Random Blather

I’m contemplating doing something crazy-technical to my external back-up drive, so I’m going to do this thing instead.

I’ve committed to running the Shamrock Run in March. “Running” may be gilding the lily somewhat, since I adopted long ago a sort of Cro Magnon philosophy: running is a mode of escape and pursuit, and if one has not either caught or escaped from something after a hundred yards or so, exerting oneself further is unnatural and just plain showing off. I’m a humble man (Was that a sneeze? Bless you!), and I find ostentatious displays of physicality distasteful, if I’m the one displaying. And yet last week my traitor mouth just flew open and my fellow traveler tongue flapped the words “I’ll do that!” into the atmosphere, within earshot of several witnesses. Damn it.

So now I have to get busy tuning my long-idle physique ( Hey, I’ve been busy moving halfway across the nation AGAIN and re-establishing myself as a viable citizen with legitimate means of support. I’ve been freakin’ TIRED, yo.) Rain or shine, I have to hit the trails and tracks, and when not doing that or working, I have to attend the gym regularly. That, and get on the bike more often, something else I haven’t done in some time. To that end, I have to get the bike in for a tune-up, as it’s been something like two years since the last one and I’m starting to experience some bothersome chain skips.

So. Lots of activity outdoors, in all weathers. Core work. Lifting. Road time. I even bought myself my own calendar (I had to; we have one already but the spouse writes herself lots of notes and uses a big fat pen). I’m setting myself schedules and sticking to them. Stop me if you’ve heard this before.


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Some other nonsense:

Dear Westboro Baptist Church,

I detest you at a sub-atomic level. Yes, even my muons hate you. Know why that bothers me? It’s because it draws me closer to being like you, and farther from the God you keep insisting hates me and a considerable portion of the Earth’s population.

Please consider evolving. Thanks,

-Rob

I sent the above to their website (http://www.godhatesfags.com/), and invite all to do likewise. Useless, but it feels good.


Dear Sarah Palin,

From now on, please think hard about what you and your advisors post to the internet or advertise elsewhere. No, I mean REALLY REALLY HARD. CONCENTRATE.

P.S. Tell all your friends and supporters, too. (those two terms are NOT mutually inclusive, see?)

Thanks,

-Rob


Dear Cost Plus World Market,



Why you gotta sell stuff like this to impressionable middle-aged women wandering your aisles without their husbands and their pesky opinions? WHY? I’m afraid to go into my own dining room in the dark now.

Yours Trepidatiously,

-Rob


Really, that’s all.

Enjoy your week.