Go For Silver
If I know I'm going to be engaging in high risk blue collar behavior I will sometimes pop a few non-steroidal anti-inflammatory devices before I start. Or other times I will pop them right after, before the pain starts. It's called beating the pain cycle. It works pretty well and I highly recommend it. I haven't been doing anything too challenging though and as it turns out I don't have any pills here anyway. Thought I did, but don't. Which is fine because I'm not in pain.
Funny thing happened on the drive down. Just driving along and out of nowhere--ping, crack, there goes my windshield again. Was not driving behind a gravel truck or on an especially beat up stretch of road, nothing really obvious that might have come up off the road, and I was for awhile thinking space debris or random bb gun firing or something, who knows? I honestly can't remember going a full year without getting a cracked windshield. If I can I will go through an inspection with a cracked windshield but at that point the crack grows big enough to not pass inspection I will get the windshield fixed. I had this one fixed, oh, about a year ago, maybe less. If I don't get a windshield fixed I won't get another ding. This trend has been going on for, it seems about the last five or six years. It was happening when I drove the Mazda truck and it has been happening with the Jeep. On the Jeep I have also had the back window repaired recently. Grass cutting accident at Mt. Pleasant, mower picked up a chunk of gravel from the driveway and knocked out the back glass real good.
I'm drinking a Red Stripe beer. Actually I am feeling a little pain. Or trying to beat a pain cycle. Guess ole Claypool figured if I said he didn't have to run his mowing tractor over my lawn, then he just wouldn't. And the yard was looking a little ragged. If my lawn were a head of hair and the dirt was the scalp, it would have a bad case of scabies or some similar skin disease which made hair/grass fall out in clumps. I was out with the weed eater just now trimming up the tufts and it picked up a piece of gravel and knocked the holy shit out of my back window on the Jeep. If bad luck with windshield glass was an Olympic sport I would be a gold medalist. There would be no one as good as me, not even close. I don't see any point in being modest about it. I am the best. If you want to compete with me in this arena you should shoot for no higher than silver.
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Olympic Bedwetting
Well I didn't come down here to NC to sit around and watch the Japanese women take on the Vietnamese in field hockey or the Bulgarians to beat up on the Sri Lankans in badminton or to lose Internet connection while trying to see a round of men's water polo. The Iran v. Russian men's basketball was part of my reason for coming here though, scouting is a sideline, and while in the background the US men's soccer team goes up 2-1 on the Netherlands I write this certainly not waiting for the 10 a.m. start of China v. US, or Kobe and Co. v. that big Chinese guy that plays American basketball but whose name I cannot look up for spelling because often while streaming these Olympics I lose all other Internet connection beyond the sport I can hear playing in the background. I accept this trade off. There is no announcing for these streaming Olympics, just the crowd and player noise and the stadium announcer, which is an interesting model. So while I know just from watching for a few minutes that there is some fancy footwork going on, I don't know who's doing it while I watch nor certainly while I write with it playing in the background, uh oh, crowd is cheering (can't tell if they are cheering in Dutch or English), let me check that...looks like the Netherlands just tied it up 2-2. And now, a minute later, the game is over. Personally, I am against games that end in ties.
There is a wet spot on my bed. Which gets to my real reason for being here. To work on my adult bed wetting problem? To consider the pros and cons of nocturnal emission? Good guesses but no, I am here--to borrow the words of Bill Macy--for a Fence Post resurrection, and towards that goal I have located another roof leak. During the heavy rain of this morning there came a dripping from above and I now feel, just by the effort of that diagnosis (a diagnosis because it did require that I rule out bedwetting and nocturnal emission as culprits) vindicated against any guilt I might have experienced for not ripping apart the bathroom right away, which at some point eons ago, was my primary reason for being here. I'm going to go out on a limb and spell it Xaio Ming.
Well I didn't come down here to NC to sit around and watch the Japanese women take on the Vietnamese in field hockey or the Bulgarians to beat up on the Sri Lankans in badminton or to lose Internet connection while trying to see a round of men's water polo. The Iran v. Russian men's basketball was part of my reason for coming here though, scouting is a sideline, and while in the background the US men's soccer team goes up 2-1 on the Netherlands I write this certainly not waiting for the 10 a.m. start of China v. US, or Kobe and Co. v. that big Chinese guy that plays American basketball but whose name I cannot look up for spelling because often while streaming these Olympics I lose all other Internet connection beyond the sport I can hear playing in the background. I accept this trade off. There is no announcing for these streaming Olympics, just the crowd and player noise and the stadium announcer, which is an interesting model. So while I know just from watching for a few minutes that there is some fancy footwork going on, I don't know who's doing it while I watch nor certainly while I write with it playing in the background, uh oh, crowd is cheering (can't tell if they are cheering in Dutch or English), let me check that...looks like the Netherlands just tied it up 2-2. And now, a minute later, the game is over. Personally, I am against games that end in ties.
There is a wet spot on my bed. Which gets to my real reason for being here. To work on my adult bed wetting problem? To consider the pros and cons of nocturnal emission? Good guesses but no, I am here--to borrow the words of Bill Macy--for a Fence Post resurrection, and towards that goal I have located another roof leak. During the heavy rain of this morning there came a dripping from above and I now feel, just by the effort of that diagnosis (a diagnosis because it did require that I rule out bedwetting and nocturnal emission as culprits) vindicated against any guilt I might have experienced for not ripping apart the bathroom right away, which at some point eons ago, was my primary reason for being here. I'm going to go out on a limb and spell it Xaio Ming.