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Happy Monday. Or Tuesday, depending on when you read this. If you read it beyond Tuesday, for the first time, you're a slacker and need to check for updates more often. Go do some pushups and come back when you're not as GD lazy.

My weekend was intense. I accomplished almost nothing, and consumed a lot. Let's see:

Saturday morning, workout, then some work, then a run with Leslie (interval training, be still my bleeding heart,) then bike shopping all afternoon (total lack of success,) then home, met up with Ed and some friends for dinner (amazing salmon dinner,) and then out to the bars (horrible experience, as usual) but stayed out drinking until 3:30 am anyway, then pizza at Numero Uno (Brett dropped his pizza on the floor, and was actually going to eat it because it landed "face up". I was like "No. This might be the dirtiest floor in Vancouver. I will buy you another one,") then walking some more, Brett smacked a girl's butt (barely, it was a pretty poor effort) and her boyfriend wanted to beat him up, and I was like "Yeah! I would! Do it!" but I knew he wouldn't, and then I went home, and started searching Craigslist for bikes, and got so, so angry at the overpriced pieces of crap and the people selling them, then I went to bed.

Sunday (far too early) I got a text from Jess saying "let's go for a run" and then a phone call later (still too early) saying let's go for a run" so I got up, ate, faffed around, went to the Nike store and bought a new running outfit (I look like Snake Eyes, but in white,) took a bus up to a used bike store on Main, but the bus went the wrong way so I had to walk lost for like 30 minutes, then bought an old beater bike for like a million dollars (I'll get it in a couple of weeks, after it gets re-built) and then I took the bus to Jess's place, we ran 11.09 (exactly, yes) km and then I went out for a goodbye dinner, just Bob and I, before he leaves for lands unknown, and then I went home and cleaned a bit, cleaned myself, ate some more, faffed around, then I went to bed.

All in all, quite productive. Except for the drinking until 5 am.

I'm excited about my new bike though. It's a road bike. It's going to get me from a) to b) in a manner befitting my new ninja outfit: quickly and stealthily. It's going to get me to work in sub 20 minutes, and it's going to help me cross-train my slowly improving legs. I actually have quads now, it's quite nice. Where my skinny chicken climber legs used to be, there are now two reasonably skinny person legs.

I've been meaning to write down so many things I've overheard, during my walks and bus trips. One thing I remember, that actually made me laugh out loud (more at my own reply, really,) was this guy who was petting a big Weinermanarian that his friend was dog-sitting, and says, "It's so tame!" Immediately I thought of the primary definition of the word "Tame", which is

tame (tam)
adj. tam•er, tam•est
    1. Brought from wildness into a domesticated or tractable state.

And I thought: "Of course it's tame, it's a family pet. How many F wild Weinerananers have you seen, running around the forest?"

It's not like he was petting a tiger sitting quietly on the sidewalk.

Sadly my derision was slightly diminished because I also knew of the other, lesser definitions of "tame", which include 3. Submissive; docile; fawning. Which could apply. But anyway, if you'd been there, and heard the dopey, overzealous tone of voice, you'd have thunk the same summary thought I did. "Moron."

No. Well. Maybe you wouldn't have.

mo•ron (môron, mor-)
n.
1. A stupid person; a dolt.
2. Psychology A person of mild mental retardation having a mental age of from 7 to 12 years and generally having communication and social skills enabling some degree of academic or vocational education. The term belongs to a classification system no longer in use and is now considered offensive.

I love that. "The term belongs to a classification system no longer in use and is now considered offensive." Some psychologist actually was using the term Moron in a technical manner.

"Mr. O'toole, your test results have come back, and I'm sorry but... You are a Moron."

"A moron!? Spare me the technical mumbo-jumbo, doc. Just tell it to me straight."

I just read your Aug 12 update - Ian, 2009-08-27, 12:31:16 and read how the horse-kick-to-the-face story was a lie. You need to be a little less subtle with the sarcasm because I can't tell. B/C I went and told the world how my buddy Mitch got clocked by a horse's hind leg and only had a few stitches on the eye, because he's nearly Superman. Oh well, you're still my hero.