Bits of Random Friday Babble

Returned to martial arts a couple of weeks ago. I'd forgotten the bruises, the aches, and the weird feeling of satisfaction I get from getting through a class more-or-less intact.

I tweaked my knee somehow. I think I managed to do this bike riding, though I'm pretty sure class didn't help any. Ice packs are a wonderful thing.

Finally got a proper bartending kit. I've now figured out how to make good mai tais. Practice makes perfect and all that.

xkcd calls out the truth of things

This is totally me. Except that my place really is a garbage pit.

Sigh.

Thems that dies be the lucky ones. Arr.

So it be Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Um... arr?

Haven't seen any of the Pirates movies recently so I'm a bit rusty. I do like me some grog, though.

Creeping Tuesdayness

Want: Gerber Downrange Tomahawk/Breaching Tool.

Need? No. Have any real, justifiable use for? No. Any place to put it? No. Any conceivable way to justify $220 + shipping for a tool thing I'd only ever need in an apocalyptic disaster? Well... there's that whole "apocalyptic disaster" justification, I suppose. Works for all the other crap I have... and you have to admit it looks damn cool.

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Today's bike ride was oddly-difficult. No reason, I suppose. Just entropy.

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How is it only Tuesday? HOW???

A few bleary-eyed Monday observations and musings

• Every time a Disney "Star Wars" rumor is circulated an angel loses its wings. The angel then goes batshit crazy, takes a basket full of puppies and kittens, transforms them into ravening soul-devouring beasts, and unleashes them upon the world to create more MBAs who will create more ideas for Disney to milk "Star Wars" to death and beyond. This is what we call "a perpetual motion machine". Metaphysics making physics its bitch.
• Ghost music continues to soothe my sleepy self.
• When I was in Portland, I stopped for a bit in the Deluxe Hotel. There, in the Driftwood Room Lounge, I had a "Whiskey Rebellion". Bulleit Rye, punt e mes sweet vermouth, Imbue bittersweet vermouth, and some West Indies orange bitters. My dad got some of the Imbue vermouth and recreated the "Whiskey Rebellion" over the weekend. This may well become one of my favorite cocktails ever.
• Okay, seriously. A $1,300 jacket? Thirteen-hundred dollars???? Fuck you.
• Someone had to explain to me who Miley Cyrus is. This. This right here. This is where I stand with the not-understanding-of-celebrities.
• So very sleepy...

A wounded sole

During training I noticed the soles of my favorite shoes were cracking and disintegrating.

This is extremely disheartening. My mutant feet are rarely completely-happy in footwear, especially work-acceptable footwear.

I pretty much have some boots that work, my beer-drinking slip-on shoe/slippers, and some flip-flops at this point. The weather is too hot for boots and the rest... well, they present problems of their own in the workplace.

I have other shoes, but they always rub the foot wrong, either along the heel or along the outer toes. I've tried gel inserts and what-not, but those never stay in-place and never seem to do the trick.

Time to do some shoe shopping again, I suppose. Sigh.

Review: EAB Gerber Pocket Utility Knife

Oh County Comm, you never fail to lure me in. When I got the AAx2 Maratac light, I also saw the EAB Gerber Pocket Utility Knife.

So the last thing I need is another knife at this point. Still, the design intrigued me and for less than $14, I felt the need to check it out.

I'm glad I did. The EAB is a tiny thing, but feels solid and well-constructed. It's got a smooth action for opening and I have yet to accidentally cut myself. Though give it time...

There are guards in good places to protect the delicate fingers from the disposable blade. Did I mention the disposable blade part? Yeah, this takes a box-cutter blade that you can replace with a screwdriver.

In short, it's the perfect box-cutter and utility blade. Portable and solid. Could make a good money clip, I suppose.