Ramblings of the Wingnut

No aliens. No overcast skies. No screams of terror, not even a whimper. Wait there was some, but that was directed at me (I’ll explain later). In any event, another 1^st for me the 4^th July. Or is that a 4^th? In any event the public holiday bought with it a day off on the Friday an opportunity for me to do something I had not done for ten years – no, not go on a date: that happens the same time that Haley’s comment comes; but to ride a bike. Yes. I still got it – falling. Sheesh, you’d think that with the extra weight that I’d be more stable, but no it just means you hit the ground with a thud, not a thump. The second time was a thump, the third was a flop and the fourth was a splooge. In any event, after riding a bike for 2 hours the 1^st day and another 1 hour today (after 2 hours of football – soccer, American’s): my ass is sore. Shut it. I know what you are going to say. But I feel the same way about bicycle seats that I’m sure woman feel about bra’s functional, but friggin painful. Except the bra doesn’t make you walk like Mike Tyson punched you in the ass. Seriously. I think I’ve bruised my coccyx – yes it’s a word. And not an STD.

Where did I get this bike? From the new place that I moved into. I think I spoke about it the last time we spoke (wrote, blogger, whatever). Yeah, I’m settled into the international house with my shed – complete with books indicating how to build a nuclear bomb (I’m not kidding: apparently you need to use U225, and there is no trace after the fallout). Gees I hope the CIA, FBI, EPA or KFC isn’t reading this… I am no doubt the dumbest person in the house. Now I know that this should be common place after all the years practice that I have, but usually there is a family dog that I am marginally smarter than and can lock outside by getting him to chase the ball, or the cleaner (except that damn Mr Ripley). So my um…are they neighbours if I stay outside?…there is a (and in no order of intelligence) brain surgeon doing his residency, neuroscientist working on hardware to simulate brain patterns, couple of micro biologists(or something) that test something to do something, a entrepreneur working on some stuff to reduce power consumption with PC’s, the landlord that used to word with WMD (Weapons of Mass Destruction: think Kenny G or Michael Bolton – that scale of destruction) and me. Sheesh. Talk about odd man out.

Uh yeah. So what did I do on my independence day? Something truly American, no not monster cars or losing my job: Chilli cookoff. Interesting. Definitely something new. For starters you queue for like 10-20 minutes per kiosk to get a little tub of chilli. I had 5 coupons for $5 and 5 little cups – like the ones you pee in for tests, but not the same ones. Anyways, the chilli was ok, honestly: nothing great. But it was good to be out and see like a million trillion people at the chilli kickoff. There was also a live band that was very kool. In all a good day – chilli, music and people. Not that I spoke to any of them. Mind you, I haven’t spoken to anyone for 2 days. I feel like a hermit. But the day was good. And finished off with a bike ride back home and more bruising on my tenders. Ugh.

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