Here’s where I acknowledge all the folks who have sent me txt msgs and Facebook notes and MySpace crap about how much they want to join me/hope my flight landed safely/wish me a Happy Holiday/will miss my stupid ass/insert whatever else here. Thanks to everybody who did so.
I went to the Metallica show on Monday night and then took a flight up to Juneau on Tuesday, and what the hell is it with this 30 degree shit around here? It’s like it’s almost Winter or some shit! No, no thanks to that. It gets better though, because I got whatever uber-cold is going around Seattle right now, so I have the cough, the itchy eyes that water, the runny nose, the sneezing, waitaminit….I am a walking Nyquil commercial. BUT, it gets even better when you factor in the cracked rib I got the week before from taking a spill in the dark at home. I desperately want to cough and sneeze, but I desperately DON’T want to because it hurts to do so. I’m completely pathetic right now, it’s kinda funny. I get to play the Hey Let’s Sleep on This Side So the Snot Will Drain into the Other Side of My Head game, but it only really works on one side, cuz it hurts to lay on the left side, so that game sucks too.
I found a link to this site on DrunkCyclist.com. It is an index of bike rides in your local area. Kinda cool, check it out. www.bikely.com
And so I am up in AK for a month. Different types of posts to follow than the normal drivel that I usually partake in, and probably a lot more photo galleries will sprout up, I’m sure. So in closing, I’ll leave you with this, from the Metallica show last Monday.
I listen to music during most of my waking moments, and during pretty much all of my sleeping ones. In other words, I always have the ol’ mp3 player running. Tonight it’s on shuffle. So here I am, at the computer the night before Thanksgiving when this song comes on.
I wasn’t optimistic. I knew I wanted Obama to win, but I was afraid that we’d get more Republican “don’t worry, we rigged it” shenanigans. Imagine my surprise, bordering on confusion, when McCain got up and gave a concession speech. WTF? Isn’t he supposed to say that the fat lady ain’t sung yet and he’s going to fight all the way to the Supreme Court and all that? Isn’t he supposed to look like he did on all the TV news shows up to this point? Creepy and cantankerous? Hmmmm…. It was a good speech too. I was at Coopers watching with friends, and the whole bar was applauding his speech.
And then Obama came on the TV and the whole place went apeshit. More applause. More drinks. And it was all over, just like that! I didn’t WANT there to be strife and discontent, but it just seemed to be over too quick.
Oh well…at least there’s new blood in the White House now. Or should we call it the Black House? I’m down with that.
between working out in the field and having a soon-to-be-fixed crappy and unreliable internet connection, October is proving to be a sporadic and unpredictable month for posts
Dean and I were on the freeway the other night (last night, in fact). We were in the far left lane when on the right, we both noticed a flash of light. Looking over toward the right lanes, I noticed a line of sparks shooting up into the air, but there was a car in the lane between us and the sparks, so I couldn’t immediately see what was going on. As the car sped up, I saw the source of the lightshow. Holy crap, there was a yellow crotch rocket motorcycle on its side, spinning like a top and moving at almost freeway speed, showering sparks in its wake. I looked back and was only able to get a split-second mental snapshot of the rider, sliding in the same lane, a few yards behind it all. We were ahead of all of it, and kept going because we could see that a number of people had pulled over to help, but holy shit… I feel bad for that guy, he must be in pain still. And the bike? Forget about it…
Today I worked on a folding bike for a customer. Folding bikes are absolutely useless. The ONLY time (I’ve mentioned it on this site before, but I’m going to again) one is allowed to use a folding bike without being put before a firing squad is if it’s on their boat and they actually sail around the world and need to run errands on exotic islands and shit. That’s IT. But, like recumbents, people do own folding bikes and there’s a certain personality type attached to a folding bike owner. This particular dingdong paid for the work all in $2 bills. WTF!!! It’s one thing to have a couple of them, cuz some places, like WA state ferry terminals, seem to have a lot of them and you get them as change fairly often. But it’s another thing to have a wad of them. This guy? He told us how he just wanted to mess with people and so he ordered $1000 in two-dollar bills just so he could fuck with people. ???!!! A grand in 2s. The guy is as mentally sound as his folding bike is structurally sound, which is to say not very sound at all. His father should have pulled out early…
MTV2 is having a week-long 20th Anniversary thing about their Headbangers Ball program. Kinda cool to see crappy metal music on that station rather than the crappy emo and indie music that you normally see.
Indie music sucks. So does emo.
December is going to be awesome.
I can’t wait for the new Mastodon album to come out. I know I mentioned that in the previous post, but I just saw something saying that they are going out on tour with Metallica in Europe next summer. WHOA
I bought a bass last year, and every night I pick it up and try to get better picking with my fingers. It’s a strange thing, switching back and forth between the guitar and the bass.
I found the section of the Apple store where you can buy refurbished computers. I think I’m going to go that route, because I just can’t get behind the glass trackpad and glossy monitor of the newest iteration of the MacBook Pro.
I got pressured into joining Facebook. That’s a strange one because of all the high school peeps I’m running into there.
Did I mention Metallica, Buckethead and Zappa Plays Zappa all in a one month timeframe?
Have you seen the commercial for Stride gum where the guy gets headbutted in the nuts by a goat? For physical comedy, that one gets me every time. Every single time, I giggle a little bit and my life enriched just a teeny bit…
