Prosthetically Hip

I ran across this, and found it interesting: Mux Tapes. Create an account, upload up to 12 or so songs, and share it with people. I took a sampling of what has lately been in heavy rotation, and ordered it alphabetically.

Here’s mine, so go forth and enjoy.

And if you create one, let me know - I want to hear what you’ve been listening to! A nice feature I’ve noticed is that the tapes have RSS feeds - so I’ll automagically know when your tape has been updated.

Dethklok is a noticeable omission from this list due to lack of source material on this computer - a situation that is guaranteed to be remedied in short order.

The current playlist:

• Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass - This Guy’s in Love With You
• The Budos Band - King Cobra
• Johnny Cash - God’s Gonna Cut You Down
• Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Messiah Ward
• Deepakalypse - driftin
• dj BC - Bogalusa Shimmy
• Firewater - Hey Clown
• High On Fire - Turk
• Juvenile - Get Ya Hustle On
• Scarlett Johansson - Town with no Cheer
• Ulver - Waltz Of King Karl
• Ween - King Billy

Now that my knee has sufficiently healed, I’ve been very happy to be able to be hashing again, and I’ve been making a point to go on Mondays with NOH3. When this month (and my temporary re-instatement to Rollerderby Refdom) expires, I’ll be hashing with VooDooHHH.

Last night was much fun, and Mikey was able to go, which was nice. While the trail pretty much sucked, there was a definite twist: we swam through Lake Pontchartrain. Twice. It is at this time that I’d like to categorically state that swimming with shoes flat out sucks. What does not suck is not cutting up your feet on the bottom of the lake because of said shoes.

The lake has taken a definite upturn over the past number of years, and I don’t think I’d have done it if I had thought it was inherently unsafe. After all, I know that Sonny fishes (or fished, relatively recently) in the lake, and eats his catch.

Here’s the relevant part of the hash:

That graphic represents a small part of the trail - it ended up being about 3 miles. I would have laid out the whole trail, if I could remember it. It was pretty jacked. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining - at the end of the day, it’s all fun.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony begins in 30 minutes, and I wanted to be there, but work has done.

Anyways, New Orleans has a bike lane! I had the opportunity to use it today - it runs down St. Claude Avenue (on both sides!), and is quite spacious. Hopefully as streets are repaired, more will be added where appropriate.

Thank you, Metro Bicycle Coalition!

 

 

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.