Nothing screams unemployed bike mechanic more than this:
With Halloween approaching, I thought a touch of gore would be apt. I wanted to look as if I’d just gotten through disembowelling a large wild animal in search of the tastiest hunk of offal. Normal Halloween fantasies, you know?
Continue reading “Attention: I enjoy attention.”I have a new embroidery project underway. This involves hours of pushing and pulling a needle through fabric. It is meditative, and it has the added bonus of creating something tangible. Beautiful, even.
The three maxims currently guiding me, in all my granola-ness, are:
“Don’t take anything personally.” (aka the second of The Four Agreements.)
“You gotta do what makes you happy.” Quote by Leif from Animal Crossing, although I am sure he stole that quote from someone else. That shady fucker. (Just kidding, he’s cute and I love him.)
“Anything is a better use of your time than doomscrolling.”
Continue reading “Micro stabs to the heart.”Last Thursday, a doctor examined the results of my bloodwork. As expected, my high White Blood Cell count was just the harbinger of the cold that took me down two weeks ago. While I don’t have an explanation for all the weirdness going on in my body (e.g. clogged meibomian glands, Raynaud Syndrome, and general fragility), being told I don’t have an auto-immune disorder was good news.
“Of course, it’s good news!” the doctor responded.
I don’t think he was a fan of my apparent ambivalence.
Following this good news, he had me lie on the examination table to slice me up. I mean, this was a part of the appointment–I was also there to get a benign growth removed from under my left knee; however, I rode my bike to this appointment thinking the removal would be the equivalent of popping a zit. I wasn’t anticipating a 1″ incision requiring three stitches. Fortunately, the doctor froze the area, so I didn’t feel a thing during my 25-minute ride home.
Upon arrival, I realized the blood from the sutured incision soaked through the bandages AND my pants. The appointment was at 10am, and around 8pm, I rolled up my pajama pants, put my left foot on the coffee table and prodded around the incision. The roomie witnessed my idiocy and lectured me: “Don’t touch it!”
“BUT I STILL DON’T FEEL A THING. IT’S WEIRD.”
Continue reading “It’s *not* lupus.”
Next to me, I have a fat, juicy to-do list for the weekend (Thurs-Sat, in my case). It is a mix of tasks I dread and projects I’m stoked about. I’ve also peppered it with everyday duties that would’ve been done even without this list. I put them on there for the added satisfaction of having extra items to cross off.
I’m already halfway through the list. Pay credit card: Done! Laundry: Folded and hung! Email ICBC: done even though I shouldn’t have had to do it. The claims specialist who is dealing with the property damage coverage side of things last emailed me on November 12.
“I appreciate your patience and will reach out once I have an update to discuss the next steps.”
Two weeks later, I sent them a breakdown of my ride file, complete with screenshots, hoping to expedite the decision. I never got a response.
And the email I sent today? I received an automated Out of Office notification.
I have continued to make good use of the new wheel, but I’ve yet to receive a reimbursement. Ever since I reactivated my Zwift membership, I’ve been parking my road bike in front of my laptop every other day. In my previous post, I shared screenshots showing the difference between my performance a year ago and on December 26, a week after getting back on the trainer after a three-month hiatus.
I did this workout again (Red Unicorn) last week. The results surprised me.
Continue reading “FJTD List.”Ah, 2025. This year marks my 25th year of blogging. On May 13, 2000, I published my first blog post. This May 13th, I shall celebrate this milestone by revealing my darkest, deepest secret.
Or maybe I’ll celebrate with cake.
I’ve assumed the form of Link again and been shot into the sky. 2025 goal number one: beat The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.
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