06.08.08
New Bike
Well, new to me, at least. I haven’t owned a motorcycle for almost 10 years, and I’ve wanted one pretty much since I got rid of my last one. So I finally started looking around a bit and bought one. It’s a 1992 Honda Nighthawk 750. It’s not so great to look at, but it runs really well. I put about 100 miles on it today, just zooming around all over the countryside — I saw five counties today.
I love riding. I can’t believe I went this long without buying a motorcycle. I won’t do that again.
I will, however, have to get some sort of summer-weather riding jacket, however. I was riding in a t-shirt, and my arms are extremely red right now. Ouch!
06.04.08
Pulp Muppets
You know, I have to stumble through dozens and dozens of pages of terrible and boring Internet memes to find stuff like this. I hope you guys appreciate my sacrifice.
06.01.08
Your Debut Album
Found this on a message forum out there in the www:
1 - Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
If you want to do this again, you’ll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.
3 - Go to flickr’s “explore the last seven days” http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
Put it all together, that’s your debut album.
My fake band is called Vault-de-Lugny and my debut album is “Nature cures the disease”. The album art looks like:
05.22.08
I hate Pachelbel
I’m not really blogging so much as linking to funny stuff I find on the Interwebs, and I’m at peace with that. At least I’m posting something again, right?
I thought this was particularly amusing because I hate Pachelbel’s Canon in D, too. It’s the most bland piece of crap I’ve ever heard, and you hear it everywhere…even in Green Day songs….
I heart boobs…
…and apparently I’m not the only one. Actually, I think the guy that wrote this song might actually think about them more than me.
05.19.08
The Big Three Five
Another year has come and gone. It’s been longer than that since I wrote anything besides the previous “hiatus” message on this site. Is my hiatus over? Who knows? Does anyone even still check this site? Probably not. Will this post have a point? Are you joking?
I spent my “big day” registering the tag on my truck in Clarke County and buying myself a birthday present. Mondays aren’t good for big blowout birthday celebrations, not that today really merited one. I’m in my mid-thirties, which is pretty meh. I think I’ll have my next big birthday blowout for my fortieth, if I make it that long. At least that will fall on a weekend. It’s on a Sunday, but we can get the party kicked off on Friday and go right through.
So mark your calendars. May 19, 2013. That’s all assuming the world is still around.
On a side note, I deleted over one thousand comments when I dusted off the control panel here. I’m 99% sure they were all just spam, but if your comment was deleted, get over it and post a new one. I put one of those “type the word” doodads on the comments page, so hopefully the spam will end.
09.22.07
Hiatus
Sorry I haven’t written anything here in so long. I’ll crawl out of my hole shortly, I think.
03.08.07
Hotel Sheets
I never knew that there were “good sheets” and “bad sheets” until I got some good sheets of my own a few months ago. Now that I know, sleeping in a hotel bed has become an even more unpleasant experience than it already was. Before last year, when I spent at least 40 nights sleeping in hotels in one place or other, I used to enjoy the occasional hotel stay. Now it’s like being punished.
I called the apartment office today. They said that the dehumidifiers will probably be removed today, and that the drywall contractors should be making their repair estimate either today or tomorrow. I should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. I can’t wait to sleep on my good sheets again.