Boy on film.

Someone digitally recorded me doing something. And put it on the internet! 'Cause you can't really say filmed or developed anymore.

Long Words.

I don't really like the interface and game play in Words With Friends. What I realllly do like to play is the game Wordfeud!! So in the realllly small chance you read this blog and also play Wordfeud, please send me a game request! My username is Rowdstar.

Reputation Defender? Or a scene from Momento?

Went to lunch today at a sandwich place I haven't been in almost a year. I like their food; it is original, flavored well, filling but kinda expensive.

The last time I went there I was a little sick with Crohns. I had also just had a MRI and was starting to have a reaction to the contrast. Or was it the MRI to check my brain out? Funnily enough, I can't remember.

What I do remember was puking twice while leaving the establishment. Once right at the front door and once at my truck. So you can see why I stayed away, even though it was clearly my fault and not theirs for the up-chuck. It's not you, it's me.

Killer and I are eating our lunch when the owner stops abruptly and says to me, "Hey I know you, right? You look super familiar to me." As odd and atypical (finally huh Super D!) as I look I'm always surprised when this happens. I am not a memorable, movie star like tall dark and handsome. I replied with, "Well where do you think you know me from?" As he sat puzzling it out I prompted that I had been to his place to eat a few times before.

He then called me by my first name, probably got it off my debit card, and asked if I'd been to their old farmers market location. I lied and said I had. He smiled and seemed to accept that and then went on about his day. I didn't want him to remember me as "Oh yeah, you're the guy who puked all over last time you here!"

POSTSCRIPT
I do remember an earlier interaction with the owner as well. I think I'd mentioned online, while I was sitting in their place, how I was unhappy they had something prominently advertised but then said it wasn't available for my second visit in a row. He must be good at monitoring his online presence as it was pretty easy to figure out who at the only occupied table probably just posted. We had a good discussion and he reasonably explained what was going on. It was a model example of how that type of scenario that could of been fraught was handled deftly and everyone was happy at the end.

UNLIKE that stupid bodywork repair place and my Porsche that I'll never go back to or recommend to anyone with a nice car!

adventure??

The words "epic" and "adventure" get thrown around a lot in the outdoor sports world. Hell, they call themselves "Xtreme" sports so it should be no surprise. A definition for adventure that I like is, "It's not an adventure unless something goes wrong." This is a quote from a modern polar explorer as he was contrasting early exploration to how things are done today.

Evidently my mountain bike ride yesterday was quite the adventure!
-My gloves fell out to the ground and into the storm drain in front of my house while loading my stuff into a friend's truck. I would rather ride shirtless and helmetless than ride without gloves. The first sign of a coming adventure.

-I'd just thrown my hydration pack down on as I loaded stuff up. Onto its drinking valve. On a 80F day, for a 2pm ride, with no shade. When we got to the ride spot I had 10% of my water remaining, the rest having leaked out. Good thing it wasn't hot or anything.

-The infamous JRA. I was just riding along when a bee hit me in the forehead/temple area and got stuck between my scalp and the helmet strap. I tried flicking him out and then taking off my helmet, while still riding of course. STING! I got stung right on my temple just minutes into a 90 minute ride. What an annoying place to get stung by a bee, on the face!

My riding partner is making a return to mountain biking after a loooong hiatus. So we only did about 60% of the ride I intended. It was also my very first ride on this particular bike as well so I should be happy with having only done a short shakedown ride. Looking at the list above though I still don't think I can qualify it as an adventure.

Which is sad, as I like adventure. Maybe I can break my wrist in Noble Canyon again??

Goosebumps

No, not the super popular kid's books from way back but rather letting you in on a secret about me.

When I sing, like try to actually sing, my arms get covered in goosebumps. Which is funny because I am absolutely wretched at singing.

Price

What price is your dream? Mine is about 50 grand. To have a dream come true, that seems pretty cheap.