drew brought in a special IPA and i had a tiny sip just to taste it, it was seriously about one tablespoon full ,so no, that doesn't count. i'm not trying to stay sober or detox or any of that crap, i just don't want to drink any soda or beers or wine or calories, trying to only drink water and black coffee this month)
had a great day and now i'm tired. gotta get up early tomorrow and hit the gym and pump big irony. seriously, i want to lift huge tomorrow. or, at least, huge for me right now.
i need to not eat potato chips and oreos and other shit. it's literally shit i'm eating, not food but shit. i need to fix my diet.
not even 10 pm and i'm tired. i'm an old man. what the fuck is wrong with me. ok, yeah, i didn't sleep that great last night, up a bunch, and i was up early and i did work all damn day and play bike polo afterward, but still....
told the penguin joke at the shop. i love that joke. it's surprising and funny and gets everyone. perhaps i shall tell it more.
think i shall lay down and read until i fall asleep. hope i sleep decently tonight. hope i don't flake out on the gym tomorrow.
onward to mayhem!
Saturday, September 01, 2012
one day down, 29 to go
saturday, september the first, it's 1948 hours pm in the evening, the wind outside is blowing like a big bad wolf outside a pig's house, i'm completely sober, my shoes are full of feet.
i pooped. it was the shit!
but i digress.....
had a great day at work, it was just a good vibe all day. after work stopped by the pizza joint and saw friends and listened to music. saw M and she came over to talk to me. it was nice, a bit odd, i don't know, i honestly don't know what she is thinking or whatever. i would like to know, i doubt she would tell me. i can't help still having some kind of feelings for her, which is ridiculous on soooooo many levels. but still, i can't stop the body from feeling.
so today is the first day of no drinking month. luckily it isn't no ice cream or candy or crap food month. i need to cut that shit out as well, it's all poison, but one poison at a time. it'd hard to not drink when everyone is "hey, can i get you a beer?" and your customers tip you in beer and everyone expects you to drink. not impossible, not really that hard, but hard enough, at least at first blush.
i felt less tired today, i will go to sleep at a reasonable hour, hopefully sleep decently, have a good day tomorrow, and monday morning i walk into the gym ready to lift heavy things and be a fucking animal. i'm already excited about it and thinking about it.
i was gonna ride tonight but holy fucking shit it was windy. crazy stupid windy. the ride will wait.
there is a new online thingy that they want me to write for, not sure i want to. yeah, i want to, not sure i can write on command though. i write fine when no one is looking and no one expects me to write anything, but expectations and deadlines destroy me. i was thinking of doing a book review, or a movie review. it would be funny, the whole thing wouldn't be about the book or movie, just some random rant tying various things together and at the end say "oh, the book...it was good." i've done it before, i like that. i could do it again, i just have to sit down and do it, and when people want me to, i can't. i freeze. i have the stage fright, but it's more the "fuck you, i'm not gonna dance to your tune." whatever it is, it doesn't help.
feels good to write, it feels like it's coming back, slowly, but coming back. maybe by the end of the month i shall be back to me again? doubt it. we shall see.
now, off to surf porn, read, maybe watch netflix, and sleep. not necessarily in that order.
i pooped. it was the shit!
but i digress.....
had a great day at work, it was just a good vibe all day. after work stopped by the pizza joint and saw friends and listened to music. saw M and she came over to talk to me. it was nice, a bit odd, i don't know, i honestly don't know what she is thinking or whatever. i would like to know, i doubt she would tell me. i can't help still having some kind of feelings for her, which is ridiculous on soooooo many levels. but still, i can't stop the body from feeling.
so today is the first day of no drinking month. luckily it isn't no ice cream or candy or crap food month. i need to cut that shit out as well, it's all poison, but one poison at a time. it'd hard to not drink when everyone is "hey, can i get you a beer?" and your customers tip you in beer and everyone expects you to drink. not impossible, not really that hard, but hard enough, at least at first blush.
