KingLou Drops Science 2.0

Tonight as I was pounding through some major desk clearing in an effort to procrastinate on the real work at hand, namely writing sketches, Jodi got a phone call. She seemed very excited and when she got off the phone I asked her why she was so excited. Turns out that a new board member at her job donated $250K to finish the rennovations. Big news indeed. Very exciting. But for some reason instead of just saying that she went into a long winded explaination of how the guy just joined the board and the conversations that happened with this guy and on and on about how I just don't understand how new this guy is and so on. I was trying to pay bills and was feeling pressed for time and started to get the point of the story like 10 words into it so after like a minute I gave Jodi the "let's pick it up" rolling finger gesture. This of course pissed her off to no end. And with good reason. It was a total dick move. I tell her boring shit all the time and she listens. I apologized but all I really wanted was to get back to my stuff so I ended up sounding insencere. I hate it when Jodi compares me unfavorably to people but man did she sound like someone she wouldn't want to be compared to. Either way it was shitty thing for me to do. For someone who loves to tell stories I sure am not fond of listening to other peoples. So that is all. I am a total asshole.

I bought a video game about 6 weeks ago. It was during the early phase of having moved into my mom's house for the bathroom fixin'. The game in question is Full Spectrum Warrior a real time, strategy war game. I didn't bring my xBox with me to my moms house but I figured I would wait it out not knowing that I would be there 5 weeks. Fastforward to last night when I first started playing the game. I started around 10pm when my wife went to sleep. I always try to wait until she goes to sleep because if I don't the simple sight of me playing the video games either makes her want to be productive and make me look and feel bad or makes her so bored and disgusted that she gets sleepy and goes into the bedroom. These are my intepretations and I am sure she would say I was crazy and way off base. I am only basing these observations on over a decade of knowing her. Anyway, I started at 10pm and 5 hours later I had to turn it off. I was doing pretty well and in the video game zone when time slips by in chunks makred by deaths and level restarts. So around 3am I slipped into the sheets. at 8:30 Sunday morning I woke up and felt okay but I should have known that it was going to be a mentally rough one. 5 hours of sleep, video game jonesing, baby & wife who wants to "Get some things done" equal classic "Lou is in a bad mood" day. And true to form I was a total asshole. Incapable of expressing my displeasure except for glares and the occassional exclaimation of disbelief. And there were plenty of exclaimations. I mellowed out by the time Six Feet Under came on. Then Jodi when to sleep and I played another 3 hours of the fucking game. But I am close to half done with it so that is good news. Jodi and I went on a walk today and discovered a playground at the end of Altantic Avenue. Right next to the BQE onramp. It was deserted but very new and cool looking. Basketball court, sprinklers and some other new style park amenities. Not a soul in sight on a Sunday afternoon. I assume they were all at the gay pride parade. Fags. I kid. I Kid. At the other end of the playground was an exit to a street we;d never been on. It was all very old looking. almost frozen in time. It was lines with small stores, still open, and people eating and chatting. I don't even recall the name of the street ut it was a nice surprise. Then we crossed under the BQE and walked along the very industrial and barren street that runs under the the BQE all the way to the ferry landing at the Brooklyn Bridge. Some of the buildings right before the bridge are very interesting and still have vestiges of their original purposes. Door hinges and stranger metal slots left behind from an age of industry. Now just relics in the shadow of the fuckin' Jehovah's Witlesses. It was pretty cool. Correction from yesterdays post. The apartment we thought was sold for $679 was not. In fact what I got in the mail was an add saying that another place in the building was for sale. I guess people are cashing in with the interest rates creeping up and people once again predicting that the real estate market is about to bust. Whatever.

