Everything & everyone: right/left, up/down, them/us. What a very bad couple of weeks. No winners, no answers.
Everything & everyone: right/left, up/down, them/us. What a very bad couple of weeks. No winners, no answers.
Golf umbrellas,
in the Loop,
at rush hour,
during Christmas season.
Assholes.
my name is Matt
Christmas! Not the be with family friends and enjoy their company aspect but the commercial side. The last minute shopping!!! FOR FUCK SAKE!!! It's not the end of the world and you knew it was coming up.
I'm going for a ride......
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"Even my farts smell like steel!" - Diel
"Make something with your hands. Not with your money." - Dario
Sean Doyle
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The term 'X-mas'. If you can't call it Christmas, call it the holidays. The use of the letter X in this context is offensive to some, myself included and I normally have a pretty thick skin.
Just call it what it is or don't call it anything at all, but don't use the term 'x-mas'. That's my gripe this week.
La Cheeserie!
1. I shit talk. I do it well. Others tend to mirror. It makes the prospect of having any meaningful discourse null and void. I don't know how to correct this.
2. This end of the world shit has got to go. It would be too fucking convenient, wouldn't it?
Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost Control
Hit a wall
But we're alright
People who think there's a war on Christmas: snopes.com: Xmas Abbreviation
GO!
Josh Simonds
www.nixfrixshun.com
www.facebook.com/NFSspeedshop
www.bicycle-coach.com
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Just an FYI - the X meaning "Christ" is not entirely as an abbreviation but also a symbolic reference, sort of the same way that Chinese characters work as symbols rather than letters. The origin is in the biblical Greek for Christ (Χριστός,) but there are X's and XP's carved into things as symbols of Christ since forever. Or at least since early Christianity around about 1000 years ago. The use of Xmas started in something like the 1700's.
So gripe noted but there's a history to it that exceeds the half-life of Macy's, the inventor of Christmas as a mercantile extravaganza in 1874, by a fair bit.
Chappy Chanukah!
[click your heels together it's thursday somewhere (i been saving this since monday)]
Ebay sellers with 99.7% positive feedback because they have 36,493 feedbacks and only 219 negative in the last month. eff me runnin'. I buy a lot of shit there and now spend half my time trying to find out who is worth dealing with and who isn't. hint, if you've made more than a dozen folks mad in a year, with zero public response--you suck and all those who thereafter send you money deserve the shitty practices you demonstrate.
Ebay needs to revamp the feedback system.
OR just let me (us of course, we're in it together) limit my search results to sellers of a particular rating or number of negatives.
100.0% (286) here mofo.
here's your 20 Toots
and give a 0.25 to Pooch, he's gotta earn.
[/heel clicks]
Hey happy holiday bashers. Thursdays over and you all (both/all sides) need to go watch the Hebrew Hammer on Netflix and have a brew. Shut up until next week.
It's Thursday and I'm still up, not getting up. Hellacious day at work today going into PHL from down south. Go from T-storms into icing and moderate/severish turbulence. Not a nice day at the office with a high speed aborted takeoff, two gate returns, several hours of delays on a single flight, the police helping a passenger deplane and the shitty ride from about Richmond north into Philadelphia. And the a-hole controller with an attitude on Philly approach. He sits in the office and has no skin in the game and earns more than I do. Deal with that guy all the time. Glad I'll never meet him face to face.
Really not whining, just can't sleep yet. Insomnia sucks but my job has a tendency to wind us as tight as an archer's bow and then you're done. Can't sleep. But a glass of Malbec will help I think.
Not grumpy, but a tough week at work was had by all. The F/O and I were not on the same wavelength and another crew member needs to have received a watch for Christmas in order to not be late all the time. Punctuality matters.
I wish I could find something to really complain about, but I get to ride my Zanconato tomorrow with properly aged tubulars. The world is nearly in order.
I only wish I could have ridden this bike more this year. But tomorrow is a new day and I will get out on it.
Let Thursday begin.
