A world of adventure

So the other day I went for a bike ride after work. I haven't really ridden my bike since August of last year when I was working graveyard shift at a restaurant and couldn't afford gas, but since I have the lucrative career as an inmate babysitter now, I can afford car things and therefore, do not require such a simple engineering ploy to get me around town.

Well, we have a bike trail in town that I figured I would go through since the morning was cool after a fresh rain. I found a bit of a downhill straightaway with awesome trees on either side, and I shifted into high gear to pick up speed.

Then I saw this mud puddle and hit my brakes.

Since this silt was on the outside of a rather sharp turn, I had no choice, nor did I have the reaction time to avoid it. So I hit it at around 25 kmh and did this.

So, when my tires hit the mud, they went off to the right, and my body pretty much kept going forward. Then when the tires hit the dry pavement, they righted themselves from my own bodily momentum. Mud flipped up along my leg, on my shirt, into my hair, and I came out of it perfectly fine, but much more careful about how fast I decide to go around blind corners after rainstorms.


Also, I'm finding my life to be getting off track a bit and it's affecting my relationships and work, so I'm going to attempt to start some weekly goals to give myself a sense of direction in my life. I'm going to start by updating this, and my other blog at least once a week. It's not much, but I'll work up from there.

Guitar: Impossible

Not only is this a cool edit, but the second best part of the whole thing is him singing part of Business Time by Flight of the Concords, which is an amazing song in it's own right.

Front door Sentry

Home defense/decor anyone?

That was Rachel's idea to creep out house guests. And to deter home invaders.

My superior marksmanship right there was done with a CZ-52 Pistol, featured here.

It kicks like a small rifle and shoots a Kevlar-penetrating bullet. Perfect for hostile government takeovers. Unfortunately, it only holds 8 rounds. Man, I could only take out like, 30 guys if they stood in line!

Ridiculousness aside, I really liked Rachel's suggestion, and it helps clean the place up by reducing the amount of sentimental junk lying around.

Computer set up

All Moved!

The house is still a mess, but this is it. I absolutely love it. It's the nicest place I've ever lived on my own in (as in, never lived with my parents in. The house in Lyman after the remodel was the nicest I've lived in.)

It's a one bedroom, with the cool doorways separating rooms. It's small, but not cramped at all. There is plenty of room for everything if I arrange it right. Rachel is doing an amazing job of making me unpack, without being pushy and annoying about it.

My favorite thing is that the apartment smells nice. Without being too much of a disappointment, I must say that it's a breath of fresh air.

Puns are the lowest form of humor. I know.