Finally back in the homestead in Brooklyn! It only took 5 weeks and $15,000. Gulp! The good news in that the work is great. Totally pro job. I am pleased. A while back I may have mentioned that the people who live 2 floors up were selling their apartment, which is about 4-6 square feet larger than ours, for $700,000. We thought that was a fanciful price to ask. It's almost twice what we paid 3 years ago. The main difference is the kitchen was widened & remodeled (our kitchen is thin) and the babies room is a little longer. Other than that it's pretty much the same. I just got a card in the mail from Corcoran, the real estate leeches that helped sell us this place, that said the upstairs apartment sold for $679K. BOING!!!!!! That is really crazy. So do we sell??? The answer, no. Anyway, it's nice to know what we have incase I hit a hot streak in Vegas and need to sign away the house on a roll of them sweet bones. "Awwww. shit! Boxcars! My wife is going to kill me!" My mom is selling however. She finally pulled the trigger on her fantasy to move to New England and is selling the luxurious penthouse apartment that my brother and I grew up in. Her plan: Sell NYC penthouse, buy old outside/new inside house in Massachucetts. Rent apartment in NY for 3 years until it's time to move to MA. Rent out house in MA until she's ready to move in. It sucks for me but I guess it's good for her. I guess. I won't say I am not disappointed that I won't be living in that apartment later in my life. I'd rather inherit that apt than a house in MA. Here's my feeling on MA. I love the sports teams from there. Specifically the baseball team to a fault. But the people I have met there have been 80% super jerkoffs. I know people will say that I am crazy or a jerkoff myself but that's been my experience. So, she'll be moving there and thats that. Sucks. Jodi and I went to go see Neo Tokyo Girl Crush 2040 on friday. It's a comedy show based on anime archetypes that is playing at the UCB. It was really great and best of all it had Ace in it. The show was written and stars Dyna Mo a friend who used to coach my improv group, Gunshow. About 6 months ago she asked me if she could use Ace in her upcoming show. Then about 2 months ago we did the shoot and now it's up on screen four times a month. Ace plays a demon who is trying to coerce an american to sleep with his minion so he can come to earth and destroy the world. He was well received by the audience who, I would say, loved the shit out of the show. At the end of the show Jodi and I were thanked for making Ace. I went back stage afterwards and everyone was super nice about Ace. I felt extremely out of place as I milled around with the cast for a total of 45 seconds. I was definitely not included in the post show chatter, that special bonding that happens to a group of people that have just come off stage. It's really off-putting to people who aren't in the show. I find that in general people who come to see you perform want to talk to you right after the show and they don't comprehend that for about 5-10 minutes after the show all the performers can do is talk about the show amoungst themselves. Especially with comedy. This was really evident to me as after I said hello and everyone was nice to me I paused a second and lost the rooms focus so whan I said "Okay. Everyone, great show. See you guys later." I was met with zero. No one heard me. They were all absorbed in the show. So I headed out. It didn't dampen my feeling. It was a great show and I have been in that post-show-zone. Perhaps now I will be more aware of it and try not to be so focused on the show afterwards but on my fans. After all, isn't them I am doing it for? Actually no but whatever. Special thanks to Dan Winckler for his mighty umbrella that shielded me outside the UCB as we waited too long in a torrential downpour. Thank you again. You did such a great job you may continue to hold the rain from me in the future. Kudos. Week 2 of my job at Columbia has come to an end. So far so good... I think. I am having a lot of lunch with Dan Goldstein. I am such a talking maniac sometimes. Okay, all the time. Anyway, I am starting to get alittle concerned about how to re-organize the office with the guy who is leaving still working there. His system makes about as much sense as a mountain of junk. He is the only person who knows where all the cables and cords and plugs and locks and stuff are. That has to change and soon. I have an idea..... Working on it.....

What a day. I was giddy all day. It started with this thread I was reading on Something Awful. Seriously funny stuff. I was stuck on the topic all day. Work was typical. Stuff left undone by the guy who got me the job is plentiful. Projectors left unrepaired, video left undigitized, projects not started. I have been kicking that stuff into high gear. Or what equals high gear for me. I havebeen feeling kind of good about moving forward with stuff. Sent back some video projectors that had been sitting around for almost a year. Turns out they were under warranty all along and could have been repaired when the broke in October. Why they weren't sent back is anyones guess. Also got laptop cases for the portable computers. The first guy I gave a laptop in the case was super happy. He said everyone had been bitching about carrying all those cables and stuff for years. Bad thing at work. Carlos, the guy who is leaving mid-august, stank up the room we work in with some major gas. It smelled like he ate a pound of sulfur for lunch. It burned out my nose in a major way. Improv rehearsal went well tonight. The sketch show is shaping up well. Improv part of the night went totally insane again. I was pretty happy with it. Snippets of the night: Video Game stolen by spy, robots come to play video games, man has problem with shitting because he is being force fed ExLax everytime he drives to Trenton, NJ, Kids go crazy for super soda, man is trapped in cage and is tormented for knowledge of video games is eventually killed by kill who has drank too much soda, kids are making a D&D module, a man begs for death because of his addiction to going to Trenton for ExLax, a family is driving when they are attacked by a man with a shitting problem. Going to try and make it to Dyna Mo's show tomorrow. Hooray! Then we move back to Brooklyn on Saturday.Back to our house of creaks and squeaks.

