I’m going to start my great bike experiment and prove to myself and others that its pointless to drive 4 miles to work, when I have a bike. All it took was the gift of a bike, $100, and some of my own elbow grease to get here.
More tomorrow…
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[phUzz] i will be in your god forsaken city in 7 hours
[phUzz] and i will piss on it
[defunkt] oh yah
[defunkt] well you’ll piss in it
[phUzz] on it
[phUzz] on its sacred soil
[defunkt] and not really in it in the sense that you’ll be in the city
[defunkt] but in it in the very real suburb-outside-of-detroit-where-the-airport-is-located kind of way
[phUzz] i will step outside
[phUzz] find some grass
[phUzz] and pee
[defunkt] but you’ll be peeing in romulus
[defunkt] not detroit
[defunkt] which is sad on several levels
[phUzz] SAME DIF
[phUzz] GEEEZ
[defunkt] because people in romulus arent unknown to do the same thing
[defunkt] walk outside, unzip, and piss in their own yard
[phUzz] what if i piss out the plane window
[phUzz] as i fly over
[phUzz] and my golden juice rains down on you
[defunkt] what if you flush while at 15,000 feet over detriot
[phUzz] if you hold the flusher down you can see out the bottom of the plane
[defunkt] well it wouldnt be so much golden as blue/green loaded w/ cleaning chemicals
[defunkt] and prolly a chunk of ice
[phUzz] nice
[phUzz] maybe itll hit your car
[phUzz] BANG
[defunkt] good
[defunkt] i could use some insurance money for blue/green chunks of pisswater from canada
[phUzz] not covered
[phUzz] you dont have “urine insurance”
[defunkt] damn. busted.
Normally I don’t even try to talk politics to conservative friends and family, or try to bring the subject on my blog. Not because I don’t value intelligent discussion, but because it usually takes all of 5 minutes for me to get so angry at people who refuse to see the other side of the coin that all I can do is sputter and froth a little at the mouth.
The past 2 days, I’ve been doing a lot of sputtering and frothing while watching the Republicans dance around the issues and build a facade of truthiness to an otherwise blinders-on-to-the-world point of view, and frankly, it makes me sick.
How about a little facts check, and if you have the time, read this. It’s written by someone who is more eloquent than my sputtering and frothing could ever be.
I decided this morning that if people can afford a new car on the salary of an empty bottle collector, I’m in the wrong freaking business.
Kudos for making it a whole 2 steps out of your car before picking around in the trash that’s been sitting out since last night – that should keep the stench out of your car for sure.
If you missed Obama’s speech last night at the DNC, you missed one of those where-were-you-when-history-happened moments.
Go ahead, watch it. I guarantee you’ll walk away feeling like you’ve just completed a 3 day health retreat that your kids bought you for your wedding anniversary and at first you were like ‘No way this is lame’, but then you got there and discovered a range of great services at your disposal and you completely vegged out and now you’re feeling a million bucks.
Then what’s the point?
The Archive from Sean Dunne on Vimeo.
And Christa thought SHE had it bad with my collection hogging up space in the basement. Check this dude out. Stick around and watch the whole thing, it’s well worth it.
I love my (little) record collection.
Monty has a new play date, and he’s no less than 10 times bigger than he is.
You better believe he still KNOWS he’s the alpha male, but I think Cooper still loves him anyway…