Author: splicer

So actu­al­ly I only went up Twin Peaks and then came back straight down O’Shaugh­nessy. It’s OK, I hit my pri­ma­ry goal. You think it’s easy rid­ing a bicy­cle up Twin Peaks? And it was beau­ti­ful up there. tru­ly gorgeous.

Do I live in a cool place or what?

Came home and and made a smooth­ie. Very yum.… Read the rest

Today I want to climb Twin Peaks on my bicy­cle. I will take the direct approach and climb O’Shaugh­nessy. It’s about 2 miles as the crow flies. After­wards I’ll ride down to the ocean and then maybe around Lake Merced or maybe just back Ocean Ave. I have a par­ty to go to this after­noon, so I can’t be gone too long. Also haven’t been cycling that much, so an ambi­tious climb like that might be about all I have … Read the rest

The dif­fer­ence between dumb­bell curls with 20 lbs in each hand and curls with 30lbs in each hand is amaz­ing.

I love being able to see my veins stand­ing up on my arms. Wow, that’s kin­da gross, but what the hell. Got­ta take the cheap thrills where I can.

What’s sur­pris­ing is how much my legs hurt after car­ry­ing the plates home. Between the trek down Mar­ket Street and the dis­tance from the J Church stop and home I car­ried … Read the rest

Remem­ber all that mon­ey? It’s all gone now.

Well, no, it’s not real­ly all gone, but I deposit­ed the check and won’t have access to it ’til some­time next week. So I’m liv­ing on the $100 that the bank gives me access to after an ATM deposit. And that $100 is almost gone now. I’ve done some nice things with it though:

1) Treat­ed myself to Thai food, which was tasty and the wait­ress flirt­ed with me a … Read the rest

Damn. Now I wish I had a date this weekend.

I got an unex­pect­ed pay­check today, so I could real­ly go out in style.

Or y’know, put some toward my rent or some­thing. I guess that would be smarter.

It’s kin­da weird what a fuck­ing amaz­ing rush it is to have a cou­ple thou­sand bucks in my pock­et. I am SUCH a mon­ey addict. I think part of the rea­son that I stay poor is because I scare myself when I … Read the rest

…is play­ing a radio sta­tion that does not come in on the radio boom­box she has here. It’s not ter­ri­bly loud, but it’s most­ly sta­t­ic with occa­sion­al snip­pits of clas­sic rock.… Read the rest

One nice thing about not hav­ing a date this week­end is that I don’t have to wor­ry about how to pay for it. I don’t get my first pay­check for my new job for two more weeks, and an old client that I billed sent me a check for the num­ber of hours I worked rather than the num­ber of hours times the hourly rate.

My gym mem­ber­ship is all paid up though, so if I’m lucky maybe I’ll just … Read the rest

There are 23 work­ing days in Octo­ber. Eleven have passed, and twelve remain. That means that tomor­row is “hump day” for the month. Of course, I have just two more days in the office and then I get two entire days off. it’s this strange thing called a “week­end” that was entire­ly mean­ing­less to me as a con­sul­tant, but now has become a pre­cious lit­tle win­dow to freedom.

Also, here’s a news flash: the win­ner of the Mis­ter Unre­li­able con­test … Read the rest

I asked D. to the movies. Yes, D. from the “hand on my thigh” post. She said the coolest thing. Well, no, not the coolest thing. The coolest thing would have been “yes.”

So um, yeah. She said the oth­er thing. The two let­ter word whose sec­ond let­ter is “o” and whose sec­ond-to-last let­ter is “n”.

But I real­ly appre­ci­ate it. I’ve been in sit­u­a­tions where I’d dis­cov­ered a cou­ple months into a rela­tion­ship that the only thing that made … Read the rest