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BlogLastnight Lisa and I went to see the Waterford fireworks at
Maceday lake after a short round of
Disc golf. By pure dumb luck we managed to park right next to where they were launching the fireworks. So close in fact that my car was parked
right next to the fireline. As we got
settled, a beat up pickup truck flew into the space between my Cougar and the no-parking sign, breaking through the fireline tape in the process. My sphincter clenched as I thought of my car being hit, or burning from the various sparklers the 8 hick kids in the back were now waving near the hood of my car. Lisa jerked as her maternal instinct kicked in, but I held her back. I told her how I had
burned a BoohBah with some hicks just last weekend, how my hick friend
Keith in Mississippi had recently shot a bird while I was on the phone with him, and that
Duane was becoming an honorary hick. I was convinced my "faggoty girl car" reeked of hick smell from my proximity to my friends and my recent travels to Brighton and Howell. I knew the toothless people in the pickup would pass my car off as just another car on blocks abandoned by the side of the road. The fireworks commenced shortly afterwards and we imitated "The Smurfs" with plenty of ooo's and ahhh's. The hick truck took off after the disappointing grand finale most likely to make moonshine and pass out somewhere. We were
almost home when I felt a wobble in the rear end (the cars, not mine) and pulled over fearing sheered lugs. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it was only a flat tire and had Lisa time me as I changed it. Today I brought the tire to a firestone dealer ranting and raving about a failed sidewall belt to which he replied "somebody knifed your tire, man." The knowledge that the hick truck people had slashed my tire rushed in and I felt betrayed by the hick community. The tire guy took pity on me and offered to replace my $120 tire if I purchased $60 worth of road hazard warranty. He also told me that categorizing a group of people based on their appearance or lifestyle was called stereotyping, and was not a reliable method of predicting behavior or actions of individuals believed to belong to this group. I knew he was right, and took the whole incident as a life lesson: when a hick approaches your girl car, pull out a firearm and aim for his head, that's the only way to stop them.
As
you can see, the Gnome Cam has been hit by a focused electromagnetic pulse weapon. I can only assume my neighbor fired the shot as he's been bragging about taking down jets over his house with his
EMP gun recently. The gun is not all that accurate so I'm guessing the cam was only hit with fallout from a close shot, resulting in the melted images it's currently sending. This would also explain why my printer has been randomly printing fascist paraphernalia. Since a
new camera is over $100 I'm hoping the problem will fix itself like it did
last time an EMP hit it.
Leaving a meeting at work, on my way to Beta house to paint the porch, I remembered I needed two bags of mulch. Finding myself on my motorcycle doing 90 down I-275 when I remembered this gave me an insane idea. Pile two bags of mulch over the rear seat and hope like hell they don't fall off. By some miracle the bags maintained integrity and position during the whole 5 mile trip. Having gained confidence I'm now eager to carry other obnoxious and unsafe articles on the back of my bike, such as
Lomar
This weekend was
Lisa's move weekend into her new Condo. People as far away as Howell and
Ohio flocked to participate in this unforgettable event. Lisa's
hard work and
use of electronics made the move entertaining, but she was very careful not to strain herself lifting any
heavy objects. Thanks to
Superman,
Assman and the
UnaBomber we got everything moved in a day and a half. I can honestly say I've never been
more excited in my life.
Tonight was
bike night in Royal Oak, and Jaird and I decided to see what it's all about. Motorcycles loop around a section of main street waiting for cars to leave parking spots, then swoop in and fill it up when they become available. The result is almost the entire section
lined with bikes, and a few
pretty full parking lots. I did mange to find one other Ninja 250 whlie we walked around so I confirmed I wasn't the only slow one there. On the way home I found out my bike tops out at 95mph with 11,000 RPM's in top gear. It just wouldn't go any faster. Jaird also thought it was a neat discovery until he kicked down a gear and took off. I yelled that I get 70mpg but I don't think he heard me since he was already in the triple digits.
In keeping with our illusion of living the high life and vacationing every month, Lisa and I joined some fellow Cougar owners for our annual
Niagara Falls trip. Lisa was not a Niagara Falls virgin, but she hadn't been in almost 15 years so she faked it to make me feel better. We
saw the sites,
had a BBQ, and I sacrificed some heterosexuality at the butterfly conservatory. Also,
I love broccoli.
Today is 6/6/6 and (thanks to Google) there's something for everyone to celebrate it with. For doomsdayers, you can
wait for the anti-christ. For music nerds, you can
listen to Slayer. For math nerds, you can
square primes. For motorcycle nerds, you can
meet me in hell (but it's
getting pretty packed). However, if your pregnant,
hold on to that baby!
Just before Christmas last year, an
article came out on PCWorld that linked to my website (39. Play, Inc. Snappy Video Snapshot). After getting almost 1,000 clickthroughs from that article I decided to plaster my site with "Ads by Google" in an attempt to cash in on it. Six months later I am able to confirm that idea was just short of a flop, but it helped me get close to the $100 minimum to get a check mailed to my house. I know you're dying to know what you can possibly do to help me get my $100 check that you won't see a penny of, so I'll tell you: just click some ads on my site! As a reward, I'll scan in my check so you can print it out and cash one of your own.
Lisa had an urge to make food for 25 people today so we decided to
have a BBQ. I had only invited 20 people, and despite reminding her only half of those invited would show up she was physically unable to shop for only 10 people. I think fate intended her to be a famous chef, but the
Miracle of Life movie threw her off track. The plus side is I now have food for a week, and everyone left with a full stomach.
Jaird's recent purchase of a
GS500F motorcycle had him itching for a ride, so today we decided to ride to Milford and help the FBI
digup Jimmy Hoffa. Arriving at the meetup point Jaird took a photo that proves without a doubt just how
gay I look on my new motorcycle. A
few stops later and we were on our way to Milford. Having never been there before, and discovering the "Hoffa this way" signs did not exist, we never actually found the dig site, but it was still a nice night for a ride. Empty handed, we parted ways with no more information on where Jimmy Hoffa's remains are than we had before.
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