My brother said he's be home last night to walk the dogs. I ended up walking them at 12:30am. Tonight my brother told me that he was going to stay at his girlfriends house. Jodi and I were hoping to have one night together this week to go out for some dinner alone. Tonight was the the only possibility. So there went that idea. Here are some pictures of Ace Am I the only person who doesn't understand why they seem to have made the new King Arthur movie with props from a movie about the Roman empire? And since when did Gweniveir start shooting arrows and being a bad ass. That's not the legend. That's some dumb emporwerd woman bullshit. Work is getting better. Starting to make some of my ideas stick. Following up on some stuff. Next I have to get my healtth insurance going. This whole, massive institution thing has me confabled! Sleepy. Going sleep. Bye.

I had a nice fathers day. Went to my Aunt & Uncles house in Riverdale. Saw a bunch of cousins. Ace was on his best behavior. It was a gorgeous day. All was well. It almost makes me not want to mention my crazy stomach attack. We got to Riverdale and I had to go to the bathroom like crazy. Major grossness. It was seriously a painful situation. Ate some seconds of bakes french toast and had to go again. Total knee buckling cramps. After that I was okay. An especially nice treat was hanging with my cousin Amanda who lives in Ghana right now. She's a big time world traveller and adventurer. Always full of stories about how crazy the places she lives are. Funny stuff. Another reason the day was less than stellar was the fact that we waited until the last minute to try and figure out the new car seat. It lead to a lot of anger on my part. Finally figureed it out in time to be an hour late to brunch. After that we drove all the way to Queens to visit our favorite Target. It's in a crazy giant building that also has a Macy's, Best Buy and a bunch of other shit. I was feeling like total shit. Even though I drank a Vitamin Water Energy (a pale 2nd to Arizona Energy) I felt like I might be able to lie down and fall asleep in the store. It was rough. We left $260+ lighter. Notbad considering last time we left $500 down. Saw a TV commercial just now for some Kentucky Fried Chicken that comes in "Collectable" Dale Earnhard Jr. buckets. WHO THE FUCK WILL COLLECT THEM? I guess the goal would be to collect ones that never held vile chicken in it. One last shitty thing. We dropped our target booty off at the house which we thought we were moving back to tomorrow night. Turns out that the house is not that close to being ready. Jodi got super angry. She is determined to get out of my moms house ASAP. The workers say they should be done tomorrow and that Jodi can clean. I guess we'll see. I won't be able to help. I have work then shrink. Sigh.. Also, did I mention that my mom announced that she is probably going to sell the apartment that I grew up in so she can buy her dream retirement home in Marblehead, MA? Well it's true. In about 6 months the place I lived in from 4-18 and then from 26-31 and a bunch of other times will be put on the market. Very sad. What bugs me is that some rich asshole is going to buy this beautiful apartment. I guess that will make my mom a rich asshole. Good for her, bad for me. Anyway, I had a good Fathers Day. I am glad I'm a dad.

Alright! I lived through the week. It was a weird one. Mainly felled with long hours trying to figure out exactly what the Hell my new job is. Turns out it's a fucking busy fucking job with a million responsibiliies disquised as a job where you sit around and do nothing. Good things: I got my G5. Whoo! Unfortunately it doesn't seem so fast to me. I guess I am not really putting it thru it's paces. I really could have used any computer they gave me but the fact that Eric demanded the G5 somehow is pretty great. The bad news is that Macs are virtually unsupported. Almost no new software in years. Since I am there and complaining about the software they might actually upgrade the stuff but I am not holding my breath. More good things: The school benefits are right around the corner. Crazy discounts at B&H, travel, classes and more. I am excited. Bad things: I have now been told more times than I care to believe that I will go crazy in this job and learn to be a serious asshole. Everyone I meet has the same "Fuck them if they can't follow the rules" attitude. There can be no exceptions or they won't follow them. I have a hard time with this because I hate rules but that is the way it goes. More Bad things: Everyone keeps saying "You're the boss. You can change anything you want" and that makes me really nervous and freaked. My only goal right now is to make the podiums and room set ups as tamper-proff as possible so people can't fuck with them. It's the #1 reason I will be called to classrooms I am told because people don't put things back fucking them up for others. Hooray. Even More bad things: Carlos, my man assistant is leaving in August and I can't get more than 30 seconds of his attention. He is on the phone, surfing the web, going to lunch, etc. I am trying to figure out where everything is and when I ask I get fragments of sentences. When I ask him about problems he just says that thats the way they do things. It's very frustrating. The weekend is here and I am going to try to bask in the whole Father's Day glow. Other news. Looks like my bathroom rennovation should be done on Monday. After a month here on the Upper West Side of Manhattan we'll be moing back to Brooklyn. Hooray. Down side: I will be 45 mins from my job instead of 15. Good side. No dogs. We also get to borrow my mom's sweet new volvo station wagon to move back. I smell a trip to Target!

