RandomFailure

We (Karen, Victoria, and I) got ourselves out to Hersheypark this past weekend. I had never been there before – it was a lot of fun! The only drawback was that there was only the three of us, which meant that any ride Victoria couldn’t go on or wouldn’t go on, we couldn’t do since there was nobody to leave her with.

The interesting thing was when we walking into the park on Saturday morning, there was a lovely smell of brownies in the air. Karen thought it was a pumped in smell; I thought something was actually being baked. But with all the food and other chocolate products around, it was hard to tell exactly where it was coming from.

Karen nearlly punched me in the head when I asked, “Which road is the Hershey Highway? It wasn’t listed on the directions.”

And if you weren’t thinking of the drink recipe, I imagine that you were thinking of something else.

I’m a big fan of the HBO show Deadwood. I know lots of people who stopped watching after Wild Bill Hickok got shot, but if you did, you’ve been missing out.

I can’t find the reference now (damn Google-bombing fools), but there was one that referred to the show’s curses per lines of dialogue (or, CPLOD) as being the highest ever on television. You can see some statistics about the curse level.

But that’s not what bothers me. Rather, it’s the density of the flowery language that surrounds all the cursing. I mean, you’ve really got to concentrate to some of the exposition in order to follow what the characters are saying.

But last night’s episode (Episode 34) had the best line of the year so far, from Johnny: “I’m surprised the rug lasted this long.” (Or something close to that; forgive me if I misquoted.) This is from when Johnny and Dan were wrapping that fellow up (I’m trying to avoid a spoiler).

Dude, I really enjoyed watching you ride in this year’s Tour de France. Really. Left for dead after blowing up in Stage 16. Having a comeback that everyone knew had to come in Stage 17, but still nobody could hang with you on the brutal day of climbing. Now the two postive drug tests. And the multitude of excuses; everything short of “the dog peed in the cup”. This is sad.

You say you passed the other drug tests, but those results somehow haven’t been made public. I really, really want to believe that you did all this clean. But it’s just not happening. I can’t feel it in my gut that you rode clean.

It’s not your fault, though. The entire sport of cycling is dirty. At least cycling, as a sport, has the balls to admit that there’s a problem. And they’re doing something about it. Not like baseball (by the way, Bud Selig is an idiot).

Floyd, it would probably be in your best interests to keep a low profile until the investigation is complete. Stop talking to the media. Have the hip replacement and recover.

My birthday was this past Monday. More or less an uneventful day. Went for a run, went to work. Had lunch with Karen and Victoria, which was fun as usual (Victoria is a trip). Had a nice homemade dinner and a yummy cake. Got some presents. Went to bed.

Damn, turning 36 sure is boring!