And then I had a big Slurpee.
And then it stopped raining so I got on the bike for a quick spin.
And then I could feel every little bump on the road nudging my bladder.

It's a new blog feature I'm thinking of adding. Instead of "what my mood is" or I'm "on-line/off-line". It'll be something to represent what I'm sniffing at the moment.

Okay. So I managed to file my GST info via the telefile for the government dumbasses. As soon as I hang up the police helicopter flies over the house. It doesn't give me the greatest feeling in the world.

I'm wearing pants.

Oh joy oh joy. The accountant is off on holidays.

Yet again I recieve a letter from the government tax people which only means more pain for me. After all the tax problems of last year I had hoped this year would be smoother but obviously not. So need to talk to the accountant for another round of ulcer inducing fun.

On tonight's agenda - Absinthe and Cheetos. wHooo doggie I'm getting pissed. Today and yesterday seem like a bit of a waste. After spending long hours working on a semi-original font only to find this afternoon almost the exact same font (that I previously couldn't find anything remotely similar) suddenly used in a banner on CNN Headline News entertainment report. I also made the worst Manhatten tonight.

So I wasn't breaking the law on my road trip.

Excerpt from article about Antoine Vayer and Frédéric Portoleu's new book on what it takes to win the Tour de France

The authors main aim is to provide a mountain-climbing measuring tool for the everyday bike rider. What they find along the way is a spectacular increase in the average power of the last 10 years Tour de France winners with a spectacular 20% jump from 1991 to 1995.
 
Was it the mineral water? Evidence is circumstancial, but the 445 watt-average that year did coincide with the heyday of EPO use. Following the introduction of blood testing in 1997 and the 1998 Festina doping scandal, the average power falls to 400 watts, increasing again to 430 watts in last three Tours.

What rolls down stairs
Alone or in pairs
And makes a horrible smell

It's brown
It's soft
It's from Brontë's arse

Everyone knows it's Cat Log ™

Today's exciting action. Washed the couch cushion covers. That's right. Danger is my middle name.

Have you tried the new Vanilla Coke? I have to agree with Darren. It tastes sort of like what you'd imagine a burnt Barbie doll head would taste like. Nasty.

Feeling drained and a bit dizzy at times today. So to remedy it i spent the last part of the day eating garbage. Last on the list was a bag of Cheetos. Preceeded by a iced mochacino. Preceeded by a Coke. Preceeded by cookies. I might start drinking now. According to the guy at the liquor store Pimm`s is no longer being stocked in this backwater province so I must find a new supply route.

What started as a race that could have been potentially interesting has turned into one of the most depressing affairs in years.

I had coffee and a muffin on the beach at 6:30 this morning. Why am I living in Calgary?

Go 4 blocks that way and hang a left...Once again the universe proves that no matter what city I'm in tourists will seek me out for directions.

According to my altimeter I should be drowning.

Thoughts while driving
There was this Disney movie I remember seeing as a kid. It involved a couple teens driving a MG TC or Morgan in a car rally during which they uncovered some nefarious scheme by the bad guy also in the race. Of course they solved the crime and won the race making me think solving crimes while racing in car rallies would be a great job. Unfortunately I quickly figured out that outside of Disney, MacMillan and Wife, maybe Matt Houston or other TV show there isn't a great need for crime solving car racers out there.

While highway driving, any camper or mobile home that impedes your progress should be referred to as Anderson.

Brontë decided to christen my new suitcase with shit at 4:30 this morning.

The mullet has made its comeback. Will the Brady perm also be resurrected?

The sound of children's hymns sung in Cantonese is floating through my window this morning from the Stampede breakfast across the alley.

I'll admit that the american tv coverage of the Tour has improved over the years. But why is it that every year they need to bring on some dumb-ass John Tesh clone who previously covered stock car racing to interupt the actual coverage and do "human interest" stories?

So you're sitting in the Taco Bell with your Double Decker Taco Supreme, but something seems to be missing. You need mood music and I have the solution:

Look at how the music makes this woman positively glow.

Let's see...try to figure out some stuff in SQL and PHP....or go for a ride, get a Slurpee, and try to find a copy of the Gnome Mobile song.

Someone says I should be competing in some races. Maybe I'll take a welding course and assemble my old bike parts into something for a Kinetic Sculpture Race.

The other day in a fit of boredom I watched a rerun of Greatest American Hero. Then it hit me that the symbol on the red super suit looks like a squared-up version of the Piaggio logo. I wonder....

I love cycling but somehow I can't see this game being all that exciting to play on a Playstation. Unless it involves off-bike play of scoring EPO and amphetamines from dealers, timing the doses before the event, and using various techniques of getting through drug control after the race. Now that would be a little more intriguing.

Wonder if they're targeting a desparate male demographic

Back live again YAY GRANT!

While waiting for the server to be seen by the world again, made yet another screensaver. I had more things running around in the background but they ended up distracting from the dance. They'll be in the next screensaver. Mac and PC versions.

Server's in limbo. Can blog but can't publish. Feel like a heroin addict in withdrawl.

ArmyHeads icon set from troyboydesign.

Get ready. The annual Fat Corporate Oil Men in Garth Brooks Outfits & Torture Farm Animals event is about to start. Ya-friggin-hoo.

Burned the muffins this morning.

Why do I have this feeling that with the new people moving in next door that the building is going to turn into a cliche beer commercial.