I somehow managed to shrug off the extended hangovers that people started bitching about in their 30s and 40s, but now that im pushing 60 I feel like crap all day. Garage night not withstanding, I’ve cut way back on the alcohol. For the most part.
Last night during trick-or-treating: 1) Saw a dad threaten a teen driver who thought he was driving too fast on Halloween (he wasn't). Dad talked tough and high-fived his buddy after. Incredibly homosexual. Many such cases. 2) Neighborhood mentally handicapped kid (he's like 24) upended his entire candy bag into the sewer and fucking freaked out. 3) Tons of people giving out full-sizers this year. Generous folk.
My neighborhood has a lot of cut through traffic to begin with, and on Halloween we also get a lot of kids from other neighborhoods and rural areas. It can get quite busy.
I hope all y’all are having a good week. Because I sure am. Cold. Windy. Huge waves on the lake. And a practically empty park. It’s amazing.
Words can't describe how envious I am and I hate the cold. Been a rough few at work. Have some good food and great wine for me
120 kph winds right now. Just helped a couple catch their tent. Emptied and unstaked it to pack into the car and it blew away. Go figure. Went about 400 yards before it got jammed up in a small clump of trees. It’s now FUBAR. So that means we’ve engaged cooking / drinking / nap mode. It does not suck.
@Nettdata We stayed in a camper van while driving all over New Zealand. We had a bunch of nights where we stayed in high winds and I loved hearing the wind howling around the whole van while we were warm and cozy inside.
Yep. Even the dog doesn't want to be out in that shit right now, and just looks at me and then goes back to sleeping on my bed.
His story just gets sadder, and sadder, and sadder. It’s not like a mental illness long read like Chris-Chan where it’s both humorous AND somewhat justified— it’s just tragic. One thing I’ve come to a determination with when it comes to mental health— when a person becomes obsessed with “enlightenment” or “purification”— it’s always 100% paranoid schizophrenia, and nothing else.
We finally got to the track yesterday. Damn, it felt good to do it again. I'm faster than I thought I'd be on day one. When my kid would take breaks, I would really see where my skills stood after such a long time away from riding. My kid definitely rode faster with me out front pacing. He actually came out of nowhere and passed me once. He also got to ride with some very fast kids his age, that travel all over and race. My wife was an absolute failure of a photographer. She said she was too busy watching from the truck. It probably didn't look as impressive as I think it did, but I still would have liked some pics and video. All she got was this one after the kid crashed, we were getting going again. That blue jersey, and a spoke wrench somewhere in my garage, are the only gear and specialty tools I have left from my time riding back in the day.
Very cool! And to think you thought she'd be pissed that you bought that bike... this pic right here speaks volumes, for years.
It was never about the bike, it was about doing it without discussing it as a couple first. It is just something that we haven't done in years. We talk about it in this household.
Yeah it goes to show how the system fails even the most brilliant people and how showing humanity to the mentally ill goes a long way. The fact that he solo built a derivative coding language, a compiler and an OS is an insane achievement. It would be like giving someone a pile of bricks and then they build a skyscraper by themselves. And at the end, he was homeless, ranting about glowies and walked in front of a train.