i felt less tired today, i will go to sleep at a reasonable hour, hopefully sleep decently, have a good day tomorrow, and monday morning i walk into the gym ready to lift heavy things and be a fucking animal. i'm already excited about it and thinking about it.
i was gonna ride tonight but holy fucking shit it was windy. crazy stupid windy. the ride will wait.
there is a new online thingy that they want me to write for, not sure i want to. yeah, i want to, not sure i can write on command though. i write fine when no one is looking and no one expects me to write anything, but expectations and deadlines destroy me. i was thinking of doing a book review, or a movie review. it would be funny, the whole thing wouldn't be about the book or movie, just some random rant tying various things together and at the end say "oh, the book...it was good." i've done it before, i like that. i could do it again, i just have to sit down and do it, and when people want me to, i can't. i freeze. i have the stage fright, but it's more the "fuck you, i'm not gonna dance to your tune." whatever it is, it doesn't help.
feels good to write, it feels like it's coming back, slowly, but coming back. maybe by the end of the month i shall be back to me again? doubt it. we shall see.
now, off to surf porn, read, maybe watch netflix, and sleep. not necessarily in that order.
Friday, August 31, 2012
do commandos go "civilian"?
its 1818 hours evening in the pm, i'm listening to the black keys.
do commandos wear underwear? if they do, do they call it "going civilian?"
friday, today, is my sunday. tomorrow i work, i am back on saturdays, four days a week, i am kinda happy about that. it keeps me busy, adds some cash to the bank account, and i like the saturday crew. i look forward to it.
had a great ride yesterday, and last evening went on the junk ride, a fun amble through town. afterwards, we went to a snazzy joint for tapas and i chatted up the guy next to me, he was from out of town. guy ended up buying our dinner. he didn't have to, we were super appreciative and taken aback. it was cool, very very cool.
lately i've been feeling tired, quite understandable, been riding and working out and such. woke up this morning, i didn't go to the gym. i'm good with that. at first i felt guilty, i feel kinda like a pussy, but i don't want to get overtired, then get sick, then be out for much longer than i want to be. so i didn't go to the gym. there is that. monday i intend on going back with a vengeance and lifting harder. i wonder if my extra day off will allow me to get stronger?
there was green chilies on sale, so i got them and roasted them up and made a tasty green chili corn chowder. it's super tasty, and will make a great lunch tomorrow.
i need to quit fucking around on the internet and sit down and read dammit. i have books i want to finish, and i don't like not reading as much as i used to.
blah, i'm rambling, my thoughts are all over. i mowed the lawn today, which i despise. i dont' mow my lawn for me, i could give a damn, i do it because others have a different sense of aesthetic than i do. if they are so concerned with how my lawn looks, why the fuck don't they mow it? that is what is so shitty about it. i'm doing extra work i don't want to do because people i don't even know make me. fuck mowing lawns, seriously.
i am really rambling now. i need to stop, shut off the computer, and read a book.
tomorrow i work. yay. i am looking forward to next month. i plan on using next month to better myself. i plan on not drinking any alcohol and overall losing five pounds for the month of september. i also plan on writing here every day. we shall see how that all goes.
onward to mayhem!
do commandos wear underwear? if they do, do they call it "going civilian?"
friday, today, is my sunday. tomorrow i work, i am back on saturdays, four days a week, i am kinda happy about that. it keeps me busy, adds some cash to the bank account, and i like the saturday crew. i look forward to it.
had a great ride yesterday, and last evening went on the junk ride, a fun amble through town. afterwards, we went to a snazzy joint for tapas and i chatted up the guy next to me, he was from out of town. guy ended up buying our dinner. he didn't have to, we were super appreciative and taken aback. it was cool, very very cool.
lately i've been feeling tired, quite understandable, been riding and working out and such. woke up this morning, i didn't go to the gym. i'm good with that. at first i felt guilty, i feel kinda like a pussy, but i don't want to get overtired, then get sick, then be out for much longer than i want to be. so i didn't go to the gym. there is that. monday i intend on going back with a vengeance and lifting harder. i wonder if my extra day off will allow me to get stronger?
