The Greatest Form of Flattery

It's either mockery or emulation, I can't remember which.

Either way, Sinfest once again gets my vote for Cutest Comic Evar.


My weekend was passable. On Saturday I joined up with a group of patrons from my local bike shop and we headed out on a twenty-four mile ride. There were about seven of us total and the pace was mellow enough to be enjoyable but not annoying. I had my fears about keeping up with a pack of spandexed, carbon-wielding, fifty-geared peers but I more than held my own. It was fun.

I cleaned my apartment, took a hot bath, a nap or two with the cat and the gal, read, helped make a cake, helped eat some cake, changed a tire, got some new scrapes, failed to pirate software, and made tea. Not bad.

I cannot believe it's December. I don't know if I'm carrying around negative connotations from last year or something, but I'm already sick of Christmas music/movies/TV specials. The weather, decorations, and gift-giving can stay though.

Okay, work is busy today. Taker 'er easy, pardners.

- David