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By ObviousTroll (Thu May 28, 2009 at 12:28:01 PM EST) (all tags)
Every time I try to write a diary entry, my mind just whites out.

It's not like I have anything to talk about that I don't want to talk about - it's just that every time I try to write something, I go blank.

On the other hand, last weekend I heard 2nd or 3rd hand that an in-law has been telling people how much they like to read my diary. This can mean only one of two things: either I have an in-law who really enjoys reading my diary, or my mom is planting rumors because she likes to read my diary.

Either way, that makes me feel bad for not writing anything in months.

So, let's try the factual approach: Facebook has been an interesting experience. I signed up solely because you can't look at the site unless you sign up, and I was curious. Within a few days I not only discovered that some of my family were already on, Yankeehack found me and told me we had an IRL friend in common. (Note to YH: As you and I were chatting, our friend-in-common started IM'ing me and telling me to be nice to you because you were good people.)

And now, of course, my mom is on it too, which means I can't post anything important there.

What else? Well, I've taken all the advice I got here on the FB app I wrote and applied it as best I can. I fixed the date-handling problems with the import function, the log now handles metric and AmericanImperial units, I added ride-types, I fixed the import to be more flexible with date processing and you can now use the ride types to filter the data in your graphs. I loved adhoc's idea of integrating GPS tracks & Google maps, but that probably won't happen for a long while. If you've a mind, and you're on facebook - please give it a try and give me some more feedback!

Next step is to make the graphs completely configurable - let the user define what they want in the graph and how it should appear (within some tight limits).

What else? Eh. Work is work, grad school is done for the summer and, as of this moment, I've ridden nearly 800 miles this year.

Actually, that last reminds me of something I could share.... Over Memorial Day weekend, I went for a long ride, starting from Pottstown and heading towards Reading. Halfway there, though, I got bored of riding on the rail-trail so I cut over to 422 and started coming back. That wasn't all that exciting either so when I saw a "this way" sign, I decided to head towards Hopewell Village.

Unfortunately, however, that sign was an evil piece of misdirection - about 2 miles along, instead of coming to a lovely piece of Americana, I came to a place where a stream had washed the bridge out. I could see where the road continued on the other side.

Now, it wasn't a very wide stream - no more than 15 feet - and it didn't look very deep, because I could see the rocks on the bottom very clearly. Couldn't have possibly been more than shin deep.

So, I scrambled down the bank, bike on my back and stepped into the water.

Up to my waist.

Apparently the creek water was very, very clear....

and with a strong current, too....

Because my bike nearly went sailing away without me.

This was one of those life-defining moments, you know? Because I had two options. I could whine and squeal and scramble back the way I came, or I could laugh at my stupidity and enjoy the experience.

But, hey, I’ve made a life out of being an idiot, so I chose the second path - I forded the creek, climbed up the other bank, laughed a hearty macho laugh and jumped back on my bike and continued on....

Till I came to a sign.


That concerned me a little, so I rode faster. And I couldn't help but notice that the road surface had been badly undercut in sections and obviously hadn't been used in several years. So I rode even faster.

Then I came to the second creek.

And the bridge was out.

(Later I found out it was the same creek - I'd just been crossing an oxbow in it.)

Two life-defining moments within 15 minutes! W00t!

At least I knew what was going to happen this time, and I crossed this one much faster than the first one.

But, this time, my hearty macho laughter was sounding a trifle strained, even to my own ears. After all, for all I knew I was deep in the middle of blasting territory.


So I rode… quite quickly, hoping that I’d cross a public road soon, and fearing that I was going to find myself at a dead end, looking at a sweaty Irishman wearing a hard hat and holding a detonator.

Instead, as the road began to look like it was going to cross the stream a third time, I found a fly fisherman. I stopped and, after looking around to ensure there were no witnesses, I asked him the best way to get back to 422.

