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M. said the tire on the vehicle look a little low. I have not checked them in six months I have owned this sucker, so I thought I had better. I finally found the air pressure gauge (from the Citation) in the bicycle tool drawer of the tool chest, of all places. I checked the air at the gas station today, it was a little low, but the tire were heated up so I will probably have to bleed a little out when they are cool, tomorrow.

I filled up with gas, too. Since I don't have a pen stashed in the vehicle, this is mostly from memory. 13.4 gallons(@$35.25), in 192.8 miles equals 14.3 mpg. And the odometer sez 1,305 miles. It's not much better than the sainted Citation. And it certainly COSTS (15 grand or so) a lot more than the Citation( which was essentially zero, thank you Kelly!). But it's got brakes! And steering! And a decent stereo. And I can carry a lot of junk in the back!

Reading the Illuminatus! trilogy I came across a name, Steve Brodie, that I was intrigued to look up on the intarweb. Seems that the expression from my youth, "doing a brodie", comes from Steve claiming to have jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge (and survived) in 1886. Apparently there was some doubt that he actually did it, but the notoriety helped him when he opened a bar.

I seem to remember the expression referred to sliding sideways in a car or on a bicycle . I didn't get too many hits on Yahoo! on it, but there are a few and that seems to be the way others use the terms, pretty much.

The cable guy came today and fixed the cable. He was supposed to come between 3 and 5, but when I got home (I left early to be here) the wife said he called around noon, asked if that would be a good time, and so came and fixed it. He had to crawl under the building and replace a cable. I hear he was quite a sight when he crawled out!

So now we get UCSD channel clear! It always awful before!

I was looking in the garage Sunday and found an old bottle of Torco Fork Oil, and an old plastic squeeze container labled "The Dirt Rider". That old squeeze container brought back some memories. As I recall, you ordered from Carl Shipman (The Dirt Rider) and you got the container and a bag of molybdenum that you mixed with oil to get chain lube. Those were the days! I've still got the spark plug air pump, the handlebar bag, and somewhere a copy of The Boonie Book (the thin white one, not the HP publication.)

There should be a shrine to Mr. Shipman.

I was shown this article in American Libraries today, about a Pennsylvania school librarian who was fired for selling discarded magaines on the internet with permission. And then combining the profits with his own money to buy computers for the school. Fired High School Librarian’s Legal Record Cleared

Here's a poem I found and liked.

Peas
by Anonymous

I always eat peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
They do taste kind of funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.


Now THAT'S poetry!

Here's part of another.

Qwerty-U-I-OP
by Arthur Guiterman

My typewriter, I gather
from her lettered row on top,
Should answer to the comely name
of "Qwerty-u-i-op."
She clicks away as gaily
as the cricket in the dell.
And at the proper moment
titinabulates a bell.

And it goes on...

I can't believe I just noticed I misspelled "Leftist" in the blog title.

Now, since no one pointed this out to me, I have to assume one of the following:

1) People are too kind to point this out.

2) People are too stupid to notice.

3) No one is reading this blog.

To stay in charactor, I will have to assume number two...

Since the t-shirt contest is over (and no one even entered!), we will now have a non-prize survey. Should I fix the spelling in the blog title or not?

That is the question...

Oh my aching...

Went for a colonoscopy last Tuesday, what I call a "Katie"...

I was pretty nervous, even though I had been through it before. It wasn't as bad as I had worked it up in my mind, even though the "cleaning out" process is fairly ucky. Last time they found something, this time it was OK. I'm still waiting for full functioning of the plumbing, but there are signs it's going to work.

So Tuesday night I'm sitting around, and I feel a lump under my shirt on my arm. I check it out, it's the bandage covering where the put in the I.V., I guess it's called. So I take it off, but I'm thinking, that's funny, I don't remember actually getting dressed after the ceremony, as it were.

So we call my son, who had the honor of driving me that day. I told him I didn't remember getting dressed, he said "Really?" I said, "Yeah, I really don't. I remember someone telling me you had my keys, and I remember getting in the wheelchair and going out to the car, and I even remeber very hazily some of the procedure, but I don't remember getting dressed." He say's "Well, I help you get dressed." "Well," says I, "that's embaressing!"

So that's my funny memory of that day!

Now it's your turn!