Tuesday Night

So I’m pissed… there was an absolutely AWESOME joke… that I cannot remember… it was on tv, last comic standing…

Sure sue me… I turned the TV on. Watched a comedy show… I like that show… and Damn straight that guy with palsy seriously was the absolutely hysterical.

I’d go online to see if I can find the memory prompt. But I can’t. In some ways its very very strange to be using a computer that isn’t connected to millions of servers and untold masses of information.

Oh and there aint jack shit on tv right… Maybe there’s hope that I can fall asleep… course this whole single dad thing is a change. Not that it’s a real stretch, its just different. For a week, or two it’d be one thing… but for a couple days its just loopy… we’re having fun, tonight was definitely better in most regards than last night. The littlest still wandered around saying “ma ma, ma ma.” She’s gotta be confused. But we’re eating well, not watching any TV (okay so last comic standing was on as they were headed to bed).

Honestly (switching gears) the corners freak me out… Crit talking here… dirt? No worries… cross? No worries… asphalt? Concrete? Scares the shit out of me. I figure if I say it, maybe I’ll get over it. Maybe I have to race a season or two to get over it. Bigger beef, why the hell are all the cool road races in the spring? The racing calendar seems void of all but crits this summer? WTF is up with that shit? Maybe for the better – Road races are for the soft… real cyclists race crits and kick butt… wait… seems Europe keeps a nice balance of road and other races… nah – they aren’t real men… it’s the lazy convenient sack of crap American culture that makes crits just easy, a fall back. But then I’d be busting on the wrong crowd. I know, there are plenty of people doing and lovin crits… plenty of good reasons to hold them instead of long road races… and yeah they are better for spectators… And yeah seein as that BOB Haverhill thing is the week before the first cross race up in Auburn maybe I should consider it. Down side… where the hell is Auburn? Is it even rational to think I can get up there for a race? Rational to even think I’ll have the legs to race? Well I guess the only way to find out is to try… ninigret is prolly the closest and word is that it’s a wide open non-technical circuit… maybe not a bad place to get the feet wet…

I didn’t realize that megA had the ‘voyeur’ comment… I’m pretty sure that comment I made a bit ago was spontaneously generated in my piddlin cranium… but ya never know…

I’m pissed that the damn hockey is on cable not network… freaking what the hell… WHY not? Not that it matters, I guess… Detroit’s not it in… hell they ain’t even in the B-Ball finals, like they should be… how the hell do ya drop the games to the Heat but then soundly kick their ass? I don’t get it… coaching? I dunno –

I dunno much lately… thanks for bearing witness to my insanity, and my introspection…

I’m back. Why? Cause the streets are CLEAN!!! The Sumbitch street sweeper just rolled through the neighborhood, and when ya are on a corner house… that’s a damn lotta passes… but – it means – LESS SAND. Something to celebrate… and since the showers usually wake me up instead of relax me, I’m awake. So why take a shower at night? Guess. Cause with just me there ain’t no way I can do it if they are awake… and yeah there’s a chance I can get up and get clean before they wake up but its too damn close proximity and timing to wake the littlest up… so, the street sweeper promted me to get my ass back on the laptop in the dark… lit by the keyboard.

I’d lament the quietness of the lonefrontranger, or many of the other web logs that I like to devour in the morning over a cup of coffee… I’d like to laugh at Big Jonny…. That sumbitch had a kid and well whadda ya know, the posts are shorter, less frequent and somewhat less… less Drunk Cyclist… and maybe, just maybe that’s a good thing.

Although I’ll sing praises for the gold can… ya know the champagne of beers, Miller High Life… smooth, clean, like drinkin lemonade, a cold crisp beverage distinctly beer flavored but without the nasty toxins many beers seem to be chock full of…. And by toxins I mean the shit that makes me feel yucky in the morning… this stuff… hell I feel no real different than after a good long AFD stretch… although… the legs… they know… and they will kick me in the ass tomorrow….

I still can’t remember the damn joke… I just remember that it was damn poignant… I love MS Word… thank you for spell check Bill… if for nothing else… this autocorrect freaking kicks ass…. I should use it all the freaking time… I should but the feeling is different, the linking is different, but often the words are not. Right now I;m typing completely blind… and only one typo – hell bill didn’t even need to fix that shit…

NOW that’s it… I hope…