Twitch

I have a twitch in my left leg, I wonder if the wiring is failing, maybe I shorted something out. The more I ignore it the less it doesn't go away. I try to stretch it out and get the muscles cleaned-more fuel maybe?

Warmer Blanket

I wish I had the blind faith of an Atheist.

Euthanize

What good can come from someone this useless? It's a shame there aren't more large predators.

Context

Would it have been historically incongruous for a movie like Dazed and Confused made in 1993 to reference a prior movie like Colors made in 1988? I can picture Rory Chochrane's Ron Slater quote the scene when the gang members are smoking crack in the van when Don Cheadle's Rocket says "Rocket don't smoke" while taking a bong hit.

No?

Into it

I found a wall today, it was the one I was looking for the last few days. Somehow I managed to avoid running into it until today. No near misses, this one was a direct hit. Ja, it was reinforced too, I didn't budge the thing one bit. Now, the cells rebuild into a recovered semblance of order. There is no randomness, chaos has order, look closer.

Hoof

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

Thief

Mental Yard Sale

I keep trying to empty my pockets, the crap fills them up.

Less is less, that less is more bullshit is just that, crap.

Go out and get the clearance done, have a mental yard sale.

The grind

Wednesday night Worlds-Summit County style. One of my favorite courses, just a bit too much descending for my tastes. Going uphill was great, the suffering was beautiful, couldn't have felt better on the climbs, going down I was like a frightened goldfish. The bike, was great, tires were fine, the nerve? Not so much. Fortunately it was more up the first half that allowed me to gain enough of a gap on the chasers that rolling in 3rd I was uncontested. I feel better about cross now. There at least I know the skills are better than the dirt and the engine is only getting tuned.

There's not enough room in the day-it seems like the wheels never stop long enough to get them trued. Keeping them turning is a job in and of itself. Master of nothing.