Bicycle Blues
Today, as part of my resolution to get back in touch with my inner cyclist, and at the urging of my parents, I decided to embark on a quest for Discworld books. (This is epic language for a bike ride downtown to Chapters.) I changed into my cycling shorts, grabbed a saddlebag and carefully made sure I had my wallet and my keys in it, adjusted my helmet straps, climbed on my bike, and I was off.
The wind was at my back, the sun was shining bright, the sky was blue with fluffy clouds, and as I coasted I wondered why it took so much convincing to get me off my lazy ass.
Near Scifi Anime on St. Catherine street, some dumbass on a bike almost crashed into me. He was on a one-way street going the wrong way. I nearly had a heart attack. But after a moment's internal swearing, I forgot about it.
I only became gradually aware that I had forgotten my bike lock as I neared Chapters. Not wanting to abandon my quest so near to my Holy Grail, I tried to look for a place I could leave my bike where it wouldn't get stolen immediately after I let it out of my sight. I became paranoid. Everywhere I looked, I saw bicycle theives.
Now you might wonder what kind of sick bastard would steal someone's beat up, duck-taped, rusted, love-showered bike, but I've had a bike stolen before this, and there are so many people downtown it's only a statistical likelyhood that there are more of these diseased sons of rats. So finally, with no other choice, I walked my bike up to Maisonneuve and pedalled back home defeated.
Waste of time. T_T
Oh- Last night Dad and I saw Robocop on Space. It was a fun movie. Pretty hoky at times, 'cause of the old special effects. You could tell the robots were animated rather than CGed. Dad was on a real nostalgia trip. The villains were total idiots, the main character was pretty much Robot!Frankenstein's monster, and the movie kept interrupting itself with gag commercials, which is really disconcerting when you're watching it on TV. One of the fake commercials was for a board game called Nuke'm... Or some variation thereof, which would have made me giggle if I hadn't been so busy wondering about what the heck was going on.
The wind was at my back, the sun was shining bright, the sky was blue with fluffy clouds, and as I coasted I wondered why it took so much convincing to get me off my lazy ass.
Near Scifi Anime on St. Catherine street, some dumbass on a bike almost crashed into me. He was on a one-way street going the wrong way. I nearly had a heart attack. But after a moment's internal swearing, I forgot about it.
I only became gradually aware that I had forgotten my bike lock as I neared Chapters. Not wanting to abandon my quest so near to my Holy Grail, I tried to look for a place I could leave my bike where it wouldn't get stolen immediately after I let it out of my sight. I became paranoid. Everywhere I looked, I saw bicycle theives.
Now you might wonder what kind of sick bastard would steal someone's beat up, duck-taped, rusted, love-showered bike, but I've had a bike stolen before this, and there are so many people downtown it's only a statistical likelyhood that there are more of these diseased sons of rats. So finally, with no other choice, I walked my bike up to Maisonneuve and pedalled back home defeated.
Waste of time. T_T
Oh- Last night Dad and I saw Robocop on Space. It was a fun movie. Pretty hoky at times, 'cause of the old special effects. You could tell the robots were animated rather than CGed. Dad was on a real nostalgia trip. The villains were total idiots, the main character was pretty much Robot!Frankenstein's monster, and the movie kept interrupting itself with gag commercials, which is really disconcerting when you're watching it on TV. One of the fake commercials was for a board game called Nuke'm... Or some variation thereof, which would have made me giggle if I hadn't been so busy wondering about what the heck was going on.