This is the picture that is cracking me up today:




here is the article:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/07/09/what-are-they-staring-at_n_228963.html

*Snicker, snicker*

Current Mood: amused

I have come to realize that English Class = Suffering for me, and there's just no way around it. I can't serenely write my paper one day at a time, nor can I complete it in an apotheosis of creativity; all I can do is suffer, stress, and sweat it out, which is what I did last night. I got my rough draft submitted before the deadline, hooray. Too bad it was under length.
Oh well, last night I hit my suffering threshhold, so I had to bounce back up this morning, and it happened on my way to work. When I pulled out of the alley, there was a cop behind me on 12th Ave. For several blocks two other cyclists and I played "we-are-so-law-abiding" with him, stopping at red lights, waiting for them to turn green, riding single file. Then the cyclist behind me said, "He's gone!" and, on cue, we all start pedalling furiously, running the red lights, and more or less reverting to our normal anarchistic behavior. I found it very amusing.

It was nice having Mikhael visit us; we miss him already.

My back tat is looking good, and healing up okay. I posted pics on Facebook.

I plan to do some marathon laundry and housecleaning tonight; hopefully that will help me jettison the last of my blues.

Current Location: verk
Current Mood: calm

Anyone interested in this?

I had a fantastic weekend at Elitch's, Ren Faire, Cherry Blossom festival. Also went dancing and drank heroically...
Now I've really gotta get crackin' on that paper and that housekeeping.

This Friday is my birthday, and we are going to Elitch's to celebrate! Come join us if you feel like riding 'coasters. Round 2 will be Ren Faire on Saturday, if anyone wants to go! Happy Birthday to me!

So........I have saddle sores. This is, apparently, god's punishment on those heathens who go around on bicycles, particularly those who refuse to wear spandex while doing so.

Um, yeah. This sucks.

Current Location: verkin'
Current Mood: sore

Anxiety creeps, she's moving up slowly...
Ok, that's not how the song goes, but that's what I am experiencing. I am having trouble sleeping, which directly results in trouble getting up. Nothing is falling apart yet, but I sense trouble on my horizon.
And now I'm lonely, because I've been isolating.

:(

We have had soooooooooo much rain. Not that I complain. But Cherry Creek is swollen, and the trail is partially flooded along Speer and upstream. :( The Platte is also fat, but the trail is fine; I rode it today on my lunch hour. These little bike rides along the streams have become essential to my sanity, truly. I love to just get out and roll, all by my onesie, and I do really love my slick new black helmet. It's got golden lotus flowers on it, you know. Some people say all bike helmets are dorky, but they don't know from dorky. My last helmet--that was dorky.

Anyway, I have to check between my toes for moss. Four wheels good; two wheels, better!

Current Mood: silly

I woke up this morning with a song in my head. It's called "Stardust" and if you've spoken/texted with me recently, you can guess the artist. The chorus contains theses lyrics:
In a stardust cloud, hey, rock-n-roll king is down

Stardust is the glittery debris left by a cosmic act of magnificent destruction. It's also the surname of David Bowie's tragic rock hero. No coincidence, I think.

It seems to me that all the really good rockstars have something messianic about them, something of the splendid martyr. Here I am, they say, and I am powerful and poetic and I will feel your pain for you and make it into something beautiful, even if it destroys me.

So we flock to them, eager for the absolution, and the ecstacy, longing for immortality from the touch of their hand. We perpetuate the myth, because we are human, and silly.

I may have reached this conclusion because I've been reading Heinlein. Does understanding obsession lessen its power? Also, I hate typing in the morning, because my stupid MS tremor is really pronounced. I need, like, Copaxone-Flakes for breakfast. Lol. >:(

Current Location: chez moi
Current Mood: contemplative

I am...still drunk. Damn.

Current Location: verkin'