La Cheeserie!
My niece had the flu on Christmas eve. Family gathering on Christmas Day was at their house. My wife got up at midnight last night to puke. Hopefully I'll skate by this one. I've been up since then. It's 2:30am and I need to go to work today. I worked yesterday too. OT on top of holiday pay is nice. Having the time to NOT be at work would have been better.
I need a new tail light for the commuter bike.
And I hate the constant rain.
DT
http://www.mjolnircycles.com/
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"the fun outweighs the suck, and the suck hasn't killed me yet." -- chasea
"Sometimes, as good as it feels to speak out, silence is the only way to rise above the morass. The high road is generally a quiet route." -- echelon_john
Overambitious use of public space award of 2012 goes to: >>>>
G-dbless anyone who has ever lost a pet. You see lost pet signs often stapled or taped to telephone poles. These folks are taking responsibility to find their loved pet and in similar fashion the signage generally comes down. I assume these kind hearted owners take the signs down or some fairy princess goes around cleaning up...nahhh these are nice people they clean up after themselves. This brings us to the inconsiderate people who have, g-dbless them, lost a dog in my area and here is why I'm grumpy about such a heartfelt thing. I ride my bike over a huge region and these signs cover approximately a 100 miles square...no kidding. The signs are made from high quality posterboard laminated and using 1/2" staples into wood or gorilla taped. Also they have placed plastic signs on wire stands, similar to political signs, at nearly every major intersection. The signs are also along EVERY paved hike/bike trail I have traveled...we are talking about at least 60 miles of trail. But wait it gets better they have also scoured the neighborhoods that parallel hike/bike trails and plastered every street corner with signs taped and stapled to trees and fences. What are the chances all that garbage will be removed by the people who put them up? Zip. I politely called the number and expressed sympathy, asked if they had any luck and than meekly asked if they had a plan to remove the signage after the dog was found < see I'm being positive. The answer was "oh it will come down on it's own eventually". Dewd.
My friends tell me this is a scam "LARGE REWARD" and the backs of the signs indicate purchase of the posterboard from 200 miles away.
There is enough orange tape and lost dog posters to trigger anyone's GrumpMeter. Whoever you are, I hope you found your pet and thanks for turning the entire county into your personal trashcan.
Josh Simonds
www.nixfrixshun.com
www.facebook.com/NFSspeedshop
www.bicycle-coach.com
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I am not going to grump about the people driving in the middle lane of the interstate at 40mph because it is snowing, because maybe they don't have decent winter tires on their cars. I am not going to grump about them not having winter tires because maybe they can't afford them, I know I swallowed hard when I handed over the dough for four new ones last month. What I am going to grump about is that these same people really should bother to sweep the six inches of freshy off the side and back windows. Dangit, they're there for a reason and when I am overtaking that lane change without signal nearly made me wet myself.
Adult birthday parties. Not 'adult' in the porn sense, because that would be fine, adult as in old people having elaborate parties on their birthday. Great, you are turning 40. You're half dead yet you plan a "birthday weekend" in Vermont and expect all your friends to find someone to watch the kiddies (for a weekend, remember), drive 4 hours to go to some shitty brewery for a party with a bunch of other old dorks you barely know. Oh, and cuz this shit is expensive, you and the other "guests" will be expected to pay for the whole ordeal. But wait, cuz 40 is such a momentous occasion, why stop at one weekend? The following weekend your attendance will be required in Manhattan at some over priced tourist-trap shitbox restaurant (that you heard was so cool! someone FAMOUS might be there!!!). Naturally, a hissy will be thrown if a limo isn't provided (on the "guests" dime of course, cuz hubby is unemployed). My wife needs some new friends.
I'm 32 and I have roommates. My city and lifestyle dictate this. I'm over it.
Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost Control
Hit a wall
But we're alright
Food poisoning at a holiday party - my whole family taking turns purging our guts in the middle of the night afterwards. You'd think maybe the hosts would say something once they realized what they'd done?
GO!
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