And, honest-to-God, his jaw dropped and we had one of those "you can't get there from here" conversations, that finished with him explaining to me that I would either have to retrace my steps or continue in the direction I was going for several more miles and then loop back around the quarry that we were next to. (which was why I had been seeing those blasting signs.)

And, oh, by the way, the road back was going to take me up over the top of that there line of hills.

How badly did I not want to retrace my steps?

Pfft. In for a penny, in for a pound, I always say, so putting my hands on my hips, I gave another hearty hearty laugh and went on my way.

(The fisherman thought I was gasping for breath, but I was laughing. Really.)

And I did go away, and away, and away, and up, and up, and up. It was beautiful country, I think, but it was hard to tell because of sweat pouring down my face. Eventually I met a guy watering his plants and he told me, "Good news, bad news. The bad news is you're still 2 miles from getting back on the trail. The good news is that once you pass that stop sign, it's all down hill."

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I start my diary Monday morning by georgeha (2.00 / 0) #1 Thu May 28, 2009 at 12:31:50 PM EST
in a text file, and fill it out all week.

That's inefficient though, my life is often boring and routine, and a perl script could write my diary.

Clearly, you need an amphibious bike.

If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck... by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #2 Thu May 28, 2009 at 12:37:56 PM EST
DUKW rides are expensive by georgeha (4.00 / 1) #3 Thu May 28, 2009 at 12:55:06 PM EST
twelve year old wanted one when we were in DC.

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Yeah, touristy things always are. by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #9 Thu May 28, 2009 at 07:01:43 PM EST
I've just learned to (a) stop spending a month before vacation and (b) don't look at the receipts till after vacation is over.

An Angry and Flatulent Pig, Trying to Tie Balloon Animals
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Facebook by ucblockhead (4.00 / 1) #4 Thu May 28, 2009 at 01:15:49 PM EST
At this point, not only is both my mother and my sister on it, but also most of the team at work.

So...don't expect me to post anything interesting!
[ucblockhead is] useless and subhuman

Heh. by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #5 Thu May 28, 2009 at 01:20:17 PM EST
When YH found me, it was cool - but it also reminded me how slack I've been about keeping my internet life and real life separated.

An Angry and Flatulent Pig, Trying to Tie Balloon Animals
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don't friend work people on fb. by garlic (2.00 / 0) #6 Thu May 28, 2009 at 05:58:53 PM EST
except you went and hired all the SF HUSItes except MNS anway...

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I had no choice by ucblockhead (2.00 / 0) #7 Thu May 28, 2009 at 06:40:39 PM EST
Because of [redacted work project]
[ucblockhead is] useless and subhuman
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No choice? by ObviousTroll (4.00 / 1) #8 Thu May 28, 2009 at 07:00:23 PM EST
LOL by yankeehack (4.00 / 1) #10 Thu May 28, 2009 at 07:39:05 PM EST
Well, if you think it's all weird Sir...

You still don't know how I know him, and why he wants to be nice to me... cough cough
"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB

I'm saying nothing else about that. by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #11 Thu May 28, 2009 at 11:43:45 PM EST
Did you know he and I used to get into the most amazing shouting matches when we worked together?

Then we'd all go to that ancient bar...  the General Lafayette? and get royally smashed.

An Angry and Flatulent Pig, Trying to Tie Balloon Animals
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That does not surprise me at all... /nt by yankeehack (2.00 / 0) #13 Fri May 29, 2009 at 07:56:28 AM EST

"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB
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A: He wants you to swing the hammer. by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #12 Fri May 29, 2009 at 03:06:46 AM EST
The hammer is his penis.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

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I know by yankeehack (4.00 / 1) #14 Fri May 29, 2009 at 12:24:01 PM EST
You have read about him before
"...she dares to indulge in the secret sport. You can't be a MILF with the F, at least in part because the M is predicated upon it."-CBB
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Oh, jeez. by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #15 Sat May 30, 2009 at 03:28:23 PM EST
Now I have to re-read all your diaries while I try to figure out which one is him.

An Angry and Flatulent Pig, Trying to Tie Balloon Animals
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