[No, I refuse to fight Magneto. Your nomination system sucks. Vote for someone without metal in their spine. Take out your tongue ring and stop being a sissy.]

I got up early and cleaned up my music directories, then headed out to the garage for some bike situation assessment. Thanks to misslake bringing my bike in when I was too ass-lazy- as opposed to head-lazy- the chain is still good and the tires only needed a bit of air. I broke the air pump.

[It's not like I'm Wolverine. My super-healing powers are only moderate, and I don't have any claws. Wouldn't matter if I was, Wolverine would still just get his adamantium spine tore out.]

It still works, but with a bit of awkwardness. My bike pump, so it's okay. You just gotta hold it on tight with one hand and pump with the other. Use of feet required.

[I wish I was Wolverine, be cool to live forever. Even if I was, still not fighting Magneto. I'd have enough trouble keeping what's-his-name, Sabertooth off my back.]

I am almost afraid of this first ride of the spring. I haven't used any of those muscles during my winter sloth. I'm thinking of staying off the main roads and finding a route less terrifying than Bathurst St. The risk here is encountering one-way streets and dead ends. I'll be heading to work after all, slight time issue. Study of a map may be in order. Or just leaving early.

[Hell, just throw KT at him and cut off his hands while he's distracted. She's cute and pink, he won't see it coming.]

Also, I seem to have clogged our network last night while downloading Serenity.