I was lamenting to a friend last night how I wasn’t blogging so often because I just don’t have anything of import to say. He said that’s not the point of blogs, as far as he understood it. So here I go: This week has been pretty uneventful. A few things happened that aren’t to be made public. I bought a bike on Sunday and haven’t taken it for a ride yet. My first of two slippers are almost knit up. Bob’s hat is about 1/3 knit up. I find that Columbian flavored Steep ‘n Brew sticks to the inside of my grinder and it pisses me off. I’m all out of “it’s not just for hippies anymore” buttons and have to order some more bits, print some more out and wreck my hands making more because everyone loves them. The caf� manager made a personalized lunch special for me yesterday. Stir Fry with your choice of chicken or tofu and a vegetarian egg roll; it was pretty good. My lunch buddy is in Chicago on a photoshoot. That’s all, folks.
*read with a southern/countryboy accent*
Apparently, back in the good ol’ days, there were two proofs of whiskey; 100 and 86. So if someone was a lightweight or the barkeep didn’t like ’em, he’d give ’em the shitty stuff. And only the bartender knew the difference because they came in the same lookin’ bottle.
Whew! Today was probably /the/ most productive day I’ve had in a while. I got so much done and the time just flew by. I keep telling myself I should work for a newspaper. I wonder if Isthmus is hiring? ;)
*edited to avoid being 86’d*
What’s the price for flight? I’m starting the bike-shopping endeavor. Luckily, Kurt’s wealth of knowledge will help me to not get swindled. I’m lookin’ for something that will get me around in the summertime to parks far away where I can sit under a tree and knit. I will soon be a blogging, knitting bicycler.
(image gone for some reason) Here’s my new toy! I’ve had the same (broken) printer for a couple of years now and I found it was high time to upgrade. It’s nothing fancy, but at least it prints without white lines.
And it’s friday.
1. If you had the chance to meet someone you’ve never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
Dubya, so I could at least ask him, “:/?”.
2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
“Had to”? I’d like to check out the future. I think it’d be rather interesting.
3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
5. If you had to live with having someone else’s face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
? *confused by the shear silliness of this week’s FridayFive*
Tonight at 5 at the Capitol steps on the side facing State Street. More info here.
Move On and sign the Citizens’ Declaration.
“pardon my freedom”
this is why the concept behind freedom fries is ridiculous.
Sorry folks, I think my webhost is having cgi-bin problems. Stay tuned.