Placating the Bike Gods

Purchased three inner-tubes yesterday. Installed one and double-checked the other. Air pressure was still perfect this morning. The brakes seem fine. The battery in my bike lamp could stand replacing but otherwise, everything worked better than the Millennium Falcon in The Empire Strikes Back (a mental comparison I found myself constantly making this week).

Flawless ride in this morning. It's going to be hot as hell today, so good times.

I'm really glad for my company's casual dress code at times like this.

Do you feel the heat?

We're having a heat wave... a tropical heat wave....

I'm hoping to find time to get new inner-tubes for my bike today. The only joy I get out of hot weather is bike riding. And my bike is partially-disassembled throughout my living room. Sigh.

Angering the Bike Gods

I've clearly pissed off bicycle deities.

My rear tire this morning was low. I managed to get that taken care of without issue.

Next thing I know, my front tire went flat on the way home today. Not just flat with a fixable puncture, mind you. The goddamn valve stem tore.

Another hike to BART. Fucking hell.

Pedaling to destiny

My goal this week is to ride my bike every day.

As is often the case with my personal goals, the gods of perversity and irony feel a need to get involved.

Admittedly, my bike is overdue for a tune-up. That said, I've educated myself on doing my own bike maintenance. I can handle little things, for the most part. And the bike's got some decent gear. The tires, for example, are some kind of puncture-resistant sorts so you'd think the damn tires should stay inflated for some time.

I even examined the damn tires last night and again this morning. They were holding air fine. I didn't want a repeat of my last bicycling adventure.

About a third of the way in I started wondering why it felt so goddamn hard to pedal in. I mean, I'm out of shape, but not THAT out of shape.

It was about six blocks from my office when I realized the rear tire is really low.

Fucking hell. I have no idea why it's losing air. Thankfully I have a new pump. I'll see how that works out going home.

If you feel the atmosphere warm, it's probably due to my cursing. Apologies in advance.

And the goddamn heat is on in my building. Gah. Fucking Mondays.

Daze go by

I can't believe I've let a week go by without my inane prattling adding to the grand cacophony!

THIS MUST BE RECTIFIED!

Activate the Prattle-A-Tron!

Um... yeah. Hm. Not a lot to say, really.

• Jogging + Allergies = A decided lack of fun.
• Jogging + Allergy Meds = Muted allergies. Still not fun, but bearable.
• I am sitting squarely in the GM seat for my gaming group for a while. My brain is awash with game ideas. Too many game ideas. And I really need to be doing things that aren't the game. But the game calls to me. It calls to me...
• Got Season Three of "Game of Thrones" on DVD. Time to make my way through the season that gave us the Red Wedding.
• "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." is making me very, very happy. Hail Hydra.
• I'm reading "Old Man's War" by John Scalzi. Goddamn this is a good book. Apparently there's three more in the series. GLEE!!!
• I've quit martial arts for the time being. I really need to focus on career-related things and I'm sort of plateaued in this style anyway. To say I have mixed feelings is an understatement, but I'm enjoying the extra time.
• Made a blueberry pie the other day. That... did not go as well as expected. I'm clearly out of practice.
• So. "Arrow". Getting a mite intense as well. Huh.
• I can't believe this week's "Person of Interest" was a rerun after last week's bombshell. CBS, you're killing me.
• I think my EDC ("every day carry") is getting out-of-hand. At one point, not counting what my bag holds, I think I had three four flashlights, two three four sharp things, two different screwdrivers with multiple bit options, three pens, four flash drives, and four bottle openers. By "at one point" I mean "I realized this when I moved stuff from my jacket to my other jacket this morning". I'm afraid to audit my bag.

Okay, so I lied. I had a lot to say. I generate prattle. I am a prattle-generator. I am a prattleator. Yep. Movin' on.

It lives. IT LIVES!!

Zyrtec, you are my new best friend.

Allergies. Ye gods.

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I somehow missed last night's "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.". I guess they had a rerun followed by a new ep. I am all kinds of sad. Or I would have been had I been awake. F***ing allergies put me asleep hell of early last night.

At least I managed to successfully record "Person of Interest". Gotta have priorities here.

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My allergy meds mix has me craving human brains. Is that a bad thing? I don't think this is a 28 Days Later/Zombieland thing. Alas. No bursts of speed for me. Just shuffling inevitability.

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Good lord. We're only halfway through April? This doesn't feel right.

Update fever

I'm overdue sharing brain farts. So...

• Saw Captain America: The Winter Soldier. For the second time. The first time barely counts, as it was kind of a... messy... day. Either way, I loved the film. That was a solid, awesome, action flick. Love the movie take on the Falcon. Hail Hydra!
• Otherwise spent the weekend in meltdown mode. Took a half-day on Friday to decompress and spent the whole weekend pretty much doing as little as I could manage. It was oddly not-helpful. Had a low-grade buzz of anxiety that damaged my calm the entire time. Really didn't get my head space together until early Monday morning and I'm still a little fried.
• I'm sorry, but no. Just... no. Why "no"? Really? Just look at Book and River. Plus a sword? Really? No.
• Okay, time to pimp something: The Quickey Multi-Tool. You've got about 20 days left to get in on this Indiegogo. This is one clever little idea.

Oh, if you've already seen Frozen then:



You're welcome.