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Dayle is napping in the mousing area of my desk, which means I have approximately half an inch on all sides of the mouse in which to navigate. He is a large beast. Adam is napping on the couch in the living room. Sera is napping on the love seat. I am not napping.

Today at work was uninteresting, so I don’t really have anything to say about it.

My elbow has scabbed up nicely. As such, I am horribly tempted to pick it.

I feel like I should be getting something done, but at the moment all the wedding stuff I needed to do has been dealt with to as much of an extent as I am able, and any side projects I’ve had are pretty much done except for one that I’m not quite ready to start yet.

Maybe I should be napping…

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I have yet to wake up today. I in fact wrote at least three comments this morning tired enough to not be able to say coherently what I meant. Yeah. Not great when you’re trying to be clear. I think I may give up and watch some Babylon 5 season 2 instead.

Oh yeah, and the pictures. I have those, too. I wonder if I can automate the resizing… hmmmmm

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From an article on the Globe & Mail’s website regarding the concept of Record Companies giving radio stations ‘incentives’ to play the songs & artists the Record Companies are trying to promote:

“Our investigation shows that, contrary to listener expectations that songs are selected for air play based on artistic merit and popularity, air time is often determined by undisclosed payoffs to radio stations and their employees,” Spitzer said. “This agreement is a model for breaking the pervasive influence of bribes in the industry.”

Okay, so I studied music industry arts, which means I’m more jaded than the general public because I know how it works, but seriously… do people really believe that radio stations play stuff solely based on popularity?

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The best part of all this mountain biking is the incredible amount of self-confidence I now have after this weekend. I feel better about myself right now than I have in a very long time. Not that I’ve felt bad about myself, but this just makes me feel better. I feel amazing. I feel like I can do anything.

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The more I ride the more I want to ride. I am so completely loving this sport. Even with Adam hurt and not able to ride right now, I’m just dying to join riding groups and head out on the trails every night now. I think I’m getting more into this than Adam is… and he used to think I only went mountain biking because he was pushing me into it. I kept telling him I liked it, and now that I’ve been out riding way more than him in BC, I think he might be starting to believe it.

I drank a good three or four litres of water today. It’s good to be hydrated, I think yesterday I didn’t have nearly enough and it really knocked me out at night – I had one of those killer headaches you get when you have heatstroke or you’re dehydrated. I think I’m still thirsty now. Must hydrate some more.

I took a whole mess of pictures, I’ll get them developed and post them shortly.

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I had a fantastically awesome time today. I managed to do things that I’ve never done before, and I really learned a lot – more than I have anywhere else.

I wiped out a couple of times, which happens when I ride. Not very bad wipeouts though, just enough to sting. Take a look at the Continue Reading

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It’s good to be home. Today was such a dull day at work, made up mostly of folding things and putting them into envelopes. Not a lot of fun.

I have to admit, however, that driving in to work this morning with the CD player blasting singing along to the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack just made my morning. Bad Hippie Jenny! Yeah. I liked driving to work. I just really like driving alone, when I can sing as loud as I want to whatever music I want.

Also, I would very much like a pedicure. Perhaps next week I’ll convince myself that the expenditure is worth it. You know, for the wedding. My feet are looking pretty rough and beat up, and I want them to be pretty and smooth again.

On the way home I was again listening to my own music, this time on my portable CD player. Couldn’t sing along, obviously, since the SeaBus is full of people and they don’t want to hear it.

Damn. I miss singing.

Stupid AT-WORK radio

I hate the at-work radio station that we pipe through the phones. Seriously. Easy-listening of doom. I could turn it off, but then I’m stuck listening to nothing at all, and that can be worse sometimes.

There are beautiful gladiolas on my desk, as well as some lilies and little pink flowers I don’t recognize.

I don’t have anything constructive to write about, actually. I’m just trying to take a mental break from the folding of many invoices.

I did get to drive the work Pathfinder in this morning, which was fun. I went through the car wash with it, and it was exciting. Yes, I’m amused by the car wash. I think it’s a throwback to my childhood, I used to love going through the car wash. We rarely did it, but it was a lot of fun when we did.

I’m totally finished my article, but I have no pictures to send with it. This frustrates me. I’m out of film, too, which doesn’t help in the least.