Prosthetically Hip

What does .oooo(OOO\L(OOOOO\L(O||\\||\\\\((8ooo((8oooo))boOoooooo)boOooooooooo///•••••___•••CCO(- mean to you?

To me, it doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot, unless you add the appropriate Cascading Style Sheets, then you get this:

View the source, I shit you not. Hell, select all of it and copy/paste it. This was done by Román Cortés, clearly a man with too much time on his hands. Ned Batchelder did a nice job of animating the process.

In other news, Portishead’s Third is growing on me.

Last night marked my grand return to hashing. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to do it lately - from the DST switch to Sunday afternoons/evenings, to the busted tailbone, to the busted knee.

It’s been a while.

Anyways, the hash started went a little something like this (errors included):

 
This translated to ~4.2 miles. Considering how long I haven’t run and why, I think I did damn well - I even beat a number of people (it’s not a race, but at least I wasn’t DFL (Dead Fucking Last)). And ohsweetmercifulcrap, my legs aren’t even anywhere near sore. That’s goddamnfuckingamazing.

And the bastards finally did it - they named me. So now, when running, please refer to me as Pastor Bait-Her™.

I don’t remember when this happened, but I still think it’s funny, and wanted to share. Apparently it originally was cycling-related and had a photo, but I’m guessing I didn’t type and/or save that part.

Too bad, so sad.

me: i walked into a fire hydrant yesterday. it hurt. bad.
harley: hahaha
harley: dunbass
harley: er, nevermind
me: way to spell.
me: heh
me: almost had me.
harley: so close!!

School, as it turns out, is not out forever.

This past Wednesday marked my second week back at school. Class is only an hour long, and once a week. Plus, there are a few other friends in the class, which I must admit make it better. I haven’t been to school since 2001 (1/2 semester in English), and before that it was ‘98.

But I’m not doing this for me - I’m doing this for Bosceaux. Bea and I, Kate and Neptune, and Cookie have enrolled our respective pups ( Bosceaux, Drexel, and Chachere (that’s Sash-er-ee for you non-Louisianians ) into obedience school. I’ve noticed an improvement in Bosceaux already, and have adapted how I handle him.

And how can you resist this? I already know that a certain someone is hatching evil plans to dognap him.

 
Bosceaux photos will be posted here as they are taken.

Sonny and I are going to Planet Houston™ to see Dethklok play with Soilent Green on July 4. Metal.

I took the plunge, and ported the # from my Sprint phone to my work BlackBerry. It’ll be nice to only have to (drunkenly) keep track of one phone.

Nothing against Sprint - I’ve been with them for 7 years or so now (thanks Roger), and I’ve been overall pretty happy with them. I did just look at my Feb bill and notice that I was ~200 minutes over equating to over $100 in extra charges (40¢/minute)!

Anyways, if you had my 940 cell #, delete it. I ain’t be havin’ no none more.

Well, it would appear that I have taken a bit of a blog vacation as of late - there’s been much going on, and I really haven’t felt much like writing.

So, I’ll dedicate one new post per event/happening over the next few days to catch up.

Up first (in non-chronological / importance-level):

I’ve joined a kickball team: Pal’s Lounge Hooked on Tonics. While riding a bike is comfortable on my knee, running isn’t quite there yet. The few practices I’ve been to, the kicking has not been an issue and I find I can slowly/moderately jog around the bases without discomfort. But even then, I can’t do it too many times.

While in the infield, I’ve been spending a good bit of time on the pitcher’s mound, which I find to be a bit odd - I am, afterall, a belly-itcher. It’s actually a hard position, but I enjoy it so far.

Sunday afternoons in Audubon Park with Highlife is hardly a bad time.

I just clipped my toenails.

All ten of them.

By myself.

This is an accomplishment.

I’n currently on Earhart, not moving. Why? Stupid fucking rush hour.

For a long time, I’ve said that traffic congestion is worse than genocide. You can really only fully kill a group of people off once, and traffic is everywhere.

When was the last time you banged your fists in anger and aggravation over Darfur? How about your steering wheel over traffic?

At least I have Radiohead and my crackberry. Heh, I initially mis-spelled crackberry as “crackbert”. Looks like my phone has a name.

Well, one month ago tonight, I busted my knee open. When sitting, I can bring it to an almost 90° angle, and when walking, I’d say I’m down to a smaller limp. Stairs, however, make me feel like I should have been cast in Freaks.

Usually throughout the day, I gradually stretch the ligament instead of the three times a day the orthopedist asked. I will sometimes do the stronger stretch, but I think the slow-cook method seems to be working quite well. Don’t get me wrong, I think the recovery is going well - I just can’t wait to get on a bike again, and I think that day nears, my friends.

Till next time:

The picture doesn’t accurately show the swelling that remains.