Well here it is. Thursday night. Thanksgiving. Everyone has left. I'm just "Carol Burnettin' in the kitchen."
The dinner was nice. Now that we're done having a laugh and singing a song, I'm sitting here waiting for 11PM.
11PM is special tonight. For 3 reasons.
Reason number one. It is the deadline to pre-register for frosty cross. This has been up in the air for us all week. So deciding by 11 tonight was the goal. We did it. We were able to squeeze in Saturday. Jack and I are signed up for Saturday only. We race at the same time. Currently (90 minutes before registration closes) there are 4 people signed up for the cat 4 race. I am predicted Limpach (last place). Hang on, I have my reasons, but I have to post that to facebook right now. I'll be back ...
Oh man, talk about cathartic. Sometimes, I just let this stuff simmer, knowing my day will come.
Anyway, while Facebook beeps at me (as it is now doing) because of my status update, I will get to reason number 2. Disclosure: I don't remember what I was talking about so I have to go back and read this ... Sorry. Hang on again ...
Oh yeah, 11PM.
The second reason 11PM is special is that if you are a Pearl Jam Fan club member, at 11PM you can buy a very limited edition 7" vinyl of Mother Love Bone something or other.
So I'm sitting here hoping I can nab one of those bad MoFos at 11PM.
I don't even like Mother Love Bone. At all. But the rhythm guitarist and bass player from Pearl Jam were in the group, so I have to buy it if I can.
I think it was pretty cool how I referred to Stone and Jeff in generic terms.
Anyway, before I started this compulsory rambling ... shit, sorry, please hang on one more time. I'll explain in a minute, I've got to nerd-rock out for a few minutes ...
Whew. That was worth it. Where was I? Oh yeah, before I started this post, I slapped in "Stop Making Sense." I have been listening/watching while I post this. Then the song (in the video) above came on. So yeah, I had to nerd-rock out. Seriously. Watch this. It is so effin' cool. I know bikesnob constantly gives this guy shit, but c'mon. That's some cool shit there. Nobody sing/jogs anymore. Cryin' shame, it is. This guy was Pee-wee Herman before Pee-wee Herman was cool (pretty sure Pee-wee patterned his persona after David Byrne). Watch the clip. Watch it.
Actually, it's ok if you don't watch it. I will.
Did I finish reason number 2? Buy vinyl of band I don't like? Yeah? ok.
Reason number 3. I'm releasing this post at 11PM!
I have a few minutes before this has to be submitted so I'll just fill in with some more rambling.
On Facebook, I will rarely, if ever, enter into any sort of political debate. I don't think there's necessarily anything wrong with it, it's just not for me. You can state your opinion on an issue and no matter how articulate you are, you will always influence zero people.
People post political shit for no reason other than to say "Look at me! Look at me!"
Well don't look at me, but I have to say something about Ferguson. I will not put this on Facebook because I'm afraid it will be taken the wrong way.
I am deeply saddened by the situation. I have no idea who's right or wrong but this whole late night talk show war thing has got to stop.
Whenever "The Tonight Show" gets a new host, somebody's feelings get hurt and a good show ends. Well, I never liked Conan, but you know what I mean.
You know what Shim? Don't ask because this time, I don't even know.
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Fred? So brilliant. Speaking if which I saw that Steven Hawkings movie last night. You should check it out.
Of course I meant of which
I knew what you meant. And thanks. I plan to see it. I've been a fan of his for quite a while.
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