So today, eight hours from now, I will be stepping into my new job. I am freaking out. Not in a serious way. I don't think I will lose sleep. More like just doing the mental rundown of all that could go wrong. Fearing that I will not be able to beat those learning sleepies. Due to my anxiety I was a total ass today. Just crabby as fuck. Ace was not helping because he has a tooth coming in. He was crabby! Jodi just got her first major visit from aunt flo since having the baby. She was crabby. It was a crab fest and not the good kind from Maryland. Dogs are back from their weekend vacation with my mom to Massachucetts. They are kind of screwed because they can't get into the kitchen while Buster is still locked in there. We're still not sure Buster will not piss all over my brother's bed again if we let him out. Ace continues to be a hit in the show he is in (as a demon bee video segement.) The woman who put him in the show says that she'll make a special show graphic when the show plays on his birthday. I have been posting to the Something Awful forums for a little over a week now. Not very satisfying so far. Must go to bed.

I am regretting not taking more time off inbetween jobs. My new job starts monday. The truth is that I would have squandered those extra days away with lollygagging and general time dribbling that I am such a master of. So it's probably best that I didn't take those extra days off. Plus when I have days off and my wife has to work she gets kind of "What did you do with that time?" Not in so many words but that general vibe is given off. I had a new work related dream. Can't remember the gist but it was not a stress dream. I am trying not to think about what it will be like. That's my big downfall. The pre-thinking of horrors. I think scientology is the answer. I have about three sketches that I have basically written in my mind but I have been putting it off for some reason. My main reason is that I am not home and I would have to write on this ibook of Jodi's. The one I am using to write this blog entry. But for some reason I feel like if I start writing my sketches she'll want to use the computer and bust my flow. It's all internal self-defeating bullshit. I don't know if other people have this specific behavior but when I sit down to write sketch or have to learn something I am afraid of loearning I get sleepy. Not like faking sleepy but actualy sleepy. Like so sleepy that I will fall asleep at work if I am being forced to train on some machine or whatever that I don't want to learn. The same sleepiness happens when I try to write sketch comedy. Not always but enough to be a problem. I will bed writing at a good clip and suddenly I get sleepy. Just exhausted. I need to have a coke or an Arizona Energy RX to stay up. I find it maddening. Today my cat disappeared behind the kitchen stove here in my mom's house. I totally freaked. That is a totally inaccessable area. I was pretty sure I'd never get him out of there. It turns out there is easay access to the cabinets beneath the kitchen sink right there. We were really afraid that he had crawled up in there and died but when I opened the kitchen sink cabinets there he was. Meow meow meow. We have him locked up in the kitchen because he pissed on my brothers bed again. Previously we had him locked up in the bathroom but that just makes the bathroom reek like piss, too. Buster likes to shoot his litter around, too. So it's not possible to use that bathroom barefoot if he's locked up there. Now to enter something random from my notebook: You sent my resume to Clown College?

Gunshow performed our last show at Above Kleptomania last night. It was kind of a weird vibe. We were short 2 members and were given too much time. We did a shortened set for the people who stayed. Is there anything worse than allowing the audience to leave after any show if there is more show coming? I don't think so. If you give the audience a chance to leave after their friends part of the show has finnished then they most certainly will leave. It used to happen to us all the time at the old performace space above the old porno shop. It was crazy. Somehow last night the audience left and some returned. We appreciated it. And we did a pretty decent show. Opened with true stories about our lives. Did the following scenes from them: 1) Selling foreign brekdance magazine for unknown currency. 2) Woman has trouble with stroller 3) Making friends with beef jerky (aka Armadillo leprsoy????) 4) Date with a weird guy 5) Kung Fu talent contest There was something else that I am forgetting. The show was a short 18 mins. but I am not one who believes in torturing the audience with self-indulgent crap. UNless of course it's awesome self-indulgent crap. Afterwards I hung out with Erik M & Armando at eth Bullmoose. It was fun. Armando was in rare talkity spirits and was being very attentive. Hanging with the big guy can be a hit or miss affair. They last time I saw him he was either really drunk or pretending to be so to a degree where I couldn't tell. We did some bits at the moose that were pretty good. Lots of awesome yes-and-ing. Today we found out that we're going to be staying here at my mom's house for another week. Kind of a drag but at least it means that I'll be crazy close to my new job for a week.It'sll be like a 10 min train ride rather than a 40 min ride. Thats a savings of 30 min! And everyone knows I love saving min! In really bad news my back is killing me. Defintely need to go back in for a nother set of back injections. BOOOOO!!!! I need to see what my new job insurance says about that. Sigh.

