08.09.08
Dear NBC
Fuck you and your “videos not supported on linux” censorship regime.
It’s FLASH VIDEO. You’re just doing this to be bastards.
That is all.
Keeping up with the odd man out.
Fuck you and your “videos not supported on linux” censorship regime.
It’s FLASH VIDEO. You’re just doing this to be bastards.
That is all.
Just a few things one notices when one is commuting to work on a road bike.
It occurs to me that if I were cooler, I could’ve phrased this all more eloquently, a la…dammit. I can’t find the post. Anyway, it could’ve been more eloquent. Oh well. In the end, only my heart is eloquent, and my tongue is sorely lacking.
Someone wrote a widget to automatically update wordpress.
This widget rocks my socks. So much better than the old way. I highly recommend it.
I just upgraded my wordpress (a task I’ve been delaying for several months now) in less than 5 minutes. Freakin’ awesome.
AND it even checks for updates for your widgets! Amazing!
So, what I should do is take a couple of hours and get my pictures and my stories from my move posted. I intend to do that this weekend, but this is not that post.
What this post is about is awesome circumstances.
My housemate/landlord Regina offered to help me find a bike that I could commute on. I decided I wanted a road bike because everybody always says they’re faster and easier to ride on roads. So I thought, ok, let’s do it.
Regina is a world class tri-athlete (I can say that because she qualified for the world championship in hawaii at the lake placid iron man two weeks ago), and has a bunch of friends who know a little something about bikes on the boston triathalon team.
Several of whom work at bike shops around.
So, she sent an email to the list asking about the best places to buy a used bike. One of her teammates wrote back, “fahgedaboudit, I got one for ya FREE”.
Not literally, but you get the idea. Turns out some guy turned in his bike to a bike shop for nothing when buying a newer, better bike, so they FIXED IT UP, for free, fit me for bike cleats, for free, and all I had to buy was the cleats and shoes.
Holy. Shit.
Needless to say, I’m taking these gentlemen and Regina out for dinner at the first opportunity.
I picked up the bike tonight and Regina took me down to a near by parking lot for a test drive.
Even without it being adjusted properly to my height, and even in a parking lot, all I can say is…holy shit. They’re not kidding about the road bikes. Faster, easier, smoother…it’s just a sweet sweet ride. I can’t wait to get it out on the road. I’m going to do a bit more practising, for things like sudden stops and riding a straight line whilst I’m looking elsewhere, but it’s exciting.
As for the fencing, I just discovered that there is a major fencing club within long walk distance of the house, and these guys, unlike the place up near work, are professionals. AND, they have open fencing for $10 a session, or free for members. Membership is 450/year, so I’d have to go 45 times…but I’m likely to do that over the course of a year, because it’s 7 days a week. I can go any night I want. So freaking awesome. I’m gonna try and get down there this week, or this weekend at the latest to check it out. I need to get a fencing bag and a new epee, though. I might just order those tonight.
Good times. :-)
Ok, this song is amazing and the video gives me chills.
(morons don’t the get internet..they won’t let me embed, but I can link? WTF?)
Anyway, I was also having a conversation with my dad a day or two ago.
We were talking about the second amendment and all the one line constitution conservatives, and he was laying out depth and context of the common law background of the amendment itself, when he had a slight issue with attention span…
Paraphrased:
“So, if you look back at the english common law, there is precedent for BOTH interpretati…OOO, a HUMMINGBIRD! NEAT!”
I fell down laughing. Especially for anyone familiar with Ctrl-alt-del, xkcd, or 8-bit theatre (and surely other geek webcomics), it was too prefectly comicesque.
Also, it’s 3 am, and I’m feeling very mellow and sad because I’m packing.