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Another Sunday in the library. With a cold. And a bad attitude. Hopefully someone out there is riding a bicycle today. For I certainly am not.
When I go home, It’ll be tea and whiskey on the couch. Yes, I have caught the dreaded cold. It is, after all, the cold and flu season. Boy, am I hungry. Good thing I live off of little more than anger and caffeine, two things I have in abundance. Who needs food when you’ve got a big plate of self doubt and a glass teeming with shut the fuck up? Fear not, dear reader, I shall be as fat and miserably out of shape as ever once I clear this. The bike can wait.
And, you know what, she always does.
Link dump:
It’s decorative gourd season, motherfuckers.
Bike rental FAIL.
In the heart of Zion once grew a thing of evil.
The recession hits porn.
In Philadelphia, Heroes With a Lunch Pail.
Nothing Fancy in Philadelphia, but Still Hallowed Sports Ground .
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Only in Provo. That plant was no more than a mile from my office. And damn close to BYU’s campus. Probably planted by their football team.
fuckin’ mos. That’s ditch weed. A nugget of BC Bud the size of your pinky fingernail has more “active ingredient” than that entire plant.
the quick math on that french community bike gig. $3500 per bike X 20600 bikes is $72,100,000 x 80% of them ruined is $57,680,000 down the shitter. Then you add the cost to repair and it gets complicated from there. I wonder how the old share-a-bike thing worked out in Boulder, CO. Or will work out in it’s 3rd generation: http://www.cityryde.com/blog/boulder-co-to-implement-bike-sharing-by-may-2010/