Out and about in the real world and I run across some Halloween decorations that amused me. In the store today, I found hound and cat skeletons.
In all my relocation and trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing on this rock of ours (news flash: I still have no farking clue), I apparently missed my 3 year blogiversary with WordPress (by about 2.5 months). Heh! Preoccupied much?
This originally started out as a place where I could geek out about WoW and riding motorcycles. On the heart front, it’s seen me go from happily married to accepting it’s time to move on (though I hadn’t really posted a lot on that subject). On the home front, it’s seen me living in FL, then *poof*, gone and mysteriously in Oregon and already looking for a new place to live. On the motorcycle front, it’s seen me and the bike through all kinds of fun and not-so-fun times and (though I haven’t posted the details) driving across the entire US from FL to OR. On the WoW front, it’s seen me wasting time chasing ridiculous achievements, destroying a guild that I once considered family, server transferring my toons to a more active server cluster and guild (almost a parallel to my cross-country relocation), become a raider (and eventually an assistant raid-lead), and then slide back into the background of the green text. I didn’t think this would become a living entity of sorts. It’s been a source of new friendships and another place to connect with existing friends.
So here we are. Three years in. Here’s to at least 3 more.
Since leaving central FL on 2017/05/13, I’ve effectively stopped playing WoW. I’ve logged in on occasion to handle mail, auctions, kick off missions (until I ran out of resources), occasionally try the Mimiron’s Head and Ashes of Al’ar runs on a toon or three, and claim the pets/mounts that I’ve collected via the WoW shop. However, I have not really played. I’ve missed 7.2, class mounts, and Tomb of Sargeras (yes I can still enjoy the content, but it’s old news). Patch 7.3 is out now, and I’m about to be relocating again.
There’s nothing witty to be said here. This is simply some awesome design and fabrication work.
There are some nights where you just have to go anywhere except to an actual destination (in otherwords, nowhere in particular). These are the nights where you just pick a direction and ride.
Monday was a company gathering at a local Red Robin burger joint. The food was great, but I was looking at the prices on the menu and thought of the scene in Pulp Fiction between Mia and Vincent.
- Vincent: Did you just order a fifteen dollar burger?
- Mia: Sure did.
- Vincent: A burger? Bits of dead cow and bread?
- Mia: Uh-huh.
- Vincent: It costs fifteen dollars?
- Mia: Yep.
- Vincent: It doesn’t come with a shot of bourbon with it or anything?
- Waitor: Nope.
- Vincent: Just checking.
Once the food arives…
- Vincent: Goddamn! That’s a pretty fuckin’ good hamburger.
- Mia: Told ya.
- Vincent: I don’t know if it’s worth fifteen dollars, but it’s pretty fuckin’ good.
Typical office hob-nobbing then I hit the road for home. The proximity of the toll-road makes it the most convenient way to head home.
What I forgot about was the small span of road that goes over Lake Monroe. Woof! The moths, love bugs, and mosquitoes are gargantuan over that bit of SR 417. They also feed on lake animals, which means their guts smell like fish that have been left in the sun for about 2 hours. I get about 20 yards (18 meters for the other 95% of the world) down the causeway and have to hold a hand up to deflect the onslaught of death and vision obstruction. Before I even make it halfway across the lake, the stench hits me. I’m glad I have a strong stomach. Otherwise there would have been a fifteen dollar hamburger lining the inside of my helmet.
I must remember to avoid that stretch of 417 during the summer.
Over the weekend, we were “hunkering down” for the coming apocalypse that was Tropical Storm Erika. There was a ton of rain over the weekend, so I spent most of my time playing on the computer.
The motorcycles were just chilling out in the garage, for the most part. There was a window of clear weather on Sunday that allowed me to mow the jungle that was my lawn. It even gave me a chance to hop on the bike (had to get more gas for the mower).
There is nothing that needs to be said about how much awesome is contained in this 27 seconds.
Hehe, my lemming march is loud and breezy. And very invigorating.
- Doesn’t matter that I am heading to the slave pit. I’m on the scoot.
- Doesn’t matter that I’m almost flattened by folks who allow their FuB/Twitter feed to be their copilot. I’m rocking the 2 wheeler.
- Doesn’t matter that it might rain on the way to the office. I’m feeling the world first hand.
If you haven’t guessed, my commute is made infinitely better by riding, regardless of the destination, the asshats out to kill me, or the weather’s attempt to undermine my soul.
Today my trusty Sportster got an outting. She was as happy as our dogs are when we take them out for a walk.
There really is no point to this post, I’m just in a damned good mood. So I figured I’d post a “feel good for no good reason” post.
I know that it’s a big sales game. Get folks to trade in their bikes for bigger / better / newer / faster / niftier / whatever. They get to sell the old bike for more than it’s worth and they get to turn over lots of equipment.
I got that call today. “Hey have you heard the new bikes are ready?” Or rather “Hey wanna play the sales game with us?”
I’m not quite ready to turn Sonja over just yet. I haven’t done any real long distance on her yet. The longest trip was just a couple hundred miles over a weekend.
Hell, I still need to cartoon-ize the bike and photo-hack the picture into one of my WoW screen shots of a toon on one of the motorcycle mounts.