Saturday, August 29, 2009

- is one helluva commitment move.

Fall is in the air, the heat and humidity have abated. This is the week on the other end of Summer where things are disturbingly perfect weather wise. And so, a camping one must go. No reservations, just roll up and take potluck. Hurray for chance.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Douchebag of the Universe Winners are in.........

Congratulations to Josh Bentzen and Marissa Overby for winning the intergalactic "Douchebag of the Universe (of the Year {Planetary Earth Solar}) Awards. They qualified for the award by stealing bicycles from their "friends", Josh and Paul from Bikes Limited. A special second award goes to Josh, for spraypainting an expensive custom frame with a rattle can, deluxe appliance white. As their reward, they will receive free lodging and three meals a day provided by the La Crosse Sheriff"s Hotel.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Why did the raccoon cross the road?

He didn't. Place rimshot here. But seriously folks, how about technology these days? Something I realized today on my ride to work is that just because a person is standing on the sidewalk, waving their arms and having an animated conversation with nothing does not necessarily infer that their ballon has come untetherd. As I rode closer, the person continued their bizare behaviour, right close to where I must pass. What's the first rule we all ignore about crazy street people? Yep, "Don't make eye contact!". Well, I had to at least look. Relief ran through me like a warm emetic. Bluetooth headset, safe. Zip, and I was past. Event for the day I suppose.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

The grass is always greener, the snow whiter, the....

What is it about the heat and humidity of August that makes one yearn for the tranquility of December? What is it about the last week of February that makes May seem so sweet it must be ephemeral?The human condition of wanting more, never satisfied, wishing.

Along these lines, how about memories of the past? The mind tries to clean things up a bit, to heal wounds, to leave only the pleasant. Lest we fling ourselves collectively over a cliff. A girlfriend from the past contacted me and wanted to "catch up" on life since last we saw each other. I was sorely tempted, and thought initially about the good. Then I remembered the emotional pain, confusion, and self doubt she caused in me as she flew from boyfriend to boyfriend, coming back to me to roost awhile before her next flight. On reflection, the memories of that time were of a cheating, cruel girl that kept me down to keep me. Screw the past, Joan Cusack nailed it when she said "Reunions are just like High School, only everyone is older and fatter". Move forward.