Jeff & I were running down W. Delavan two weekends ago and we past two different couple's walking their cats and then a third person trying to walk their cat next door to Kuni's.

The cat's didn't seem like they were the walking type. Is this a new thing? Should I be ditching my dogs for a cat? When I was little, my brother had a guinea pig. He made a harness out of yarn for it and would take it outside and let it run around the yard. I thought it was cool at the time. There's something very un-masculine about walking a guinea pig though.

After seeing Paul's pict-post about Cold Stone Creamery, I had to go there and try it out. It wasn't until we had finished our ice cream and were lying on the couch that I finally understood the "cold stone" deal. I turned to Jeff and was like, what a peculiar name for an ice cream shop: cold stone creamery. It must be the name of the founding town or something. Jeff looked at me like was I severely mentally handicapped and was like, did you miss the whole part about them mixing your ice cream on the COLD SLAB?

Oooo yeah...


I too (e:mrdt) have indulged in creatine. I am horrible at following directions, so I just take it whenever I can, not when they recommend, but I will say I have noticed an incredible difference in the amount of weight I can lift.


Alright. I'm going to bed.
Muscle is a beautiful thing. But so are you, so I guess it doesn't matter. Sweet dreams.

I just noticed that status bar. 112 journals seems like a lot of posting to me. (e:ladycroft) has 200+ I just noticed and she posts all the time.

I don't think my sarcasm played out all that well in the blockbuster post. I hope you accept my apologies (e:leetee), if I offended you.

I rode my bike for the first time this year. My tires lost air over the winter, so I pulled out my trusty bike pump and went to fill them up, only to notice that the valves are super skinny and small. I never took note of it before, so I had to go to Bert's and get another bike pump (or a valve adapter for $1) before I could do anything. I was kind of annoyed at Bert's because I couldn't tell from the packaging which pump fit which valve.
Moral of the story check the valve stem.

Getting back to the bike, I rode to Medaille for my group meeting. I plan on riding my bike to work soon too. I'm not ready to pay $3/gallon for gas for my car when I can just as easily leave an hour earlier and pedal my ass to work.

I got RoboCop in the mail today from Netflix.

I find it rather funny to watch movies made in the past. They are so corny. I feel bad for the movie industry. Consumers are unforgiving and I don't think they are going to be able to stay ahead of the curve much longer. The only movie that I have seen lately that still impresses me is Jurassic Park. The Star Wars franchise still impresses me and those are from the 80s.

I park in handicap parking spaces and regularly commit other social atrocities for which I am karmicly punished...almost hourly.

I ran into blockbuster to drop off a movie and pick another one up. I'm in there 2 minutes, tops. I come out and there is this woman (henceforth referred to as megabitch) standing by my car. I go to unlock the door and she fucking storms me, getting in my face demanding to know why I parked in the handicap spot. According to her "YOU don't LOOK handicapped". I told her she didn't look like a fucking bitch at first glance either.

Then I calmly got in my car, pulled out and did the only thing I could to do just push her over the edge... I stuck my tongue out at her.

Call me sexist, call me vile. I don't understand why women in particular feel the need to go over and above the call of social annoyance sometimes.

Its not all women, I usually wind up getting into it with some woman that has 2.5 kids and a minivan. God how I avoid the minivans.

I think this brings up my socially unacceptable behavior towards the female population tally up to 12, 13 if you count the old lady and the shopping cart incident at Wegmans.

I hate being forced to listen to stupid people that don't know what they are talking about.

I'm not saying I know what I'm talking about, but at least I don't pretend I do.

RAR!