Do You Know What Time It Is?

Tenacious D time, ya mothahfuckah waaa! Actually, it's time to start riding bikes everywhere. It's like sci-fi out there. Our parents never would have believed that gas would be easily over $3.00 a gallon. And I can't see it getting cheaper. A linear system cannot exist indefinitely with finite resources. Or something like that.

The enormous messenger bag I bought some months back was decided upon with the intention of doing more chore-type stuff on my bicycle, like grocery shopping and such. Have I since? Not really. I've picked up a few things, but that's about it. However recently I've been hanging out with a guy named Kurtz, and even though he doesn't preach or talk about it, I get inspired to be all about doing things on a bike. I don't know what it is, but the ideal of being bike-sufficient seems easily attainable. Like it's not as much of a Big Thing as I subconsciously think it is. Although, I still commute like I'm chasing some illusive nirvana-encrusted donut. And with my good friend Whey Protein I have two-weeks and five more pounds of muscle to prove it. I seriously need to take some measurements before I go on a reasonable regime of creatine supplements this week.

Pets make life nice. When we tell people how many pets we steward in our apartment they laugh with mild shock. Two pugs, a cat, a gerbil, and a bunny. Plus theres a spider in the corner that I just can't bring myself to put out in the cold. Sure, it's a bitch sometimes. I won't lie. The pugs (especially Maudie) require constant pets. I clean up after them two or three times daily. I don't do anything that many times daily. I worry about Gerbie the gerbil. She's alone now and old, although she's as energetic as she's ever been. Bunny isn't potty trained and chews on electrical cables when not supervised. Tilly is pretty much the perfect cat, aside from some rambunctiousness at night.

But when they're all running around the living room together (sans Gerbie, of course), playing and jumping around each other, it's wonderful. Bunny is the funniest thing when she's out of her cage. She cuts off the dogs, headbutts anything that stays still long enough, and kicks up her little hind feet as she runs around the couch. Today she was even tugging on my pant legs. And Tilly is a constant joy. The only other being I've found as cuddly as me. And she has a crazy vertical jump. And c'mon, pugs are just tiny smelly balls of adorable incarnate. I just wish we had a big yard with a tall fence for them all to get into trouble in.

The new Nine Inch Nails album is good. I've given it two or three full listens today and put the included wallpapers on all two computer I frequent. I've always liked Trent's instrumental stuff.

Time for bed. Kasey has to be up at Four and the two sleeping pills she took just kicked in.

Have a pleasant night, and a kick-ass tomorrow.

- David