i am indisposed

Smella and I were wandering around Reno’s Lovely Summit Sierra Mall on New Years day. I got to say the idea of an open air mall in Reno is stupid. Parking in the middle and stores on the perimiter. What kind of bonehead likes that?!?!?! It’s just another shopping center! LAMENESS!! On a blustery night like tonight the first thing I want to do is walk from the Dillards we-don’t-cary-men’s-size-12-in-anything department store to Tilly’s all cotton emporium of predistressed crap in a blizzard.

Anyway, the trip wasn’t a total loss. Cought a snapper of this dandy headless douchebag out front of Hollister. WTF is Hollister anyway? A crappy town in Monterey county? What else? WTF Cares!! I think I’ll start a line of pseudo-preppy rags and name it after the slack-jawed San Joaquin Grape town of Reedley and try to convince the natty-ice swilliny FRATeratti that it’ll get them laid. Now THAT’s a brand!

-M

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Cyclist hit by car in downtown Reno, Nevada.

Callie hit by car

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One thing I worry about as I ride my bike around town is getting hit by a car. That’s why I wear a hard shell bmx/freeride helmet.

The thing I worry about even more is someone I love getting hit by a car, since my wife, sisters, brother-in-law and most of my friends ride around town a lot.

That second fear materialized yesterday when I got a call from my sister saying she got T-Boned by a car on her bike. She was riding East on Fourth Street when a westbound car turning south onto Lake hit her at the front wheel. She went over the car, by far the preferable vector, hit the windshield with her helmeted head and onto the ground. Hit her head twice, both times protected by the helmet. She said she remembered the impacts and that they didn’t hurt at all. The helmet is in ok shape. Scuffed and cracked a little. Certainly needs to be replaced.

The driver and several others stopped immeadiately, called police and EMTs. They patched her up with bandages, though she wasn’t actually bleeding anywhere. Everything on the wrap-up went well. The driver got a ticket and has insurance.

Her bike is a little messed up. The front wheel bearings are running rough indicating a bent axle, which means that the carbon forks are ruined. The rear wheel is out of true and the driveside chainstay is bent. Various other scratches and scuffs, but not horrible. She can’t ride it at least.

I had prepared a lecture for her about wearing a helmet, but thankfully she had already started wearing one regularly. For those of you who think a helmet can’t help you in a car-bike collision: you’re dead fucking wrong.

-M

I heard on channel 8 news from Ann Cutler (I’d change that If I were you, too close you know…) that there was a crash @ Liberty and Sinclair necessitating “extrication.” So naturally I rushed out to get a looksee.

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It’s hard to say when it all began. Things grade into each other like biscuits rising on a pan that’s too small. Some adaptations aren’t nearly perfect. It may have started when I fell off the ladder.

But you could say that climbing the ladder was the beginning, or when my ladder left the factory with too few rivets securing the little rubber feet that are supposed to keep the whole thing from crashing down upon you. But that may have been years ago and continents away from the little patch of dirt in my yard toward which I was just beginning to fall.

I had climbed the ladder to remove the old semi attached and rusting antenna. There was nothing on the main channels anyway, and only the buzz and apparition of something, but probably nothing, on channel two, which never comes in that well anyway.
So I decided to get rid of it all more or less; take down the whole damn thing and rip off the wire that dangled down the roof line and poked in a cracked window. It was all an eyesore. What can you do? I could tell how it was going to end, that much was clear.
The bucket I was carrying was heavy and full of tools and tar. To keep them from hitting me when I landed I let them pull me down to the dirt where I’d be injured for sure. How bad was the only thing up in the air. But the antenna at least was gone. All the channels I could already tell were the same, only static and gray noise. Every color but one. The color of dirt and the smell of roofing tar.

-M

Read in the RGJ today about the two sites for a proposed Minor league ball park. One site is downtown and one is on the Grand Sierra Resort. First con listed in the sidebar for the downtown site is:

“A sold-out game will generate 1,000 vehicle trips downtown, assuming 4,000 take the bus, walk, taxi or a bicycle, according to the traffic study.”

Then there are the typical knowitall comments criticizing Renoites for driving too much and calls for more parking. But holy crap! If we can get 5000 people to go to an event downtown and have 4000 (that’s four fifths) of them leave their cars @ home it would be freaking awesome!

You can’t swing a dead cat downtown without hitting a parking garage. I can’t see paying tax dollars for redundant parking under the assumption that people are too worthless to walk from the Silver Pleagueacy to 2nd and Evans. At some point it’s got to be cheaper to telecast the game so people don’t have to leave their homes.

-M

completely unrelated photo of me provided @ no extra charge.

Now here we go dropping science dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town like when you’re driving a Range Rover

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Read two interesting letters to the editor today. This is why we need to teach children about the scientific method in school. Was the bible peer reviewed? Where is the journal of world miracle healing? Where is the methods section of the new testament where I can read about the Lazarus who received no help from Christ, or maybe received help from a heathen named Moe posing as Christ? It’s called a library dude. When did you go to school (even high school) when you didn’t have to learn to do research?

Then this guy apparently still thinks his great, great, great, great, great grandmother was a monkey. I’m thinking it’s a little closer than that. The fact that his wife agrees with him might just bring a glow of the traditional warmth to my heart that often reminds me that the advent of a mechanical dishwasher has degraded the family values of our nation thus spawning music videos, lower back tattooing and homosexuality.

Back it up Cletus no one is saying you are related to a monkey.Well I guess I’m saying that, but still, check it out.

-M

Like Galileo dropped the orange.

I thought what happened in Vegas Stayed in Vegas? WTF did MS:NBC out this pathetic fuck? immoral? Wrong? Huh? Almost makes you wonder what people think about freedom these days. Is TBS Discriminatory against Jews cause of the pork?

On another note: This was my last beer until July. Rode to the end of the bike path in sparks then downtown and up to Virg/Sierra and down. Good ride on a fixie. Picked up this 22ouncer on the way home.

I’ve got the Tour de Nez and Fears, Tears and Beers this month to attend, participate and enjoy sans brews. I’m not too concerned about it.

-M

“I have a black son, I wonder if he’s mad that I’m working today,” the 40something white woman says.
The 50something overweight lesbian laughs on her way to the fridge.

It’s not so much that it’s a bummer that I’m working on MLK’s day, or that I know the baconstrippers are probably out riding in the snow whilst I toil, it’s the fact that my ipod, the instrument with which I drown out the above bullshit, is sitting at home plugged in, updated and charging.

-M

no aged lesbians or middle aged white women were harmed in the writing of this blog post.

I’ve become a fan, if not of Franklin Mint Dolls, certainly of the conversations those wierdos have with each other.

I got the strangest one yet today. It took me a while but I came up with a response.

Wish I had a picture to post. Perhapse one of the zero fans of this blog could photoshop something for me…

-M