there was green chilies on sale, so i got them and roasted them up and made a tasty green chili corn chowder. it's super tasty, and will make a great lunch tomorrow.
i need to quit fucking around on the internet and sit down and read dammit. i have books i want to finish, and i don't like not reading as much as i used to.
blah, i'm rambling, my thoughts are all over. i mowed the lawn today, which i despise. i dont' mow my lawn for me, i could give a damn, i do it because others have a different sense of aesthetic than i do. if they are so concerned with how my lawn looks, why the fuck don't they mow it? that is what is so shitty about it. i'm doing extra work i don't want to do because people i don't even know make me. fuck mowing lawns, seriously.
i am really rambling now. i need to stop, shut off the computer, and read a book.
tomorrow i work. yay. i am looking forward to next month. i plan on using next month to better myself. i plan on not drinking any alcohol and overall losing five pounds for the month of september. i also plan on writing here every day. we shall see how that all goes.
onward to mayhem!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
hot monday
it's 1800 hours pm in the evening, it's like...7000 degrees out, i'm sweating like an overweight eastern european on a bangkok sex tour. today was super fucking hot.
yesterday sort of sucked a bit, work wasn't too bad, but overall i just felt beaten down. came home exhausted, went to bed, slept amazing, so i got that going for me.
woke up today and went to the gym, lifted more weight than last time. each time i go, i try to increase weight, even if only a little bit. i used to think i should do a set number of sets at the same weight, then move up each week. fuck that. each time i go to the gym, i am increasing weight, even if only for one set. and i like it. i like my new routine, i pared away the extra crap (for now) and i'm just doing basic big moves with heavy weight. eventually, when i feel like it, i will start to do other exercises and spend an hour or two indoors lifting weights because yeah, that is what i want to do with my life.
didn't ride today though, it was windy and about 800 degrees out. tomorrow me and george are gonna ride, we are going out at about 1030 because he has kid stuff he has to do, so it should be uncomfortably hot. if i start hydrating now, i should only be slightly dehydrated tomorrow and only suffer just a little.
tonight i am making citrus marinated salmon with a watercress coulis, and caponata. no they don't really go together, but i don't much give a fuck. chef thomas keller isn't going to come to my house and get all upset because i made caponata to eat along side his salmon, so i aint sweating it too much.
nothing really going on at the moment, and that isn't too bad. i sort of like it.
ok, time to blanch some watercress and get on with dinner. life aint too shabby right now.
yesterday sort of sucked a bit, work wasn't too bad, but overall i just felt beaten down. came home exhausted, went to bed, slept amazing, so i got that going for me.
woke up today and went to the gym, lifted more weight than last time. each time i go, i try to increase weight, even if only a little bit. i used to think i should do a set number of sets at the same weight, then move up each week. fuck that. each time i go to the gym, i am increasing weight, even if only for one set. and i like it. i like my new routine, i pared away the extra crap (for now) and i'm just doing basic big moves with heavy weight. eventually, when i feel like it, i will start to do other exercises and spend an hour or two indoors lifting weights because yeah, that is what i want to do with my life.
didn't ride today though, it was windy and about 800 degrees out. tomorrow me and george are gonna ride, we are going out at about 1030 because he has kid stuff he has to do, so it should be uncomfortably hot. if i start hydrating now, i should only be slightly dehydrated tomorrow and only suffer just a little.
tonight i am making citrus marinated salmon with a watercress coulis, and caponata. no they don't really go together, but i don't much give a fuck. chef thomas keller isn't going to come to my house and get all upset because i made caponata to eat along side his salmon, so i aint sweating it too much.
nothing really going on at the moment, and that isn't too bad. i sort of like it.
ok, time to blanch some watercress and get on with dinner. life aint too shabby right now.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
art is anal
sunday night, 1908 hours pm in the evening, home from work. i'm still tired, still drained from yesterday, probably still dehydrated. i think i got sunstroke or heat exhaustion. whatever. had a slow day today, but a good one. i am so tired i skipped out on bike polo tonight. plus it's waaaay too hot right now, which is also draining.
