I know you don’t feel like doing this right now, what with the fact that you’re delivering our second child tomorrow morning, but perhaps you want to purchase this now for later.
Just sayin’.
And yes, I am aware that this makes for back-to-back Leia slavish pervy fanboyism. I’m stuck in a rut. A hot, Alderaanian princess rut. Just be glad I didn’t work “Organa” into a lame joke about my penis.
Have to hand it to ThinkGeek. They know their audience. What would make this perfect is if it were framed and double sided so you could just flip it over to a picture of Mt. Fuji or something.
If you’re bored or just want to play with a soundboard, check out PALINdrome, which allows you to drag and drop Sarah Palin soundbites like so many refrigerator poetry magnets and then hear the results.
Just recently, Brandy and I were talking about a segment from The Electric Company in which one of the cast sings a song regarding his inability to tell the difference between lettuce and cabbage.
I was reminded of this song when I today read this:
“my cat is bleeding from the anus and penis what do i do or what else can i look for until i can get her to the vet??!”
Either that’s the world’s first hermaphroditic cat or somebody is a bit confused.
Oh the wonders of digital television! It appears that there are three channels viewable on our bedroom flat panel TV that pick up the On Demand content of other folks in the neighborhood.
As a result, I’ve been able to watch every episode of TrueBlood (which isn’t all that bad) and get caught up on this season of South Park.
The real fun comes when they fast forward through the commercials for me. It’s like TiVo but with even less effort. Of course, I don’t get to choose what I watch on these channels, but I do get a unique insight into the tastes of my neighbors.
This is apparently not a new phenomenon, but it’s a fun way to inject some randomness into my day.
Got back from Bike Philly on Sunday. It’s an awfully enjoyable ride, highly recommended even if it does require a bit of a drive.
Oh, and on the way home, I picked up Rock Band 2. There goes my week.
Rob @ RBR must be getting tired of me whining about my Speedmachine. He yesterday handed me the info of a guy in Missouri who is looking to purchase a Speedmachine.
So why would I think of selling it after endeavoring to purchase it and having my wife kick in a big chunk of change as a father’s day gift? The thing is shaky at slow speeds. I mentioned that in the pros/cons list in a post back when I was trying to decide between it and the Grasshopper. It’s fantastic at higher speeds, but I don’t always get an opportunity to go riding for 30 miles at a stretch. Sometimes, it has to be rides on the bike path with plenty of stop/go traffic.
I’ve been taking test rides on a variety of bikes at RBR, many of which feel much more stable at low speed than the Speedmachine. Every successful ride makes me think that the Speedmachine was perhaps a bad purchase. But then I look at it and think, “God damn that bike looks badass.”
So, my options are: sell it for enough money that I can get a different bike; actually ride the thing more so I get used to it - I’ve had almost no riding time this summer; convert the Speedmachine to under seat steering and see if that helps.
I think I’d rather try options 2 and 3. I know I shouldn’t like a bike because of its looks more than its function, but that’s exactly where I am with the Speedmachine. Plus, I don’t think I’ve given it enough of a chance. I’m going to try to get it out for some rides next week since I won’t be spending time at the shop (RBR is closed next week). Maybe I’ll feel differently after that.
First, it was two weeks of fake “CNN Alerts” in my spam box. Now, it’s all Paris Hilton. For example:
My favorite is that last one.
Somebody traded in a really old trike at RBR today. I don’t have all the details on it yet, but it’s in sorry shape. It is in dire need of a good clean, tune, and recondition.
But even a beat up old trike can look great with some light behind it.
My favorite time of the day is when I wake up from an overly elaborate dream and then find my mind racing through a variety of thoughts.
This morning, I had a dream about daywalker vampires gathering to celebrate the worldwide lord of all vampires. Unfortunately, he was unable to be there, so his second in command (largely considered an eccentric undead dude) took over for the festivities. This allowed an opening for a renegade faction, which included the #1 vamp’s mom, to penetrate the grounds and go after #2.
I woke up from that and imagined a story in which vampires had finally conquered the Earth. It seems to me that nearly any story about vampires ends up having somebody that stops them from ruling humanity but also has any number of living humans who aspire to be vampires. So what happens in a world where vampirism is the dominant state? Would there exist a sub-culture of people who eventually declare their individuality by harkening back to imagery of a brighter world?
Specifically, I imagined a group of anti-goths called the Waukees, named for the city of Milwaukee, setting of Happy Days. Hundreds of years from now, the visions of bright 50’s americana would be as counter-culture as the visions of darkness and isolation that drive counter-culture today. In a dark world, what would be more jarring than to see people patterning themselves after Richie Cunningham?