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Free Time, Bikes, and Blue Jeans.
Thursday, September 1st, 2005 12:59 pm
The last week I have been feeling compelled to update my livejournal, while at the same time being completely detached from the compulsion, thus creating a odd feeling when I think of livejournal. Curious.
It has not really been _quiet_ at work per se, but it hasn't been exactly busy either. I have therefore had free time on my hands to browse the internet. I find that if I've had a chance to spend a lot of time on the internet for quite a few days in row, then I have plenty of things to do, whereas if I have an isolated incident of having a lot of time to spend on the internet, then I can't think of anything to do. With my free time at work lately, I began filling it up with Lowbrow, a website that is quite often inane and revolting, but addictive as well. The last few days I decided to raise my level of brain power rather than lower it, so I have been reading Everything 2. Everything 2 is equally addictive, but more high brow and informative.
You may remember that Z, my brother, and various other people began dirt bike riding over a year ago now. I tried it out at the beginning, but the bikes were all big. As a side effect of big, I not only felt like I was not in control of the bike, but it was hard for little short me to pick up the bike when it fell over, especially in sand. Wrenched muscles are not good. The dirt biking occasions proceeded without me. About a month or two ago, I noticed a small (broken) bike in the backyard, not as small as a peewee, but still a sight lot smaller than the bike Z has. I sat on it, and I felt in control of the bike instead of the reverse. "Z!" said I, "Z, I would love to come riding if you can get me a bike of this size." "Ok," said Z. A smaller bike than most was bought a while later - a red Honda SL 70 made in 1973, for those who know bikes - and I was most excited. Z spent a week and a half making the bike good for riding. "Thankyou," said I, many times over those days. Sunday! Last Sunday was the riding day. I was not expecting much from myself, as on the test run in the front yard I was less than awesome at the riding. Z, having seen this test run, was also not expecting much, and was of the opinion that he would have to stick around the simpler part of the riding place to look after me and any bike related problems. Lo! but I was much better than either myself or Z expected, and we went down various tricky trails, with treacherous gumnuts under the wheels, and big rocks to bounce over. The spot where we came to rest was picturesque, a creek flowing over rocks with a backdrop of blackboys. Aye, but the journey back to base camp was not as lucky, with our heroine being rudely dismounted twice by rocks of ill intent. While the first such occasion was of little matter, the second visited upon her a horribly sized bruise, which invited along a few smaller bruises for company. Ah, but our heroine continued bravely on to base camp, and looks forward to future journeys upon the trusty Honda steed.
Hm, that turned out almost lyrical in the end.
In other news, I have jeans again. Once in ages past I had jeans, but the marching of time brought with it a difference of size, so that the jeans no longer wore comfortably. Now it happens that when we close a deal for Flexirent at my work, the sales person gets a kickback in flexichips. These chips can be redeemed for vouchers on a dollar per chip basis. When Jeans West was added to the large list of vendors we can get vouchers for, I decided it was time for a new pair of jeans. With voucher in hand, I braved the Jeans West store last Thursday, and emerged victorious with a new pair of blue jeans as my prize. I am in love with my new article of clothing.
More shall not be said at this time, for fear of the post being too long for perusing.
It has not really been _quiet_ at work per se, but it hasn't been exactly busy either. I have therefore had free time on my hands to browse the internet. I find that if I've had a chance to spend a lot of time on the internet for quite a few days in row, then I have plenty of things to do, whereas if I have an isolated incident of having a lot of time to spend on the internet, then I can't think of anything to do. With my free time at work lately, I began filling it up with Lowbrow, a website that is quite often inane and revolting, but addictive as well. The last few days I decided to raise my level of brain power rather than lower it, so I have been reading Everything 2. Everything 2 is equally addictive, but more high brow and informative.
You may remember that Z, my brother, and various other people began dirt bike riding over a year ago now. I tried it out at the beginning, but the bikes were all big. As a side effect of big, I not only felt like I was not in control of the bike, but it was hard for little short me to pick up the bike when it fell over, especially in sand. Wrenched muscles are not good. The dirt biking occasions proceeded without me. About a month or two ago, I noticed a small (broken) bike in the backyard, not as small as a peewee, but still a sight lot smaller than the bike Z has. I sat on it, and I felt in control of the bike instead of the reverse. "Z!" said I, "Z, I would love to come riding if you can get me a bike of this size." "Ok," said Z. A smaller bike than most was bought a while later - a red Honda SL 70 made in 1973, for those who know bikes - and I was most excited. Z spent a week and a half making the bike good for riding. "Thankyou," said I, many times over those days. Sunday! Last Sunday was the riding day. I was not expecting much from myself, as on the test run in the front yard I was less than awesome at the riding. Z, having seen this test run, was also not expecting much, and was of the opinion that he would have to stick around the simpler part of the riding place to look after me and any bike related problems. Lo! but I was much better than either myself or Z expected, and we went down various tricky trails, with treacherous gumnuts under the wheels, and big rocks to bounce over. The spot where we came to rest was picturesque, a creek flowing over rocks with a backdrop of blackboys. Aye, but the journey back to base camp was not as lucky, with our heroine being rudely dismounted twice by rocks of ill intent. While the first such occasion was of little matter, the second visited upon her a horribly sized bruise, which invited along a few smaller bruises for company. Ah, but our heroine continued bravely on to base camp, and looks forward to future journeys upon the trusty Honda steed.
Hm, that turned out almost lyrical in the end.
In other news, I have jeans again. Once in ages past I had jeans, but the marching of time brought with it a difference of size, so that the jeans no longer wore comfortably. Now it happens that when we close a deal for Flexirent at my work, the sales person gets a kickback in flexichips. These chips can be redeemed for vouchers on a dollar per chip basis. When Jeans West was added to the large list of vendors we can get vouchers for, I decided it was time for a new pair of jeans. With voucher in hand, I braved the Jeans West store last Thursday, and emerged victorious with a new pair of blue jeans as my prize. I am in love with my new article of clothing.
More shall not be said at this time, for fear of the post being too long for perusing.
