why do they call me mr. happy?

it's because i'm so. fucking. smart.
all that aside i got a bunch of crap sorted depression or no depression...
-i got all of the files off of the old non-stolen computer and onto the new laptop
-mariko got a letter from the cops that her mess bag and wallet with her cards have been recovered and are sitting down town in central property as we speak
-it's getting cold at night which means only one thing, epic lights-off rides!
-i'm gonna help mariko build her new creamroller this weekend
hot shit. apologies to anyone i've been unreasonably crabby with lately, not finding any enjoyment in life makes me grumpy.
oh, and i want to see what warren ellis does to these folks when he finds them. i can't wait for the "viral video as heads on pikes" phenomenon.

this just in!

apparently the po-po have recovered mariko's stolen wallet and messenger bag. sweet.

and we're back

nothing feels quite as nice as dropping roadies when you're on knobby tires with a 20lb messenger bag. whee!

a headwind, a bag full of books and a laptop...

and 41 miles. that's a lot further than i've ridden for a while, though to be fair the books and the laptop were only with me for about 2o miles or so but were replaced by groceries for the last 3 miles or so. good times, i feel a lot better than i have in a while.
g'night.

follow the yelow brick road...

there was a tornado in my neighborhood the other day. no for real, check it out...
i was at work at the time over on the west bank but the storm touched down about 10 blocks from my apartment. weird, i had always thought that the urban heat island effect kept tornadoes at bay but i guess not now that i think of it.
...and where there's bad weather there's always someone waiting to take the level of discourse back to the dark ages for the advancement of their own boneheaded agenda.
seriously?
i've always wondered how these conservative christians get up the gall to go on the t.v. or the radio and announce to the assembled public that an invisible man in the sky has expressed his displeasure at, well, whatever it is that they don't happen to like by sending a storm or disease or something to, you know, smite something else.
idiots.

first post on the machine

got a new laptop to replace the one that was stolen when our apartment got burglarized, works sweet. nothing else to report.
except this. hot damn, i want to be that guy when i grow up...

good...bad...ugly?

so it's been a weird month, i found out 2 days ago that my dad is being laid off from his job of 17 years as of the first of the month, my sister just had surgery on a pinched nerve/bulging disc in her neck and about 3 weeks ago someone broke into me and my lady's apartment (while we were home sleeping!) and stole our computer and her messenger bag with her wallet and camera in it. blerg.
on the good side my pops has a 27 year navy pension and probably some kind of severance coming from the last 17 years, my sister's surgery went well and even though it's really fucking annoying (not to mention expensive) to have to replace things, they're just things and nobody got hurt.
now on to the really important stuff, i went on my first ride of any length with any kind of elevation change in it and it kicked my ass. "really?" i said to my legs, "really!" they said to me. depression-related vacation is officially over, 'cross season is a month or so away and i gots to get on it or i'm gonna be that dude at the back of the C race struggling not to let the 13 year old with athsma on the magna get away from me as they try to stay on their grandma's wheel. no thanks.
all city championships are this weekend, don't know if i can get out of work for it but if i can, maybe i'll even go get myself humbled...

nothing to report...

long time no blog but here's the quick run-down; i've been slacking off (ie. not doing any) on training and still haven't raced at all this year, works been dead as shit and i haven't really been having enough to do at the shop which makes me depressed and bored (see above) and i think i'm going to go back to delivering sammiches for the winter. that's right, sub-freezing temperatures, icy roads, on a bike, i'm that dumb.
on a brighter, or maybe just warmer, note i might try to head down to tucson at some point and sleep on my friend mareesha's floor and ride my dinky little 'cross bike up mountians with road racers. i'm beginning to think that i'm a masochist...