Not good. Wouldn’t fly in summer, but it’s winter and apparently I’m too much of a pussy to ride on streets with ice at the intersections. Thus, my motivation to fix it has waned. I got a few months to get it right. The battery tender is on it at least. I got faith she’ll start when I need her to.
Work is going good. Made employee of the month last week for the month of December. They took a picture, gave me some gift cards, and I got a reserved parking spot that the snow plows push all the snow into. There’s some young and killer sales guys there, but my manager said some nice things about me that made me feel pretty good. I really like where I work. I like the people that I sell to. Bluehost is a great company.
I work on Sundays. It was on my schedule when I first started here, and its always been a good day for me so I’ve kept it. Seems like the go-getters or the people who want that Monday edge still need help on Sunday, and I’ve have good luck with the day. Today was no exception. I’m starting to build a pipeline of regulars who I think rely on me, and thats a good thing. I really dig what I do.
This was the song that hit the stereo from music on the 15 mile ride home, and its been in my head most of the evening. Sometimes I forget how much I like this band:
We invited the future son in law to stay with us till he marries the daughter in June. Here’s my thinking: A) It’ll save em money and give em a head start; B) They’re together in every free hour they have anyway, and its nice to have them around instead of somewhere else, and; C) I love my daughter, and I really like this kid. He’s been raised right, shows respect and it makes me respect him. Proud and happy he found my daughter. Thats my thoughts, anyway. We’ll see where it goes.
Not a lot of kids know respect these days. Shit, I just sounded like my father.
Been thinking a lot about Ayn Rand Lately. Just to be clear, Ayn Rand is not an old girlfriend. She’s a novelist/philosopher who I greatly respect also. I’d like to write more about that as the thoughts continue to form. They’re coming slowly… Maybe An upcoming post…
Other than surf YouTube. It’s my day off. Lined up a big sale to close for tomorrow I’ve been working on a for a while, so I’m happy about that.
This is another pretty good road song. When you’re out in the middle of nowhere, twisting a throttle and feeling the wind. Some songs, in those situations are just better than others.
That chick at 2:45 in the video is fairly hawt.
Looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.
Good Riding song. I don’t know why.
It’s my day off, apparently. I’m doing something productive, right after this post. I swear.
I watched this shit as a kid on Saturday morning, and I loved it. I think we woke up early so we could see it. Seems kind of funny now. Its when hippies finally admitted they needed jobs and I guess started making TV shows. Maybe it explains a thing. I watched.
Remember Lidsville? (back in the 70’s, a “lid” was an ounce of Marijuana). Butch Patrick (Eddie Munster) was in this one.
Even if you don’t remember Lidsville, you probably remember this one if you’re old enough. Wait, “Puff-n-Stuff?” Huh?
This was probably my favorite. I was into dinosaurs as a kid, so this was in my wheelhouse at the time. I may have even been a hair too old to be watching cartoons at the time. Land of the Lost. Marshall, Will and Holly, on a routine expedition:
It was 1980. The sound of music of the time was changing, and apparently Alice Cooper wanted to be a part of it. He made an album called Flush the fashion, and It remember when I came out and I kinda dug it back then, and apparently now. He went back to his original formula soon thereafter, but this methinks is a pretty good song.
Listened to it on the drive home tonight. It hit the spot.
Went to see Unbroken tonight with my brother & his wife, my wife, and my future son in law and my daughter. It looked like a good flick, and my brother had read the book.
I knew that Angelina Jolie directed it, and knew barely anything about the story. Bla bla bla… I honestly can barely give a shit about Angelina Jolie, and I really don’t think too much of Hollywood. I watched it, and was almost critical of a true story. The shit that I normally really love and am inspired by. I suspected an angle, or that Jolie had cheapened it by being on the tabloids so much. I was more excited that my brother got sick of having his chair kicked by a dude in an almost empty theater, and that he turned and called him on it, and that I was ready to help out if he didn’t go find another seat (which he did).
We drove home, a few exits away and come home and was still a bit bugged by it all. Felt like I was missing something. I was. The real life story of Louis Zamperini is way more compelling. These are the guys of the greatest generation, and Louis was one of the greats.
Good call Angelina. I think I respect you just a little bit more, in the way that I have come to respect guys like Tom Hanks, who have done similar tributes. Worth seeing I think. The real story needs no hype, and is better than the movie. Great men do great things all the time, and a man with strength of character wins the day. I’ll watch this one again.
My mom turned me onto this movie when I was a kid, and its always been a favorite. I’ve watched it a lot over the years. A good, funny road trip movie. I would have enjoyed the 60’s I think, and its a shot back in time. Spencer Tracy, Jonathan Winters, Buddy Hackett, Milton Berle, Sid Caesar, Jimmy Durante, Mickey Rooney…. Thurston Howell the III from gilligans island…. it was a who’s who of comedy back in the day. Hell, the 3 stooges had a cameo in it. It still cracks me up.
Here it is, back then, and now. Some of those roads look pretty cool to me. Might be a fun road trip.
From me and mine to you and yours: May your 2015 be better than your 2014, or 1988, or 2001. Whatever those “years” may be for you.
I’m optimistic about the future. There comes a point, that it seems like all your shit in life accumulates and becomes a lesson that you’ve learned, and then it becomes a springboard to better things. After a few years of digging out, I feel like shit is starting to shape up and I like where it’s going. Fruit is starting to bear. I like being older, and a bit wiser. My old man was a pilot, and he used to say “there’s nothing more useless than the runway behind you”.
Oh hell, just have a happy new year!
Its bound to happen, at least up here. Maybe I’m in denial, because I haven’t covered the bike yet and hooked up the battery tender for the winter. Christmas morning, it finally came. We might get a break and and maybe I can ride it later. Yeah, I’m probably in denial.
My only concession I’ll give winter is I do love plowing snow. I don’t know why. There’s something therapeutic about pushing snow around, at least behind a set of handle bars. I put a snow plow behind the 4 wheeler a few years ago, and its kind of fun clearing neighbors driveways, the kids way to the bus stop, and the streets. I seem to end up with plates of cookies on the doorstep, and an occasional six pack of beer when I do it. Thats not why I do it though, I just like doing it. I’m Like Forrest Gump mowing lawns, I figger. Beer and cookies are just a bonus
The snow mule. She does the job.
Bay Circle is cleaner than the city is gonna make it. Check out the tracers on the snow flakes. Thats just my phone camera. And no, I haven’t done acid since the early 80s. Plowing snow is a cheap substitute for the open road on a Harley, but it works in a pinch.
Bought me a car for Christmas. A Dodge Dart. I guess I’ll always be a mopar guy. She gets 40 mpg highway on a 4 banger, and has some cool little tech features that I was a sucker for. Shopped around and did some haggling, and brought her home. Life is good.