John Sweden (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notbinky) wrote,@ 2004-11-15 10:48:00 |
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sold my soul for rock'n'roll-related paraphanelia
This post brought to you by the vitamin I.
Back in full-on snow junkie mode, checking weather reports and watching webcams while I work. I just found a link that advertises weather one-on-one phone chat for the low, low price of $2.99 / minute. "The doppler radar is showing us a high-pressure storm system moving on in from the east, but here in my pants, the temperatures are tropical, baby - warm and moist." I want to be in bed and so does my brain.
Some more excellent early season riding took up the bulk of the weekend and the bulk of my body's energy. Saturday night after riding most of a day that began with a 5am wakeup call and an 8:50am lift load we went out for pizza and then fell asleep around 7pm. Sunday morning en route to the hill Becky and I were pumping adrenochrome or whatever it is Rockstar contains into our bodies when we drove by the Rockstar truck. We raised our cans in toast to them and were rewarded by having schwag thrown through our window; Rockstar cola (which tastes surprisingly similar to a combination of, well, rockstar and cola) and branded armbands. We put them on and drove off into the sunrise, rocking our way into corporate whoredom.
Bad Religion last night good, Warfield mosh pits bad. I only went in a few times, especially because the setlist changed by about one song (Man on a Mission, godamnit, they still didn't play Athiest Peace). Still, good stuff - Mr. Brett was playing with them, Fatty came out and sang a chorus of 21st Century Digial Boy as he is wont to do (and did a jig while exiting stage right), Greg taunted us by constantly referring to it as "'frisco".
Today my desire to post eclipses my lack of interesting narrative. I'll leave you with a thousand words compressed.
This post brought to you by the vitamin I.
Back in full-on snow junkie mode, checking weather reports and watching webcams while I work. I just found a link that advertises weather one-on-one phone chat for the low, low price of $2.99 / minute. "The doppler radar is showing us a high-pressure storm system moving on in from the east, but here in my pants, the temperatures are tropical, baby - warm and moist." I want to be in bed and so does my brain.
Some more excellent early season riding took up the bulk of the weekend and the bulk of my body's energy. Saturday night after riding most of a day that began with a 5am wakeup call and an 8:50am lift load we went out for pizza and then fell asleep around 7pm. Sunday morning en route to the hill Becky and I were pumping adrenochrome or whatever it is Rockstar contains into our bodies when we drove by the Rockstar truck. We raised our cans in toast to them and were rewarded by having schwag thrown through our window; Rockstar cola (which tastes surprisingly similar to a combination of, well, rockstar and cola) and branded armbands. We put them on and drove off into the sunrise, rocking our way into corporate whoredom.
Bad Religion last night good, Warfield mosh pits bad. I only went in a few times, especially because the setlist changed by about one song (Man on a Mission, godamnit, they still didn't play Athiest Peace). Still, good stuff - Mr. Brett was playing with them, Fatty came out and sang a chorus of 21st Century Digial Boy as he is wont to do (and did a jig while exiting stage right), Greg taunted us by constantly referring to it as "'frisco".
Today my desire to post eclipses my lack of interesting narrative. I'll leave you with a thousand words compressed.
