I found myself in one of those "how in the fuck did I get here" type moments.
Sitting and sweating in an oversized but stinky outhouse ... camelback on and drinking accerade out of a long blue tube ... sandisk e100 series mp3 headphones streaming bobby womack into my skull and I'm mouthing the words to "Across 110th Street" ... "I was the third brother of five ... doing whatever I had to do to survive ..." I've got a heart rate monitor on telling me I'm chugging along at 90 beats per minute ... I pinch off the loaf ... hrm back up to 95 ... mountain bike leaning against the wooden fence ... ready to go ...
Lovely ...
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Hullabaloo 2007
Excuse me if I'm a bit hungover ... and bloated.
Highlight for me was catching Eddie Vedder acoustic as well as rocking with flea and jack irons.
Oh and Mickey Avalaon was interesting ... and uncensored.
Lots o money was raised for the kids ... so that was cool.
As you may or may not be able to tell ... I'm completely braindead and deaf so I'll likely need a few hours to recover. WHAT ...
Highlight for me was catching Eddie Vedder acoustic as well as rocking with flea and jack irons.
Oh and Mickey Avalaon was interesting ... and uncensored.
Lots o money was raised for the kids ... so that was cool.
As you may or may not be able to tell ... I'm completely braindead and deaf so I'll likely need a few hours to recover. WHAT ...
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
ESPN and The Football Draft ...
Get over it. The draft is over. I'm sick of the talking heads. The only real draft is in 4 months when fantasy football starts. I'm saving my prose till then.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Escape From Alcatraz
Why is it that EVERY time this comes on t.v. and I'm flipping channels ... the remote stops here and I must watch from whatever spot till the end. Is there some sort of subliminal programming going on. I don't recall having any inclination to drink pepsi or coke or eat popcorn or anything - so frankly I'm confused by this seemingly natural phenomenon. I feel like the fricken manchurian candidate and somebody just opened up a deck of cards and started played solitaire.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Dodger Blues ...
Probably the funniest site ever ...
http://www.dodgerblues.com/content/news.html
Hunt around here ... lots of nuggets to choose from.
Not for the sarcastic faint of heart.
http://www.dodgerblues.com/content/news.html
Hunt around here ... lots of nuggets to choose from.
Not for the sarcastic faint of heart.
Adventures at Albertsons ...
To the lady who just HAD to stop what she was doing and continue her boring ass story to her co-worker who obviously didn't care much more than a rat's ass than I did - can't you just talk AND cut my fricken Jeannie-O sliced turkey please. 1/2 pound ... did I stutter.
I must though apologize to the woman I laughed out loud at who walked behind me as I was squeezing the tuna packed in water (you know to find the fresh one) and yelled - "WHERE DOES THE COOL WHIP GO" to somebody in the next aisle. Sorry ... just thought it was funny.
Why do the makers of Salsa think that "Thick and Chunky" is any sort of selling point to me. I may go against the grain on this one ... but come on ... shouldn't there be a "Not to Thick and Not to Chunky" versions for the rest of us. And if you think there is and they call it hot sauce ... fuck you!
How in the heck am I supposed to eat a 10 pound bag of brown potatoes before they start growing those spore plants on that one episode of star trek where spock falls in love.
Culligan or Brita ... yeah, me too!
Crap ... come to think of it ... I'm sure I had 17 items.
I must though apologize to the woman I laughed out loud at who walked behind me as I was squeezing the tuna packed in water (you know to find the fresh one) and yelled - "WHERE DOES THE COOL WHIP GO" to somebody in the next aisle. Sorry ... just thought it was funny.
Why do the makers of Salsa think that "Thick and Chunky" is any sort of selling point to me. I may go against the grain on this one ... but come on ... shouldn't there be a "Not to Thick and Not to Chunky" versions for the rest of us. And if you think there is and they call it hot sauce ... fuck you!
How in the heck am I supposed to eat a 10 pound bag of brown potatoes before they start growing those spore plants on that one episode of star trek where spock falls in love.
Culligan or Brita ... yeah, me too!
Crap ... come to think of it ... I'm sure I had 17 items.
Mountain Biking Cheseboro
Took my faithful Cannondale Jekyl mountain bike out for spin class yesterday. Thanks are in order for mother nature who cranked up the fire road temperatures to around a sizzling 93 degrees to close out April. F.U. Apart from that ... sweaty fun stuff.
The loop was this ... cheseboro canyon trail, modelo trail, palo comado connector trail, palo comando canyon trail, china flats trail, palo comado canyon trail, sheep corral trail, cheseboro ridge trail, canyon view trail, and cheseboro canyon trail.
Which I realize that if you've never ridden there sounds like ... blah blah blah trail blah blah ... ok it sounds like that even if you have have ridden there.
So the translation trail ride is this ... climb climb climb level banana level down over climb climb climb down climb down climb down climb down level.
Which works out to be around 16 miles in 2.5 hours and 3 gallons of sweat.
I was looking for the roadrunner that I snuck up last week but I believe it was ordering stuff up from the acme catalog. Plenty of hawks circling the heavens though ... so that made the climbing um just as much of a bitch as I thought it would be.
The joys.
The loop was this ... cheseboro canyon trail, modelo trail, palo comado connector trail, palo comando canyon trail, china flats trail, palo comado canyon trail, sheep corral trail, cheseboro ridge trail, canyon view trail, and cheseboro canyon trail.
Which I realize that if you've never ridden there sounds like ... blah blah blah trail blah blah ... ok it sounds like that even if you have have ridden there.
So the translation trail ride is this ... climb climb climb level banana level down over climb climb climb down climb down climb down climb down level.
Which works out to be around 16 miles in 2.5 hours and 3 gallons of sweat.
I was looking for the roadrunner that I snuck up last week but I believe it was ordering stuff up from the acme catalog. Plenty of hawks circling the heavens though ... so that made the climbing um just as much of a bitch as I thought it would be.
The joys.
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