Thursday, March 22, 2007

the clog bog. finals are done like disco.

The last two weeks have been all power-study and panic-writing. Finals weeks are bad for motivation in every aspect of life. But now it's over for another term, and I'm left tired, unorganized and feeling like a fat lard.

Did a few quality ride with Aaron Skeletor Tuckerman this week. His road bike was stuck somewhere between Spain and Vancouver, so he got the opportunity to do some extra miles on his TT bike. Lucky guy. You might not think he's got too much power by looking at him, but while rolling around town today he single-handedly ripped his chain in half. This excellent turn of luck landed us in a certain well advertised bike shop downtown, where they didn't know a masterlink from an 8-track player.

The team's mostly here, the bikes are mostly done, and we're mostly ready to roll.

Found a new totally sweet internet radio station called Just enter a band, a genre or a category and it spits out hours and hours of music you've probably never heard of, but you'll probably dig.

Looks like the Icebreaker Crit will be interesting this year... Should have the usual 37 hutches guys, a bunch of wicked-quick Dr. Seuss guys, a not-so-mysterious mystery blogger and forty other people who all think they can win the sprint from last position coming into the last lap. Little bit of sun would go a long way, but don't count on it.


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

catsitting around

Seems that the Interweb has not penetrated Columbia River yet, so the last week of cat-sitting for the Godfreys has left me feeling so... alone. Naked without the news, weather and blogging that the internet has to offer. Sure I could try TV, but who wants to watch that many commercials? The final two weeks of classes have arrived. Things are getting very tense now. The grade worry sets in.

Sounds like the California trip Version 1 is turning out to be a rough day in the office (surprise!). One broken bike and a couple of broken souls later, the nerds should be back in town on Sunday. Meanwhile, speaking of broken bikes, Tuckerman gets in tonight.

This is why YouTube would work better if it was run by shadowy figures hidden in an underground lawsuit-proof bunker somewhere.

Saturday, March 03, 2007