Yet Another Rant

Start song (cause a start song is better than an end song)

RJD2 - Chicken-Bone Circuit
This reminds me of Shadow a little bit because of the erratic drums

You know what I don't like?
I'll tell you.

Drunk people that get mad at you for getting real with them.

If you're drunk don't be a dick. This goes for males and females.

I'll give an example I encountered tonight cause the person involved won't ever read this.
So we were walking and Person Q falls down. Just strait up falls on the ground. Q gets a cut on Q's hand and is bleeding mildly. After a few minutes Q asks to ride my bike. I say no and that I don't want Q to get a case of stigmata-look. This upsets Q as Q really wanted to try out my bike. That is okay with me. Q is of course cursing me out while walking behind me and another person with whom I am trying to converse. I ignore that. It pisses me off, but I can take something stupid like that. That's an okay angry drunk. However, when Q decides about 2 minutes later that Q is going to run over and try to push me with Q's somewhat bleeding hand I start to get real. I just bought an In4mation shirt. It's this one that I posted a while ago. I really really like this shirt. That being the case, I'm not about to get blood on it. So I ignore the few fake I'm-touching-your-face-with-my-AIDS-hand-haha swipes. Then I manage to dodge one attempt at my face that actually seems like it's intended to touch me. I've just about had enough of Q's shit. Q then proceeds to come at my shoulder of my shirt. Q touches me with Q's fingers but my hand grabs Q's wrist before Q can get blood on my shirt. Lucky for my shirt I have quick reflexes. I say:
"Don't touch my shirt."
Q makes another attempt
"For Real? ... Don't touch it. For Real."
I'm done with dealing with Q at this point. Q is obviously upset because Q starts saying to Q's friend "I'm just trying to blah blah blah. Blah blah blah he told me "for real." You can't say that like that to me."
At which point I nearly just leave Q and Q's other friends and go home. I had my bike anyway. Luckily, the bus showed up and they all hopped on that. Done.

By all means get drunk if you like doing that. Just don't do stupid shit that makes people pissed off at you and pretend like they're the bad guys.

Q won't remember this circumstance I'm sure, but I now have less respect for Q. That's sad, but I truely can only put up with so much.

All Things Bike

So to start it off, I just want to say that this girl is who I will marry. It's difficult to know where to start on "things that are so right about this picture."

She's on a rickshaw. Which most important component is the bike. Which is cool.
She's in India. I know cause the hindi on the sign and that's the same bike everyone has in India.
I am a plaid fiend. And it's better when it's colorful.
Flats are my favorite shoes on girls. They look fun with just about everything, they're casual, and heels are just too much.
Tats. Wrist and leg.
Sick glasses that match the shirt.
Good hair. Simple and sometimes the fake blond looks good. This is one of those cases.

Unfortunately, if you ride bikes on a normal basis, your legs will look like this when your foot is pointed down. I'm just going to pretend that she rode that around India doing humanitarian work.


Here's a fun song to enjoy:

Glass Candy - Rolling Down The Hills


So I have some stories to tell. Yesterday they both happened.

First:
I am late for leaving for class. I head out of the Musee d'Orsay courtyard into the main quai. I see this dude biking in a suit. He has hair that looks like my professor of french. Turns out that it is. Crazy. So i pass him and say hello and he tells me that I needed to go fast so i could tell the class that he would be late and not to worry. So I do. I get up there and tell the class. This is the point in the story that I would like to say I was in jeans and a short-sleeve button-up shirt. When I got up to the room I was still sweating and had to take the 10 minutes that it took the professor to show up to just be standing up cooling off. But my point is that french people don't sweat or something. He gets there still in his full suit With a tie and has like one drop of sweat on the side of his forehead. Ridiculous. That hill going up to Trocadero from the seine is no joke.

Second: Me and Joe were sitting on the side of the road right by the seine at St. Michel. He had just bought some postcards and it was nice out so we were just chilling. This girl who we think was irish came up to us and asked us where the gallway pub was. We were like...uh...no idea did you get told where it was or on what street?
no
oh okay then. well i don't know what one but my friend works up at the Highlander and it's at the next bridge. It's pretty cool. You just take the little alley-way on the left.
oh cool. i'll just check that out then. thanks.
no prob.
So we were sitting there talking for about 15 more min and Joe brings up that he thinks she's irish. and I say hum that's funny, there's an irish flag right over there. Wait. does that say Gallway pub? HAHAHA.
So this chick was facing us while talking to us and if she had just looked right about 80 degrees (which she did cause she turned that way to look where i was pointing) she would have seen it. Also, if you're from a country wouldn't you probably recognize your own flag??? DUMB.

Colin, I would like to say that I appreciate your return to the blogging community and your retreat from the twitter fad. You're ahead of the curve.
I would, however, like to do you one better and provide a better picture of a bike chick than the one you provided. In fact I have a few:
001
002
003 (it says "lucky saddle")
004 (this one is really because i can't figure out how those piercings work. piercings that go through her whole body to her back?)
005
006

So enjoy those.

Rooftime awaits. I might change it to a pretty color later.