Vacation, sort of

I'm riding out to Oceanside, OR for a wedding tomorrow. Going to be the first time I've hauled a bitch around on this particular bike. Not to worry though, Jon's ridden bitch with me before. Dad's Dyna would, of course, be a better choice for this trip but, he hesitates to let me ride it, even though I'm not the one with the shattered right leg from flopping over and getting pinned by a 636lb Harley. Oh, well. I picked up some padded bicycling shorts to take the edge off of the rather sporty seat. They feel weird, but I think it'll will make the longer distances more comfy. I'll try to remember to post some pics.

Sick of it. Love it.

I'm thoroughly sick of the fakes, spammers, and bots on Craiglist. It's not just in the personals, either. I've gotten spam from an ad I placed to sell an old entertainment center that was merely taking up space and gathering dust. Do any actual human beings use that site?

I absolutely love getting honked at, flipped off, and/or getting dirty looks in traffic. In my truck, on my bike, it doesn't matter. After driving through New York, Chicago, LA, and San Francisco during peak rush hour conditions so many times, I've gotten rather Zen about traffic and assholes. Don't get me wrong, if someone risks my safety, especially on my bike, I'll make it clear to them. I don't however, give people the finger casually, again, especially on my bike. Back when I moto-commuted to Cedar Hills daily, somebody actually shot at me in traffic. So I tend not to gesture much.

I'm sick of the prejudice against short guys. It's just fucked up.

I love it when somebody reads one of my status updates on Facebook and freaks the fuck out, thinking I'm talking about them. Guilty conscience much?

I'm sick of the overuse of the Vocorder in pop music. When Tupac sort of brought it back on California Love, few people commented on it. All of a sudden, everybody and their cat is using it in their so-called music. Hell, I even saw a ShamWow commercial that had been techno re-mixed with pseudo-turntablist effects and the Vocorder sounds. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

I love how Liebling will spend hours hunting in her tank, poking around everywhere and looking to get out and then, when I pull her out and hold her, she goes perfectly still and stares at the tv. She seems to be a big fan of Las Vegas. She seems more diurnal than nocturnal. Hell, Bubba sleeps all damn day.

I'm sick of the Caveman Geico ad campaign. Hello? That horse is dead...

I love how I can just shuffle my feet in the general direction of my dog and she'll get all wound up and start bringing me every toy in her not inconsiderable collection.

I'm sick of shaving. Pity I can't grow a decent looking beard.

I love how the local meteorologists refer to a few days of 90+ temperatures as a "Heatwave." In Phoenix, they'd call it a nice balmy stretch.

I'm of sick of not being able to quite get the music loud enough. Does somebody make an amplifier to go between my iPod and my headphones? Yes, I'm deaf.

Ummm... That's all I've got right now.

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