degraded textiles

all sorts of things. got a fancy new road bike, dipping my toes in that scene. thinking of finally taking the plunge and getting clipless pedals. (oh god.) signed up to do a duathlon in two weeks. (oh god.) not sure what the hell i'm doing. but it's finally sunny here! and warm. so, fuck everything else.

also: going to MA in august for the first time in a couple years. see those familial folks, etc. that's kind of exciting. because i'm Mr. Fratscale Asshole these days and have a drivers license, i'm RENTING A CAR this time. that's fucking cool, in a way, as i won't be so damn reliant on the generosity of other people for my transportation. on the other hand, it makes me feel dangerously close to being grown up. (oh god.)

also contemplating a trip to alabama. it's effing cheap to fly there, get a motel room, and rent a car for a weekend. why not? apart from the general suckiness of alabama, i can't think of a reason. HA. my supposed 10-year high school reunion is in august, which is the impetus for these thoughts. THAT might be a surreal experience. hmm.

in other news, WHAT THE FUCK? i've mostly retired the orange bike. how did that happen? i'm making a point this summer to embrace the familiar TRASH, damn it. sharpie up some wife-beaters, rely exclusively on the army pants for a while. there's only so much "fancy new road bike" a person can take, really.

(you should read this post and imagine al pacino shouting every line.)

("i'm givin' ya pearls here, son!")

eminem has a new album. i have not heard it. jonny's former divided highway motherfucker has a new album (the sun seven) and i HAVE heard it and i ADORE it. whatever thule bike shit i may get into, i will NOT be getting a portable music player. nor a retarded cell phone with a big screen. those particular products can have their assholes eaten by me. or something to that effect. what?

i paid a stranger to cut my hair on tuesday. as a result of that, i have very little hair and a barely-there beard-like thing. i'm telling myself it's my summer look, but really i just feel like a moron. maybe i need to remind the world that i still jerk off manually or whatever.

you have no idea. fortunately, neither do i.

toying with the idea of listening to a lot of marilyn manso for a few days. that tends to end badly, though. i start to feel cheap and weird, sort of like after polishing off a bag of week-old juanitas chips. i should probably stick with something a little cheerier. robyn? the wind rushing by my ears as i bathe myself in sweat on a bike ride? YES.

I KNOW YOU, ASSHOLE(S).

little things

they close the quiet computer lab at 5 on friday. does this mean we're supposed to go play now? here is the 24 hour lab, but its talky talky. the macs are right by a pack laughing at one comp. there are bigass multimedia macs "not for editing documents." yoink. pcs are plentiful but ~~little things~* the scroll wheels actually work here (mighty mouse worst mouse) although the spacebar still sticks. now if the techs will just use their inside voices when talking about the jumbomega printer's issues. and there's decent windows here too.

bike thievery is also more of a problem on this side of campus.

mountain dew

music all listened to

get it done

ps-
...they have a pencil sharpener right there

ms word is crap. WYSIWYG is such a bad idea. %this is a comment, don't put it in the doc