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Rompies with Ruby

Hi cats and kitties!!  Here I am on our Christmas Eve rompies.  We escaped the family hahaha.   Anyway, it was really hot, but that’s cool.  It’s better than the rain we had for the last week.  My rompies were not at all excellent last week.  But!  Like I said, today was hot and sunny, and we rompied for three miles, which was not really enough but Codename:Stabby got lazy last week and it’s all she could manage.  Whatever.

Anyway, we met a nice man in a Jeep coming down the mountain when we we’re going up and he said I was “nice” which was nice of him.  Then I sat in the river which was really cold, which surprised me.  But I got a good drink, and then we left and came home and I took a little nap then we went to Burger King for dinner, which I love.  I had a Whopper Jr., which I love.

Ok, so have a great Christmas my fellow doggies!!  I hope you get chewies and tennis balls!  I’ll check in later.

Daily free music from Minnesota Public Radio

Inspired by the other NPR post, my local and hearted public conglomerate has a music station that has a free song every day, downloadable in podcast form on the iTunes store.

It’s wonderful.

Song of the day

And you’re welcome to freely utilize our public radio awesomeness unless you say mean things about Minnesotans being snobby about our awesomeness. You can still utilize it, but you have to debase yourselves by saying we’re at least a little bit awesome.

Know your motorcycle slang

Have an eccentric uncle who fixes up old two-stroke Yamahas? Does your husband/boyfriend frequently escape the house on Saturday afternoons to go tearing off on his BMW?

If so, here’s a quick glossary of slang so that you can sound more like a real rider and less like a typical dumbass cager.

ape-hangers – huge handlebars that require you to hold your hands up extremely high. ONLY ever acceptable on a custom chopper, but even then they’re awful because it makes the bike virtually impossible to handle with any precision.

beemer – a BWM motorcycle. Not to be confused with “Bimmer” car. The motorcycle of choice for geeky types. The tech guy at your office probably has one.

busa – The Suzuki Hayabusa. This is basically the fastest production bike on the market for the past 8 years or so. Extremely popular with guys who like putting fluorescent blue lights and huge shiny wheels on their rides.

butt jewelry – What sportbikers call Harleys and choppers due to all the pointless chrome-and-tassle shit they bolt onto their bikes.

cafe racer – A 1960s British term for kids who would strip down their bikes and hot rod them so that they could race from cafe to cafe. Think Rockers in the whole rockers vs. mods battles. These are basically the coolest motorcycles on the planet. Everyone will love you if you show up to bike night on an old cafe racer.

cage – A car.

cager – A car driver. As in, “that goddamn brainless idiot cager should have his exhaust pipe shoved up his ass.”

chicken strips – the narrow strips of fresh rubber at the edges of the tires. The less you have the bike leaned over, the wider the chicken strips.

get-off – A euphemism for a crash. No motorcyclist has EVER just crashed. It’s always a get-off, or he had to “lay ‘er down” or something.

gixxer (pronounced “jixxer”) – The Suzuki GSXR line of sportbikes. They are inexpensive and ridiculously fast, so they’re extremely popular with 19-year-old kids who ride like maniacs (see “squids”).

Hardley-Ableson – Derisive nickname for a Harley-Davidson. The key to understanding the two-wheeled world is that H-D guys ONLY love H-Ds and people who ride other brands universally DETEST the slow, heavy, ill-handling Harleys.

lump – The motorcycle’s engine.

naked – A style of bike that has no plastic bodywork (called fairings).

performance award – A speeding ticket.

pillion – This one can mean either a passenger riding on the back of the bike or the back seat itself.

pirate – Ever notice how Harley people dress in silly black leather outfits with skulls all over them? Exactly. ARRRRGH, MATEY.

pudding bowl – The stupid little barely-legal bowl-shaped helmets that pirates wear in helmet-law states. They offer absolutely no protection, so if anyone ever offers you a ride and hands you one of these, politely decline and insist on a full-face helmet, which protects the face, jaw and back of the head.

