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I got my bike earlier this week after a month of tried patience from the bike shop. I normally wouldn't mind the wait, but I made four trips there per their indication that it was in and/or ready to pick up to find that they were mistaken. They were cool though and gave me a 2004 model for the 2003 price. I've put about twenty-four miles on it since Tuesday, and it has helped me to re-establish lost and forgotten relationships with both exercise and gravity. Within two days I've had blood trickling down my legs from both knees in isolated incidents, and I've fallen over at a dead stop twice upon forgetting that I'm locked into the pedals. Lying flat on your back while staring at the sky and feeling like a dumbass, there is nothing that you can do but laugh...and make a mental note to clip out the next and every time you stop. Thus far, I have almost been creamed by a fuckwit on a cell-phone who came toward me around a curve, crossed the center line, and slammed on the brakes swerving within two feet of where I was riding at the edge of the road (close enough to see his wide eyes and his Nokia)....and I've been pulled over by bike-cops. You can really tell how hard it is for a bike cop to convey authoritah...they were cool and only making sure that my friend Dan and I weren't a couple of dirties peddling drugs on the trail...bike cops with handle bar berries! There are several other good trails we plan on riding.

I've been polishing my golf game...but that's only interesting to myself and the few others I know who play. I've been pretty socially disassociative and in a mental rut, so I've been relying on these kinds of physical extrovertion and exercises of the reflexes (ie. pc games) for entertainment. Battlefield 1942 and Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory have been occupying a lot of my downtime. My sleeping habits are a joke.

A few hours ago, the janitors reported to me that while they were outside smoking they saw two apparently drunken students...one of which, while walking by my truck, decided that a jump kick to the fender would be a good idea. The janitors yelled at them and they took off running. It's pretty tough and cool to fuck with an anonymous person's vehicle while they think no one is watching. I looked it over, but in the dark and rain I couldn't see any damage...so I called the campus police and filed a report in case that if I find anything at daylight it will make things easier with my insurance company if I have to file a claim. My insurance premiums aren't high enough.

It's supposed to rain all day and evening. It's my day off.

I've been missing out on how great St. Anger is. Just give this tribute a listen. Also...in the news.

Another interesting crumb scavenged from a forum: go to google.com...type in: "weapons of mass destruction"....click the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. Funnah.

Lastly I have to pimp Gus Fink! I commissioned a Frank (Donnie Darko) painting from him...hence the new LJ icon...good stuff.

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Date: 2003-07-18 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeroenwing.livejournal.com
That tribute was ace. It's like I was actually in the studio, hiding inside of Bob Rock's back pocket during the recording sessions!

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Date: 2003-07-18 01:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grindbastard.livejournal.com
It is. Bob Rock did a hilarious interview where he boasted about how the shitty production on St. Anger makes it truly their best yet blah blah blah, and that he's tired of making bands sound perfect. I guess by perfect he meant listenable.

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Date: 2003-07-19 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeroenwing.livejournal.com
Yeah, I love that mentality. I guess the quality of the production is directly inverse to the greatness of the album! Thing is, they probably spent an outlandish amount of money to make it sound like it was recorded inside of a public restroom.

Points

Date: 2003-07-18 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brokn2pieces.livejournal.com
- glad (in a sad kind of way) that other people have had the same experiences as me riding their bike...good times
- That MP3 made me almost wet myself - HOLY COW!

Re: Points

Date: 2003-07-18 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grindbastard.livejournal.com
My ego was re-inflated after finding out that just about everyone eats a little asphalt, dirt, or grass.

DOUBLE BASS-AH!!!!!!!!

Re: Hoaxy Pokey...

Date: 2003-07-18 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grindbastard.livejournal.com
I figured that out about two sentences into it ;)

Just A Hoax

Date: 2003-07-18 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] falseye.livejournal.com
Check it out:

http://www.unfaith.net/pages/hoax/
Don't believe the hype, even though that's easy to believe about Metallica.

Re: Just A Hoax

Date: 2003-07-18 01:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grindbastard.livejournal.com
WUNDERBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: Just A Hoax

Date: 2003-07-19 10:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] falseye.livejournal.com
mmmmm...wuunderbaaarrr...

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Date: 2003-08-01 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-have-aids.livejournal.com
burn me both lamb of god cd's/

now

(no subject)

Date: 2003-08-02 09:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-have-aids.livejournal.com
OMG SMOKING IS SOOOOOO OMG GAY

(no subject)

Date: 2003-08-02 09:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grindbastard.livejournal.com
smoking? er...sorry...

SMOKING?

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