Last day of working at Edgeworx passed relatively quietly. I sent out a humorous email letting people know already that I was done there. I had a few sad farewells. They ended the day with a surprise. I was caught off guard as I heard "Thanks for everything, Lou" and I turned around to see everyone I worked with for the past year standing behind my desk. They then presented ,e with a bowl full of Ice Cream Sandwhiches and froze fruit. It was sweet. I think my favorite part was when I told the girls in the SNL room that I was leaving. They acted like I punched them in the face or told them I had cancer. Maybe even both. They were actually freaked out. Everyone wanted me to make sure to bring Ace by the office. No promises. I have a full time job now! It was crazy hot today. Close to 100. Besides all the sweating I have to say I was mesmorized by the display of women today. It was glorious. Sundresses and mini-skirts galore. Boobs hanging out of the shirt. I tell you.... It was a great day for appreciating the womenly form. I know that is piggish of me but lordy how I love the ladies in summer. Had improv rehearsal at Dan Wincklers apartment tonight. It was fun but weird in that there was only 3 people there total and we had to coach ourselves. We had some good scenes. Nothing awesome but a good mental workout. So tired now..... sleep beckons.

Life is not actually sucking but I just like to perpetuate the idea that I am miserable all the time. Watched "Last Comic Standing" tonight. Watched as a guy who used to be in my improv group was chosen for the semi-finals. It was nice to see. He's a funny guy. Not so into the whole improv group other than something to do but pretty fucking talented. He and I never really hit it off to well because my first meeting with him involved his insisting that I grab his balls. Insisting over and over that I grab them. I did not. It was a weird and off-putting first impression. As his stand-up career took off his improv appearances dropped off. Who can blame him. I am still hating my moms dogs. They suck. Tomorrow is my last day of work at Edgeworx. I have mixed feelings. I liked the job but man oh man I was going broke working there. Now I am locked into the new job. I hope the increased pay will actually plug the money leak in my life. Buster continues to have the Urinary track infection. He peed on my brother bed, some of his towels, some plastic bags and who knows what else. I feel bad because we had to lock him in my brothers bathroom and now it totally stinks like cat piss. Horrid. I bought the Second City Almanac of Improv. It's a collection of notes and stories about improv and the like. Fun to read. Makes one wish that improv was something that you could do and actually make a living at besides teaching. It's tough. Making people laugh is like the only thing I have found worth doing in this shitty world. That and killinhg people. And playing video games. Got bad news on the bathroom reconstruction project today. Don't know what the bad news is but I think they underestimated the costs. Boo.

