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Why don't they have pole-vaulting in the Special Olympics?

(Thanks to digitech for the inspiration.)

So Saturday's agenda did not go exactly as planned. Went rollerblading around Calhoun with Batgar (Dan), Ben, and Karl and his wife Carla; Ben's fianceé opted to go for a run instead of blading. Carla did two easy laps and we (the guys) did three very fast laps... I've determined I have been putting in too many hard rides and not enough recovery rides...as soon as we started, my heart rate shot up to near redline, and I just wasn't able to recover at all. That's bad. So I'm going to take a couple-o'-three days to sit back, relax, and just take short, slow rides, and recover from the pounding I've been putting on my cardiovascular system. Also -- I think the stem on my bike might be a hair too long...the lower back has been twinging a lot lately after rides, and I'm really getting a lot of work on the muscles down there...they're tired all the time.

So anyway, afterwards, I dropped off Ben and Heather at Ben's place and followed Batgar over to his place. He gave me this old USB color inkjet he got for nothing...clearing out the house he is. Turns out that he and the wife are "with child" -- I'm quite happy for them...they've been trying for awhile.

Anyway, after that, I hit McD's for a cheeseburger -- my first meal of the day. Yum!

Then I decided to meet a friend at Valleyfair for the day. Hell yeah! Right off the bat, we went straight over to Wild Thing and got a front seat for it. Dayam! What a ride! Total rush! The downside was, all the coasters were pretty anticlimactic after that. We did make a point to ride all of the coasters in the part at least once, esp. given that most of the lines were pretty short. The breakdown was this: Wild Thing x2, High Roller x1, Excalibur x1, the new Wild Mouse coaster x1, the Corkscrew x3 (front, middle, and back). We also hit the Power Tower (a "Whoa Belly" for those of you that have played Roller Coaster Tycoon) -- both sides...the launch and the drop. We also hit the go-karts and one water ride. And I won a stuffed Spiderman at one of the games... I was stoked. We tried to avoid the wussy rides. By the time we'd done all that, we were pretty well exhausted and split.

Last night I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Slept like a log. Today, all my muscles are tiiiiired. I'm going to sit here and write some code today and get those fonts finished. :-)

Other stuff:

Don't ask me, I just work here.

The most important thought of the 20th century: When your only tool is a hammer, every problem begins to resemble a nail.

Public Service Announcement for those of you that have not seen it yet.

Chez Geek. One of the "most funnest" card games ever. Right now, my only competitors are never around. Once I get a place of my own again, I need to get some beer and a bottle of Cuervo and get a bunch of people to come over and play. Fucking hilarious game. :-)

WHY GOD? WHY? WHY THE EASTER BUNNY, YOU CRUEL FUCKER?

Tags: bike, dating, funny, geek, lists

First Order of Business: I used to think I was the bizity-bizomb when it came to shitty customer service. This one wins, hands down. Gord, you should drop the "r". You are truly deserving of the Randall Award for Lifetime Achievement in Dealing with Shithead Customers. You're an inspiration.

I Really Need to Start Designing Fonts Again: I've been kinda lagging on that lately. Depression from the fruitless job hunt is probably a contributing factor. I have some cool art deco fonts in progress and I owe Chank a few glyphs for a new flavor of Garamond we're (the ChankArmy) working on.

Fucking Bookstores: I bought the Cocoa programming book at the Apple Store in the Mall of America today. $35 + tax. Okay. I figured they needed the money on the sale more than B&N did. I like to be loyal to the people that returned my iBook fully fixed in less than 48 hours. But c'mon people, 1.) Amazon's got it for $24 + shipping, and 2.) if I'm going to be developing for your platform you ought to at least recognize that and undercut the cost a bit. I mean, shit, it's skimpy and not very useful and you're charging $35? Christ, $35 can get you some phat O'Reilly's books. (This one was from O'Reilly's too...why the price discrepancy? I have no clue.)

My Cat Rules: Mooch has been exceptionally cuddly today. I know not why, but I like it. She's such a sweetheart.

Know Anyone With Money? More specifically, know anyone with a ton of money that would be willing to invest in or be an "angel" to a bike shop? I need about $1.5 million to buy a building, get initial inventory, and hire employees. I have spent most of my life around bikes, raced, even worked in a bike shop for a few years. I want one of my own. I love it.

I'm Going to Bed Now. There's nothing more to this post. You can leave now. Someone send me a couple of hot pornstars (preferably Asia Carrera and oh...Sky Lopez, I guess) to keep me warm? Thank you, drive thru.

There's a mini-mall near here with a Christian bookstore in it. Two doors down is a fixtures store called "Knobs and Knockers".

Oh the irony.

When I was in the fifth grade, I was scrapping in the hall with some kid. Now I wasn't a big kid...hell, until 10th grade, I was the shortest kid in my class every year. (Then I became the tallest. Weird, eh?) Anyway, I got body-slammed and my first point of contact was my tailbone, or coccyx, if you will. The result of this was me laughing to keep from crying it hurt so bad. (I, like a typical guy, would never consider crying in school.) Anyway, since that day, the thing will flare up and hurt like the devil, on an intermittent basis. This last week has been one of those weeks. It sucks ass.

So I talked to mom about it -- she works in a hospital, she's smart -- and I was informed that it was either broken, or knocked out of place. If it's out of place, a chiropractor can put it back in, if it's badly broken, they REMOVE it.

REMOVE IT?! OW! Dammit, this is all I have left of my vestigial tail (which everyone has in the womb)... I WANT TO KEEP MY COCCYX.

Damn you, Joe Duffy, for body-slamming me!

Anyone who puts a link to this little gem in their journal is too cool for words. Welcome to my friends list, timmyeatworld.

This made me laugh until I cried.

I nearly wet my pants, I laughed so hard.

I don't know why.

10. You don't need to see my goddamn identification, 'cause these
ain't the motherfuckin' droids you're looking for.

9. Womp rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'll never know, 'cause
even if it did I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker.

8. This is your father's lightsaber. When you absolutely, positively,
have to kill every motherfuckin' stormtrooper in the room...
accept no substitutes.

7. If Obi-wan ain't home then I don't know what the fuck we're gonna
do. I ain't got no other connections on Tattooine.

6. Feel the Force, motherfucker.

5. What ain't no planet I've ever heard of! Do they speak Bocce
on What?

4. You sendin' the Fett? Shit, Hutt, that's all you had to say!

3. Yeah Chewie Rocky Horror's got a hair problem. What the brother
gonna do? He's a wookie.

2. Does Jabba the Hutt look...like...a...bitch?

1. It's the lightsaber that says, 'Bad MotherFucker' on it.

(DISCLAIMER: this is not my creation. Just wanted to share.)

There's a lot of ideas I find on the Net that I wish I had had. This the one I wish I'd thought of. What can possibly compete with it?

Poll #32327 Piloting!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 21

Who would you rather have piloting a plane you're flying in?