One light bulb at a time.
Being a hippy is not such a bad thing…
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Unfortunately, I have never shared the road with a bicycle rider that obeyed the traffic laws like any vehicle, motorized or non. This morning, walking into work, I was almost smashed into the pavement, at a stop sign, by a BICYCLE. I was even legally within the crosswalk area. The bastard did not stop, but the car behind him did…good thing for my bones. I even asked the guy, “Why didn’t you stop?”, and he simply turned to look at me like I was nutz. Even though I am…How was he to know?
Why do bicyclers feel that they do not have to obey traffic laws when peddling on the road, but are the first to scream like little girls when cars are bitching at them to get out of the damn road? [Sarcasm Cometh] I am entirely sure that this bike angst and traffic violation is the minority. [Sarcasm Endeth] I apologze to all of you biker dorks out there that feel the need to ride down a road where the speed limit is 45 MPH and actually believe that you should be in the middle, with all the cars ready to splatter your guts all over the street. I have encountered more bicycle riders that do NOT obey traffic laws, than I have cars breaking laws. Please forgive me, but the next time someone says that bikes have every right to be there, pain and suffering shall be my retort.
FYI: “Pain and Suffering” = I get to bare-butt fart on your open mouth.
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This past weekend was amazingly fun. I spent the weekend in Milwaukee with some dear friends. Friday night, we went out for some beers, reminiscing, and oggling of wenches. The beer was good. The reminiscing was wonderful. The oggling was just practice for the next day. Saturday, we went to the Bristol Renaissance Faire. Half our time was spent oggling wenches, and the other half was spent being eternal geeks.
The faire was amazing, as always. Broon and Moonie were both funny painted-apes. The Mud Show was silly. We passed on the jousting, because there was nowhere to sit, and we are all short, so standing in the back of a crowd of Frankensteins was not appealing. I was not prepared for the beauty that is falconry. I want to be a falconer…that is my new life’s dream. The falcons and hawks are so cool in the differing ways that they attack prey. Falcons are the more noble, severing the spine, whereas hawks cruely puncture internal organs with their massive talons. The falcons also dive at exceptionally fast speeds, for prey. I forgot that I wanted to go see Christpohe the Insulter, so I missed out on that potential gut buster.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot (wink, wink)… We met Jeff Easley. Jeff Easley!!!! Do your sense of sight a huge favor and peruse the gallery at his website. The man is a living legend, in my mind, and many a gamer. I grew up appreciating Easley’s art in and on D&D books. I can almost recognize them anywhere. We were on our way to the falconer show, when Gash noticed some cool artwork. Suddenly we found that it was all Easley’s prints for sale. Some old dude was selling them. I wondered if it could actually be…HIM. Gash thought it was, and with much trepidation, I asked “Are you…Jeff…Easley?” To which he gloriously replied, “Why, yes I am.” I reached out to shake his hand and said, “It is an honor to meet you, sir.”, with what can only be characterized as a quiver in my voice. I was beginning to shake involuntarily. I was talking to Jeff Easley. About his art, the faire, and D&D. He was a genuinely nice guy, and after we were done talking, Gash bought a print of the Unearthed Arcana book cover, which Mr. Easley happily signed.
It took until about halfway through the falconer’s show to recover, and I am still amazed 2 days later.
Huzzah, indeed…
kb9udr <—– Starstruck Geek
Lisp long and prothper.
The dude is 68, and finally decided to tell all that he likes the man meat. I just don’t get it. Who’s next? Uhura? Scottie? Captain PICARD? I might have to get in starship and leave this miserable planet if anyone else DECIDES to be gay.
No wonder pink is the new black…
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Penny Arcade interview.
The funniest part is seeing them act all goofy around a pretty lady…
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My cats so need this shizzle:
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Last night was so freaking rad!
A very dear friend of mine was in town, with his wife, visiting family and friends. We agreed that we were going to hang out last night, and hang out we did. One of the guys I play D&D with couldn’t make it to the game, last night, so our visiting friend stepped into his place. It was just like old times again! The old cronies back in action. We had so much fun and were all reluctant to end the session.
After that I took him and his wife out to Speakeasy. We had a few beers, tons of laughs, and it was like he never left town, to pursue the hunting and killing of wild animals, all those years ago. I am extremely happy that we were able to seemingly pick up where we left off and it felt like we never missed a beat…except that we both had so much to talk about. I think we could have spent a week together and not run out of things to say.
Here’s to good friends!
FYI: It is difficult to NOT smoke in a bar.
kb9udr
I quit smoking a few weeks ago.
It’s not like being an alcoholic where you remember your last smoke.
It’s really not THAT bad.
I can honestly say, though, that I did enjoy being blissfully ignorant of the smell of my own urine as I piss into a urinal. I discovered that my pee stinks…especially after morning coffee…my pee stinks so bad. Couple that with a few “the bladder is emptying so now the colon can move again” farts, and I no longer linger in the bathroom…for any reason.
I do enjoy some of the food tastes and smells that I have returned to. Some are just weird and foreign, though, like beers…some beers that I have been drinking for years, just don’t taste the same anymore. some better some worse. I had a Pabst last night, and yes, it is Pabst, but it was better when I couldn’t actually taste it…ho hum…cheap beer just became less appealing.
All of these drawbacks have been overshadowed by the most noticable change. My health. I wake up in the morning to a breath of fresh air, instead of bouts of coughing and hacking up brown tobacco flavored tar balls. I can walk down a flight of stairs without getting winded.
Yes, I said DOWN! It is hard work moving my nerdy frame anywhere that does not involve a rolling office chair.
And seriously, I don’t remember piss smelling this bad…maybe I should go to the doctor. Nah, he would have to stick his finger in my butt again. I swear if I ever break an arm or leg, my doctor will check in my chute to make sure everything is fine.
kb9udr <—– Currently housed in a poison free body.