artisanal isn't a real actual word, it's artisan. artisan bread, artisan cheese, etc. people say artisanal though, all the time. i see that word as "art is anal". i want to go into a shop and ask for "art is anal bread," or "art is anal cheese". this would entertain me.
so, yesterday, a friend was leaving town to go live in another town not too far away, and we were gonna have a small going away party for her at the shop. as tired as i was yesterday after the long ride, i managed to drag my ass into a shower and ride down to the shop for the party.
got there, there was a heavy blanket of ickiness hanging over everyone, the vibe was gray and muddy and heavy. one of the guys, who is a strong cat, great fella, but kind of a high maintenance prima donna felt snubbed, wrongly so, one too many times, and sort of quit. this of course brought everyone down. the funny thing is...he is so self centered, and everything is always about him, he screams for attention all the time, and it totally was appropriate that he would make a scene and make everyone turn attention to him when it was our friend's going away party. he managed to ruin it and put a kabosh on it. he will be missed, but not as much as he might think.
ok, time for dinner, i think it will be curry chicken of some sort. then i shall snooze the snooze of the dead, i hope. tomorrow i get up early and go to the gym.
artisanal isn't a real actual word, it's artisan. artisan bread, artisan cheese, etc. people say artisanal though, all the time. i see that word as "art is anal". i want to go into a shop and ask for "art is anal bread," or "art is anal cheese". this would entertain me.
so, yesterday, a friend was leaving town to go live in another town not too far away, and we were gonna have a small going away party for her at the shop. as tired as i was yesterday after the long ride, i managed to drag my ass into a shower and ride down to the shop for the party.
got there, there was a heavy blanket of ickiness hanging over everyone, the vibe was gray and muddy and heavy. one of the guys, who is a strong cat, great fella, but kind of a high maintenance prima donna felt snubbed, wrongly so, one too many times, and sort of quit. this of course brought everyone down. the funny thing is...he is so self centered, and everything is always about him, he screams for attention all the time, and it totally was appropriate that he would make a scene and make everyone turn attention to him when it was our friend's going away party. he managed to ruin it and put a kabosh on it. he will be missed, but not as much as he might think.
ok, time for dinner, i think it will be curry chicken of some sort. then i shall snooze the snooze of the dead, i hope. tomorrow i get up early and go to the gym.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
big ride
i'm sitting here, it's 1534 hours in the afternoon, there is a light coating of salt all over my body, i look frosted, my stomach is filing complaints, my legs are having a board meeting right now to see if they want to revolt and cramp or not. just got back from a three and a half hour ride through the desert. luckily, we started at 1115 in the afternoon so we got to ride in grueling heat. good times. i feel surprisingly great, my mind is tricking me so i don't realize how fat and out of shape i am.
yesterday was a good day. didn't do too much, did start out at the gym and lifted more weight than i have before, and felt great doing it. it feels wonderful to be going back to the gym. the highlight of yesterday was dinner. i purchased some super tasty fancy schmancy artisanal bread and made some tasty caponata, and we had that with a bottle and a half of very tasty wine.
so today, after drinking way too much wine and getting a solid four hours of sleep, i embarked on a long hot ride through the desert. i'm a fucking genius,the things i think are a good idea.
still, i did have a great ride, spectacular views, tons of fun, i feel worked but in a good way. i'm looking forward to passing out in about an hour, after my shower and another twenty or so glasses of water.
yesterday was a good day. didn't do too much, did start out at the gym and lifted more weight than i have before, and felt great doing it. it feels wonderful to be going back to the gym. the highlight of yesterday was dinner. i purchased some super tasty fancy schmancy artisanal bread and made some tasty caponata, and we had that with a bottle and a half of very tasty wine.
so today, after drinking way too much wine and getting a solid four hours of sleep, i embarked on a long hot ride through the desert. i'm a fucking genius,the things i think are a good idea.
still, i did have a great ride, spectacular views, tons of fun, i feel worked but in a good way. i'm looking forward to passing out in about an hour, after my shower and another twenty or so glasses of water.
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