So Friday night I went to visit Steve. I made it to some veteran bookstore, upgraded to trendy bookstore with adjacent Starbucks, just in time to catch Steve's portion of his poetry reading. He's a good public speaker and had the crowd giggling. He was by far the most interesting one. The next read so focused and monotonous that I kind of missed it and the next was pretentious in the happy-psuedo-granola-I'm-a-liberated-womyn-really-I-am sort of way. Steve had the copy of the M Magazine that he was on the cover of a year and a half ago, so I was able to read that.
We headed, as usual, to Trocadero. On empty stomachs and mojitos, we caught up on the dramas in our lives (95% Steve, 5% me). That guy's life is never dull and he had more than usual this time. He seems to handle it all well enough. We need to trade skins for a week. That'll give me something to talk about and him a much-needed rest.
Saturday, I headed to Eric's to get a bike rack for my car and a CO2 pump for flats and then to Blue Mound State Park to finally use my mountain bike for which it was designed. I opted to try the intermediate path and learned that I'm a beginner mountain biker, i.e. a complete pussy. I actually have scars and stories to excuse myself from jumping straight into hard-core biking. I'll have to post pictures of my scars, among other things. Anyway, I was happily failing to conquer the trail when I snapped my chain. I was only a half-hour into it. I was kind of pissed in the Better Off Dead-sort of way, but still hiked around a bit and headed home. Of course, everyone I knew was working that night, so I caught up on some tv.
Anyway, thanks the Michael the Librariman for his quick response to my nucular reesrch request. One of the benefits of OCD is that I think of something and have to read about it. So if anyone needs a trivia team member, I'm your man!
Anyway, back to drawing lines.
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
don't give up hope; thanks to the miracle of the internet you can be a poet too. here's the best one i got, courtesy of http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi:
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