Category Archives: Fat ass

Eurotrash

July 28, 2012.  I swung a leg over the Silver Bullet and shoved off toward Mercersburg.  This was, I hoped, not to be a repeat of my first attempt several years ago, which ended 25 miles early at a McDonald’s, … Continue reading

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Core dump

This is one of those multi-topic, Spring cleaning posts.  It’s a bunch of random clutter I need to sweep out.  You’re the dust pan. April was #30daysofbiking.  I finished the month with at least one ride daily and 206 miles.  … Continue reading

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How far?

Yesterday, Christie and one of the troop’s co-leaders asked me if I’d go camping with the Girl Scouts this Spring.  There’s a wall tent with cots for the Dads to share, so I wouldn’t need to bring a tent.  “Cool,” … Continue reading

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New Year’s Resolutions – 2011

It’s about time for me to discuss all the crap I’m going to half-ass and then quit over the next 12 months.  Let’s start with the easy stuff. My first resolution is the same as everyone else’s.  Be 20 years … Continue reading

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Getting off my ass

It seems that lately I’ve had this thing I don’t usually have.  It feels kinda weird.  Not a latest-designer-STD weird, but almost a good kinda weird.  They call it motivation.  I hate that word. A few weeks back I started … Continue reading

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2010 Goals

Resolutions suck.  I never follow through.  So this year I’m setting some goals for myself instead.  These will all be closer to reasonable than impossible, and are guidelines for living better and doing more of the things I like.  I … Continue reading

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Open Letter to the Food Industry

Dear food company executive nincompoops, Prices go up.  We, your fat and sassy customers, know this.  It never goes down.  Not for long, anyway.  We know this, too.  As citizens of the fattest nation anywhere, anywhen we’ve eaten a lot … Continue reading

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Typewriter

Christie’s Nana let us bring home a typewriter that she couldn’t sell at the yard sale.  Olympiette 3 portable.  Orange and creme.  Retro chic.  I banged out a page on it this morning after flipping the ribbon, even hit every … Continue reading

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Who’s your Daddy?

Today I rode up 9th and Allen to the top of the hill where it intersects with 7th.  But today’s death ride was accompanied by Molly, who is three, and the trailer she rides in.  That’s right, folks.  I pulled … Continue reading

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Quit

When I quit smoking my greatest fear was not being able to control the addiction around other smokers.  Recovering alcoholics, at least for a while, probably avoid places with booze.  Like bars.  We’re allowed, for now, to smoke in more … Continue reading

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