"If you can't be pretty, you might as well cause trouble" – Florence King
Posted in "Greenie II", bike commuting, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing), You have got to be kidding me! on Sep 10th, 2010
I’ve been having the devil of a time finding a “safe” place to park my bike at my current job. My first two parking spots were awkward and/or obstructive, so finally one of the secretaries secured permission for me to park my bike in a storage room (the one I now nap in during my [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Photo entries, Urban Photo Highlight Rides on Sep 9th, 2010
My favorite abandoned house in Kansas City is no more. It was demolished back in May. I’m kind of bummed. It was built in 1888. On the other hand, my second-favorite abandoned house: Is currently under rehabilitation, and it looks like whoever’s doing it is doing a nice job of it. I’m going back out [...]
Posted in Cats, Gratuitous Cussing, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Houseplants, Photo entries on Sep 8th, 2010
Joel built me a shelf across the windows in my sewing room so that the “Swiss Cheese Plant) (pictured at right) and the Madagascar Dragon Trees (at left) have a safe and secure home in my sewing room. Now, they’re above the level where I might accidentally crash into them and bruise their leaves and [...]
Posted in Gratuitous Cussing, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing), You have got to be kidding me! on Aug 24th, 2010
I was in a colossally bad mood yesterday after having to work on my day off, plus learning that I didn’t get the promotion I’d applied for (one which would have gotten me off the phone lines and allowed me to wear ear-protectors at work and not have to listen to my co-workers gabbling at [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching on Aug 7th, 2010
Well, here’s a slosh of petty bile, ’cause I’m just out of sorts today and the stupidest things are rubbing me the wrong direction. I think gourmet pizza is the biggest ripoff and also a total misnomer. Especially the alleged pizza from a certain overweening, pretentious pizzaria which calls itself Pizza Bella. Just because your [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing) on Jun 23rd, 2010
An adaptation of one of the golden lines from one of my favorite dumb movies, Zack & Miri Make A Porno. I got to thinking this the other day when, in the midst of a call, one of my customers hacked a big, throaty loogie while conducting business with me. Because I am the consummate [...]
Posted in dumb things I have done, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching on Jun 11th, 2010
it’s worth doing really badly. I shaved my legs last night after posting pictures that exposed their excessive prickliness and in the course of doing so managed to scrape off about a square inch of ankle-epidermis. They really don’t make band-aids big enough, you know? The standard size ones, the gauze pad is only about [...]
Posted in biking, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, meta, Other Bike Stuff, You have got to be kidding me! on May 31st, 2010
This is written partly in response to Jacquie Phelan’s recent musings about where women fit into the cycling industry, and partly because I sometimes kick ideas around about my own “place” in the two-wheeled underground. I think part of the problem(s) that both Jacquie and Bike Hugger were addressing (1) (2) (3) stem from how [...]
Posted in bike commuting, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Ruby the Dog, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing), You have got to be kidding me! on Apr 16th, 2010
Man, oh man, yesterday I had two flats at once and it was a pain in the ass. I picked up some goat-head thorns during one of Ruby’s and my excursions into the West Bottoms. The dog likes to run, and I don’t, so what we do to compromise is I leash her up and [...]
Posted in bike commuting, dumb things I have done, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Other Bike Stuff on Apr 3rd, 2010
Cycling advocacy wonks like to call it “taking the lane.” I call it “riding in the fuck-you-position.” Also, “cockblocking.” As in, “that meatus in the Lexus who acted he like was going to run me over in the intersection was pretty pissed when I pulled into the ‘fuck you position’ and cock-blocked him for about [...]
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