vacation entry #1

Woke up: 1:39pm.

followed by

Iced double espresso.

playtime v: the winner

Lots of people seem to think a person advertising their opinionatedness must be female. And lots seem to think it involves a pretty damned fancy car.

Not so on either account.

The answer to this week's plate is a male, white, fat, crew-cutted, retired cop in a Chevy Nova.

I am just taking all of the "elegant," "attractive," "hot," and "blogging" women out of the running.

Also, Matherita intrigued me by putting "she" in quotation marks. I wonder how this red neck lookin' cop would like being referred to as "she". But quotes or no quotes, I am narrowing it down to the two outright male guesses:

The Capt's Dr. Phil.

and

Nils' "white male republican in his mid fifties." (which interestingly is a pretty good description of Dr. Phil)

If the guy remotely resembled Dr. Phil this would go to Cap't but since he looked more liked the drawings of the cops from the drug convention in Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, I gotta go with Nils.

Congratulations to this week's winner: Nils

keep watch for another installment of the License Plate Game coming soon at THORN AND THISTLE.

playtime v

How to play:

I report on a personalized license plate I saw during my commute and you all guess on the kind of car.

Feel free to guess on whatever other details you care to include (this time I am pretty sure of the driver's profession).

This week's plate: OPIN8ED

who among you will come visit me?

The cross street to the cul de sac on which Miss Kate and I live is a rush hour secret cut through from one major road to another that attracts the "I need to shave 180 seconds off my commute" crowd.

There's a guy who has driven past me a few times while I've been out walking my dog in the morning. He drives his maroon Lincoln Towncar about 60 mph down a 25 mph street.

I am going to kill him.

So far I've only got close enough to raise my fist and shout "SLOW DOWN MUTHAFUCKA!"

So, at the trial, I suspect the prosecutors will produce this blog entry as evidence of premeditation. So be it.

This guy's at the top of my list.

how i became a believer

I rarely remember dreams. I am jealous of people that do. So I am always excited when I do:

I was in the hospital giving birth. They had made a C-section type incision in my lower abdomen, but I still had to push. They wanted to pump me full of drugs and I told them I had a very high tolerance for pain and didn't want any but I had an underlying doubt of my own strength.

I was spared the actual memory of the birth and the next thing I rememeber was being presented with the child who was 1) of no possible resemblance to me; and 2) not an infant, but looked about a year and a half old. After hanging out with him for a while I just decided to ask him who he was and he said he had been sent from God. I realized that I was now required to believe in God and I had mixed emotions about this.

group think time

I like cycling. I always did. But until fairly recently, I never got into mountain biking. In the last several weeks, while mountain biking I've given myself the following: (numbers indicate, on a 1-10 scale, how much I am currently considering seeking medical help for the particular condition)

a nice laceration on my right ankle that turned into one of those angry, red, puffy dealies. 0

a contusion on my shin that looked so bad when it first happened my riding buddy thought my knee had somehow slid down into my shin. I still can't fully extend my leg when I wake up in the morning. 4

a neck injury that requires first getting onto my knees if I want to stand up from a reclining position. 1

a shoulder injury that is currently forcing me to type this with one hand because I can't lift my left arm high enough to reach the keyboard. 8

Miss Kate has said that maybe it's time to realize this sport is not for me. What you all think, cyberpals? Back on the horse or shoot the horse?