Covered in dirt and shame

We recently loaned my bicycle to my brother-in-law. After some consideration, Jess and I discussed just giving it to him and buying a new bike for me. We did just that this morning. We went to a bike store, I tried out a few, and decided on a gorgeous red hybrid (think of a cross between a mountain bike and a ten speed with middle-width tires) bike that rode like a dream. We bought the bike and helmet, and told Jess I'd meet her back at home.

There was construction on Snelling near Macalester College. The sidewalk was diverted onto the road with some barriers to maintain the "sidewalk." I was cruising along well, and noticed as I got to the other end that there was about an inch of curb to hop to get back onto the normal sidewalk. I aimed as best I could to jump the lip of the curb, and miscalculated.

Keep in mind, I only learned to ride a bike in 2005.

Instead of hopping the curb, the front tire turned flush with the lip and skidded sideways, pulling the bike sideways out from under me as I continued in the direction I had been headed. I scraped the crap out of my left knee, my right elbow, and tore a chunk of skin slightly smaller than a dime off the back of my left index knuckle. I have a tiny cut on my chin, and fat lip (that is blessedly disguised by my facial hair), and a massive bruise on my right shoulder that, near as I can tell, is weeping plasma.

Did I mention that I somehow completely jacked my left wrist? I can't tell what's going on with it. I didn't notice anything wrong as I hopped back on the bike and rode (slower) home, but once we started tending to my many wounds, it started getting continually more stiff and sore as time passed.

When I got home, Jess helped me tend to my scrapes. She said, "I saw you at the door and wondered what you had gotten on you." (I landed on gravel and dirt, so the entire right side of my shirt was covered in a swath of light brown) I replied "That was dirt... and shame."

I have a good feeling about this bike. It has been consecrated with my divine fluids, and will bear me onward to great victories... if I can remember not to steer it like a mountain bike.

Raise your hand if you hate Ezri Dax

Yeah. Jess and I are three episodes in now, and the one thing we've really noticed is that we dislike the new cast addition of Ezri Dax, played by the DeBoer chick who plays in the Dead Zone series. She's just not up to the task of filling Jadzia's shoes... she's just not a good actress.

Yesterday I went to the drama club reunion party. About half of my minions were there, and they were bouncing all over the place, but oddly enough settled down a bit after we had eaten. I finally ducked out around 6:30, as they were arguing over whether to play freeze tag, a game called "mafia", or spin the bottle. It was fun to see them.

I would try to expound a bit more, but I have quite a bit of homework to do for tonight. I have to read five modules for ed. psych., and I have a short paper to write about a video.

Excitement

Last week, I ordered the final season of Star Trek Deep Space Nine from Amazon. Today as I was heading out the door for class, I checked the mail and, behold, there it was! I'm super stoked to see the last season. I'm getting nervous just remembering how season six ended.

Jess is getting her tattoo a week from Friday. I think it's going to be super cute. It's a pinup girl running a theatrical spot light. She was horribly nervous at first, but now she's just excited. I'm excited for her.

Tomorrow the Oak-Land Drama club is having a reunion soiree. It's a pot luck, but (as Herr Direktor) I am not required to bring anything. Now I just need to get directions.

That's about it for my excitement currently.

haven't moved so much in a month of Sundays

GOOD MORNING! This morning, after Jess left for work I puttered for a while, then grabbed my favorite golf discs and a good book, hopped on Jess' bike, and rode my ass (though a light drizzle) to Highland park. While there, I played a round on the disc golf course, then back on the bike and headed to J&S Bean factory for a scone and an iced chai while I read another chapter of "Bull from the Sea" by Mary Renault, then jumped on the bike once more and cruised home. A very active morning, I daresay.

Tonight, Jess and I are going to a tattoo parlor to talk to the guy she wants to do hers.

That is SO like me.

I spent my 150th blog complaining that some website quiz didn't think I was a bigger nerd. Yipes.

I KNOW I'm a bigger nerd than this!

tit for tat

Today I managed to set up my Nintendo Wii so it could connect to the internet, allowing me easy access to weather, news, and (ahem) video game shopping from my television. However, the bad side was the first headline I noticed on the news service:

George Carlin dies at 71.

Well, shit. Now who am I going to look up to in the realm of comedy?