Rossi wannabe – Valentino Rossi is the 8-time world champion of grand prix motorcycle racing, so he’s basically the sport’s Michael Jordan and one of Europe’s most famous athletes (seriously). If you see someone tucked way over trying to get his knee down on the street like he’s in a race, you can call him this.

scooter – NOT a scooter. A scooter is a motorcycle. Ok, scooters are also called scooters but you can refer to your motorcycle as a scooter. Some bikers call themselves “scooter trash,” which kind of makes you sound like you’ve watched too much “Easy Rider.”

smoker – A two-stroke motorcycle. The EPA effectively banned two-stroke bikes, but they were huge in the 70s and 80s and are known for producing huge clouds of blue smoke and a noise that can best be described as a billion angry bees.

the slab – Any super-highway. To be avoided if at all possible because highways are incredibly boring on a bike.

sled – A motorcycle. See “scooter.”

splitting – Also called lane-splitting, filtering or white-lining. This is riding in between two lanes during traffic jams. It’s legal in California and every other country in the world besides the U.S. It’s actually safer than sitting in a lane during stop-and-go traffic because it lowers the risk of a rear-end crash. Plus it uses the roads more efficiently. If you ever see motorcyclists riding up toward you in between the lanes, give him/her a few inches. You’ll get to your destination just as fast.

squid – A squid is a dangerous, young sportbike rider. Think wife beaters and flip-flops and Gixxers. There are about a billion different theories for where the term squids came from. I like to think it’s an acronym for “Stupid Quick Until I’m Dead,” but it also may have come from the nickname for all the Navy sailors riding around San Diego. If you’re riding with a buddy who’s taking risks and riding fast, you can even call him “squidly.”

the twisties – Twisty roads.

Santa Would Like to Leave You a Voicemail

Google really knows how to make people like them and shill their products at the same time.  They have setup a Google Voice line just for Santa so you can have him call someone and leave a message.  I’m sure it’s aimed at convincing kids Santa really does exist but I have a suspicion that about 90% of these calls will be directed at adults and be slightly naughty, though this is tough to accomplish.

The basic idea is that you enter your name, the recipient’s name and then select various messages to include.  I sent one to the wife and she chuckled.

Since having only one Santa related product tie in isn’t enough for a company of their size, Google has also entered the highly lucrative Santa tracking game.

More info at the Google Voice Blog.

Was it all just a dream?

Perhaps it’s the drugs.

Lately, I’ve been having as least one very vivid dream each week. When I awaken, I can remember the details so well that I actually have to question whether or not I actually did teleport myself to Chicago where I met up with an ex who then took me to Joseph Arthur’s house so we could crash there for the night.

Yeah, maybe it is the drugs.

Then, there was the dream where my co-workers and I had to move offices to a more crowded floor, but first, we had to go to a concert in an amphitheater. I can easily remember walking through the grass towards the stage and waiting for the band to perform. There was even an instance in the dream where one of the guys from the band recognized me.

Drugs are good! Mmmkay?!?

No matter their subject, I can’t complain about the dreams, actually. My physical life isn’t nearly as exciting, so I’m glad at least one part of my brain is firing and making sure I have a good time somewhere.

Manic Elves

Crossposted from bbqcornnuts.typepad.com

My four year old son is so wound up about Christmas that I’m somewhat concerned that he will spontaneously combust from his own excitement. It is extremely cute and Christmas morning is definitely one of the best times to be a parent. It’s particularly rewarding with my son, who is easily pleased and is thrilled when someone gives him a new pencil.

But how on earth are we going to get our children to sleep on Christmas Eve? We’ve got presents to put together and we’d like to set it up to look like Santa Claus made an effort. I’ve got to find some way to get the kids to bed and make them stay there.

I’m fortunate enough to have fairly mellow children for the most part. They’re small so they get into plenty of nonsense but they’re generally well-behaved. However, in the last few days, they have turned into manic little elves. My son is almost hysterical with Christmas spirit. We’ve had nonstop tantrums and I swear my son has regressed into a two year old. He’s also been puking a lot. My 2 year old daughter doesn’t remember last year but she knows something is up and is excited by default.

I’ve decided that my best bet is to completely exhaust them on Christmas Eve. Here’s a preliminary schedule I’ve worked up:

5 am: Let’s get up early!

7-10 am: Wind sprints in the park

10-noon: High impact hide and seek

1-3: Extreme Gymnastics

3-6 pm: As much running as possible

7-8 pm: Mainlining Sleepytime tea

8 pm: Straitjackets and locked bedroom doors

Rainy Rompies with Ruby

Well.  Here I am with my 8yo nephew.  We’re wet.  I don’t really like it all that much.

I did not have a decent rompie all weekend because of the rain.  But, we did errands today and then went to the upper football field at the high school and I got to run around in the pouring rain in the puddles and I had a blast.  I am soaked!  It’s not so bad now, because I am laying on the warm bed drying out.  And the Cabin will smell like me!  Which is how it should be.