Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Pinned Nicolaus’ ears to the back of its head.
Kicked Nicolaus’ ass, while it whimpered away, scuttling home to its mommy.
Made Nicolaus my bitch.
Nicolaus’ old lady is going to call out my name by mistake from here on out…but only when Nicolaus happens to make a particularly expert thrust…which is hardly ever.
Time out: 4:23am
Time in: That all depends. Reached the light rail station at 8th & O at a quarter to five in the afternoon, the train left for Folsom at 5:04 and my long-suffering girlfriend rescued me from the Iron Point station at 5:50.
Casualties: None. Didn’t lose a thing. I think…
Mileage: 79.87, and that’s a new personal best.
Scariest wild animal encountered: Two woods’ kitties. Barton Road is not lit. At all. Barton Road and I are not going to see too much of each other from here on out, at least before sunrise.
Supplies tapped out to “oh shit” levels: None. Unless you count the battery in my cell phone…seriously considering doing something about that. It was like being in prison — you’re allowed one phone call, you know? So I coordinated the train pickup, only after I was a hundred percent sure what was taking place. She was pretty worried, this was twelve hours in. Nice to have someone worrying about you.
And, uh, a place to pee. That one was starting to get a little dicey, But by the time it turned into something to worry about, I’d already made Nicolaus my bitch.
There’s a bar somewhere North of Fremont Landing which came to my rescue. Google Maps doesn’t want to tell me what its name is or even confirm that it exists. Looks like a personal trip out there to find out…
Going to burn some fossil fuels to do that though. I’m done with this route on bicycle. I already made Nicolaus my bitch.
Update: I’m pretty sure it’s where Howsley Road meets Garden Highway. Whatever it’s called, the folks who work there are worthy of your support.
Update: And the pics are uploaded.
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Congrats.
Though I think you’re insane…
- tim | 11/09/2010 @ 11:13Sanity’s fine.
Gut’s still huge. And my ass has seen better days…not walking as funny as I did yesterday.
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