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If you're wondering where the "I lost my phone's memory card" post went it is because I deleted it. Not my memory card, the post. 'Cause I found my phones teeny tiny little micro sd card. A fleck of black plastic in between two dark brown leather couch cushions.

Two posts enter, one post lives to paraphrase Mad Max: Beyond the Thunderdome.

Epic post v2.0

One of my good friends, Andres got married and switched careers. What a crazy month that would be for a guy.

I swam for the first time in a couple years in a pool last night, for fitness. I could only swim 200 meters before I had enough. And I could only swim 50m without stopping. So I really need to kick in this training before my triathlon in 4 weeks.

I swam 100m in 2:30. Super D swam it in 2:10. So right away I am losing twenty seconds in a very short race. I know I am faster by over 20 seconds in the run but we're possibly equal on the bike. This race is going to be won and lost by less than 5 seconds is my guess.

This Saturday I am gonna be all alone so I am going to make it a snow day. Yep, in San Diego you can still have a snow day, you just gotta drive a bit. I'll probably go snowboarding or sledding. All depends on my friend's wishes.

Normally I think of insurance as a scam. It has to be. It is just one big gamble they will make more money off you than you get back from them. It's a mandated commercial/governmental casino and you don't even get to decide if you want to play or not. Of course I'm also the person at one time who has had 6 speeding tickets in less than two years. I'm obviously biased.

But sometimes it rolls in your favor and you beat the insurance company. This 1992 Honda I bought two years ago for 2,400? Well after a little mishap where the front bumper and such gets torn off the insurance casino/cartel/company decides it is totaled. Not worth repairing. Fine. I bought a newer Accord to replace it already.

Well they decide to value this almost twenty year old car I bought for just over two grand at $4,000. Yep, that's right, after my deductible is deducted I get a check for $3,500. Ha! Rowdy ftw.

Vegas. Downhill mountain biking. Day trip. 38 degree weather. Four things you would not normally put together in one sentence. I did in one long day. Starting at 430am until 1130pm. Cold, tired, dirty, scared. But fun.


I better find that Santa delivers one of these to my stalking. I watched Rare Exports, the Scandinavian movie the purports he is actually a vicious child killing demon. I won't believe it if he give me this awesome Pez set. Better yet two, one I can play with and one I can keep and sell on eBay in 10 years.

I'm getting my haircut on Friday. Giving up on growing it long and going back to short. Not shaved, just shorter and cleaner than it is now. Never shaving it again unless forced to for brain surgery or something.

The last MotoGP race of the year has a special tribute for Marco's passing. Originally the plan was for a moment of silence. His dad decided otherwise and felt it was more fitting of his son's memory that they have a moment of noise.

Every motorcycle in the paddock was ridden out on track and revved in memory of Super Sic. It was quite the sight and sound. It made me decide that at my funeral I would like a 'moment of noise' as well. I think that would be fitting. Music, yelling, guns, cars, motorcycles or whatever.

And finally to end on a serious note, let's talk about pride. The type of pride where thinking that you're better than someone puts a gulf between you and them. Where you lessen them in you mind. Making it easier for you to treat them poorly. Watch for this carefully in your life, guard against it. And when you find it, kill it with kindness.