When I was growing up my parents had two animals. A dog a named Xeres, and a cat named Aslan. The cat, which I have vague recollections of, was a very smart and loving Siamese that fall to it's death from the apartment balcony when I was young. The dog, an afghan hound, was a serious idiot. Untrainable and unloved. My father had wanted it for some forgotten reason and like many things he forgot about it when it became a pain in the ass. So a lot of my growing up was with this shitty dog that no one really gave a shit about. My father decided at soon as I was able that it was my responsibility to walk this tall dog that could pull me, as it often did, into danger. He took huge dumps. This was in the days before picking up poop was an everyday thing. So, I was dragged around the block daily to watch this huge dog take massive craps and then bark at and sometimes lunbge at other dogs. It wasn't fun. Then later as I started to refuse this task my dad got really lazy about the dog and just throw him onto the terrance of our apartment to go to the bathroom. This is a large, wrap around terrace with great views and also a ton of dog shit. Huge piles left to calcify all over the place. Not even washed down the drain. Just left there. Then on days it was too cold and the dog wasn't shitting my dad would stick a match up it's butt to force it to force poop out. That is an especially wretched memory. When I wouldn't do it they would send Maria, the housekeeper, around the block with the dog. At night the dog was cooped up in the kitchen because he couldn't hold his bowels all night. Almost every morning I recall going to the kitchen with dread. I would open the door and peek into seehow much poop and pee would be on the floor. The amounts were astounding. Sometimes it was like islands of crap ins a sea of stinky yellow dog pee. I used to try and navigate the the ocean of urine to get my cereal in the morning. It sucked. One time I was making a sandwhich and I left the bag of wonderbread on the counter. There was only the heel of the bread in the bag. On second though there may have been nothing in the bag at all. I turned my back for a second, the fatal mistake that doomed many of my meals. When I turned back Xeres was eating the bag. The whole bag was slowing disappearing into his mouth and nothing I did could stop it. It was like living with a dog-goat. As he got older he got bad arthritis, he got lost a couple times, almost drowned in the ocean, almost wandered into traffic, bit some people and othe awesome stuff. He was just a really bad bad dog. When he died I was 13. It was very very sad. I had been attached to that dog Over the years we had some otherh animals. 2 cats, some gerbils and some fish. We talked about getting another dog but my dad was a one and out pet owner. "I already had a dog," he would say. "Why would I want another one?" After my dad moved out my mom eventually adopted a great mutt. Guiness is a great but retarded dog. He almost never makes noise, he always wants to be near you and is just sweet. My initial response to this dog was negative. My mom's friend had an aging dog who was awesome needed some companionship to help him stay active so my mom gave Guiness to her. So once again my mom was dogless. Then one day she came back from her weekend in the country and she called up to the apartment to ask for help getting stuff off the elevator. When the elevator arrived my to my horror there was a dog cage for a small dog. Sure enough, through some convoluited logic she had gotten a dog who was supposed to belong to some other young girls but that my mom would take care of them during the week. WHAT? This was all bullshit as the dog was just my moms and all that mental hopp jumping was just to justify the purchase of the dog. Then shortly after that she got a second dog. The same horrid kind of miniature teacup poodle. These dogs just suck. They have almost no redeeming qualities. The shoot unrequited love at my mom. She sokes it up. Everyone is forced to watch her pretend to scold them for being terrible. Barking at super high frequencies at nothing. Growling at and nipping at my son. Shitting everywhere. Being terrible to walk. All this weekend I have been fantasizing about punting them over the side of the building. Rant over.

Jodi, Ace & I are going on week 2 of living back at my mom's house. This, of course, is due to the fact that we're rennovating the bathroom at our apartment. I just corrected myself from writting house instead of apartment. I think a lot of people here in New York call their apartment a house even though some people use that classification only for houses of the single or double family variety. Fuck them and their narrow classifications. Anyway, we're living here with my mom, my brother & my mom's 2 horrid little dogs. It looks like we'll here for at least another week. I like it up here. The views from my moms house are fantastic. But on the suck side my moms dogs are these horrible little yappy nightmares. They bark and nip at my son. I don't have a computer of my own here so I am constantly switching between Jodi's iBook and my brothers G4. It sucks having to switch from room to room. It's been a weird week. Saw a fight on a train. Drunk guy got into it with a huge weightlifter guy. Drunk guy lost. Lots of blood. Saw Tina Fey in the Broadway Farm this morning. Was thinking about her all day. Saw "Supersize Me" the doc about the guy who eats nothing but McDonald's. Left feeling shitty about my own physique. Since this whole back problem thing got diagnosed I have been totally off the excersize. I used to ride a bike everywhere. Now it's strictly foot traffic. I am starting to think about getting a new bike because my new job is a good distance from my house and I would like to ride. It's probably about 8-9 miles each way and includes a couple nice short climbs. But first I have to move my old bikes out. Like fast! It's just hard to part with them because they are from a time in my life when I was a hradcore cyclist. I used to ride about 80 miles a week for recreation and then more to just get around. Now... zero. They are also crazy high performance bikes and I know I am going to get shit for them and that's hard to deal with. Since I have been home I have been trying to sell all my old shit that I have left behind. So far I am only selling my old D&D stuff. Only have bidders on a few items. Still must keep posting! I recently bought t-shirts from these websites. Lefty T-shirts City Name Sports Team I also joined the Something Awful Goons. I hope I will find thee time to contribute some good shit to that site. They are fucking awesome. We have a comedy show this Thursday. I am looking forward to it.