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day 7: state champs

man alive, that course was fun.  indoor bmx track.  that’s all i need to say.  on top of that, i spent the morning hoping that we’d get dumped on during the race, and sure enough, mother nature was gracious and supplied us with all the falling water we could want.

results?  since you’re asking, i rode myself to into seventh place and a case of near hypothermia, and enjoyed every second of it.  this cat, kyle, from team highschool gave me a good battle from beginning to end - never let me have a second to relax - and it’s hard to ask for much more than that from a cross race.  veed fared a bit better in the results department, bringing home fourth place, despite an untimely dropped chain that may very well have cost him the podium…  i didn’t stick around for the “a” races, but it looks like kevin and alalia both nabbed second in their respective races, which really makes them quite the power couple.

all in all, the day left me feeling like this;

rainbows and stuff

ugh, this post is way too fucking positive, isn’t it?  it’s making me feel like i overdosed on gumdrops and soda pop.  i don’t think i can take any more, so i’m off to watch the blair witch project 2: more witchy wackiness!, or whatever it’s called.

oh, by the way, i think bloodfreak is cancelled…  anybody have anything else great to substitute?  preferably something that netflix will let you watch through the internet tubes???  anyone?

alright people, it’s late, lets all go to bed.  see you at the crusade tomorrow!

love,

the tiniest sprinter

oh man, it’s only day six of my solid month of blogging, and i already almost missed one!  i swear, i’d forget my own head if it wasn’t attached so firmly with various kinds of tissue, like muscle and ligaments and veins and such.

anyway, for today, i’m simply going to present you with a video.  this might old news, or it might be totally fresh, i have no idea.  it’s new to me though, and it’s totally batshit crazy, so i must share.

enjoy!

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ps:  if that video isn’t showing up for you, try clicking hereif that doesn’t work either, then i guess it wasn’t meant to be…

jump that burger in the moon indeed!  man, i really like scotty’s pants.

oh!  speaking of pants, big sis posted today on this certain way to dress yourself that involves maths.  i think it’s pretty interesting, and i’m going to use it in the future to ensure that i’m always clothed at my exact magic comfort number.

that number is 3, by the way.  4, if i can count underpants.  1, if the boss isn’t around, because only suckers dress from the waist down when they’re unsupervised…

anyway, i think it’s nearing my bed time, so i’m signing off.  tomorrow’s a big day, and i’ve got to be fresh so i can pedal my one-speed like a pro at the cyclocross state championships!

over and out.

xoxo,

the tiniest sprinter

ps:  stay tuned to see if bloodfreak is replaced by something else for movie club this round…  it would appear that blockbuster’s copy is cracked in half.  i bet it was a drug addict’s fault.  somebody should really drink that person’s blood already.

poll results for the text color are in!  do you want to see ‘em?  they are as follows:

* bare carbon   -  11

* purple            -  7

* light blue        -  3

* neon green    -  1

* red                 -  0

so the winner-by-a-landslide is…  neon green!  wait, what?

yes, neon green.  readers, i care deeply about your opinions, i really do.  usually.  in this case however, i’ve decided that carbon is just too boring.  veed came correct when he said it’s something a marketing department would be ok with, and with limitless unmarketable possibilities at my very fingertips, i think something as tame as bare carbon would be a waste of an opportunity.

neon green, however, says “i’m adventurous, i’m bold, and also maybe i’m colorblind!  look at meeeeee!”

green script look at me

it’s going to be great, people, just you wait and see.  in the approximate words of mr. slawta himself, “it’s going to be hard to look at.  it’s going to vibrate.”

i should have it painted and in my hot little hands some time next week or so.  pictures to follow.

moving on!

so you know how when you take apart something electronic, like a vcr or a computer or a mr. popeil showtime rotisserie cooker, you always – always - end up with extra screws-and-washers-and-clips-and-such after putting it back together?  good, i’m glad we’re on the same page here.  well as you all know, i recently finished building up my singlespeed cross bike.  while i wouldn’t really expect the extra parts phenomenon to occur with a bicycle, i experienced it today nonetheless.  i present to you:

extra cable what the heck

the extra straddle cable!

i had just returned from a lovely little workout in cathedral park, and as i was slotting my bicycle back in behind my desk chair, where it usually resides, i heard the sound of something falling to the carpet.  i looked down, and there it was; a lonely straddle cable.  i was baffled, because i couldn’t figure out how my brakes could have worked all day, and then just lost one of their vital parts as i rolled the bike through the office.  then i checked my brakes, and they were both very definitely with cable.

so where the hell did this one come from?

much like with the extra hardware i have left over from the showtime rotisserie, i naturally attribute the mystery cable to the work of ghosts.  there’s really no other good explanation, right?  see, i’ve had episodes of ghost-hunters running on hulu in the background all morning, and during a few lots of breaks i’ve been reading legends about bloody mary, so i’m assuming this is the case:  a spirit has probably been looking over my shoulder all day, and it concluded that i, like fox mulder before me, am a person who is open enough to extreme possibility, and that it’s worth making an effort to communicate…

excellent work, ghost!  excellent work indeed. 

i’m not going to respond though.  instead, i’m going to pretend i didn’t notice, and i’ll see what other kinds of free bike parts i can get out of the deal.

casper is a dead child

yes, i would also accept a free fox, you dead child you!

ok, after that bit of nonsense, i think i’m ready to call it a day on this here web log.  my brain is obviously not firing on all cylinders, so i’d better go back to engineerin’, which is far-and-away easier than trying to type something coherent.

love,

the tiniest sprinter

ps:  if you had to lose your nose or both ears, which would you choose?  we’re not talking senses here - you’d still be able to hear and smell - we’re just thinking about appearance.  you couldn’t wear glasses anymore either way, which is lame.  if you lost your ears, you’d be really streamlined for swimming, but if you lost your nose, you’d be a lot closer to looking like pac-man… 

pps:  i would lose my ears, because sometimes in bike crashes my nose is the only thing that stops me from landing right on my eyes.

day 4: a sandwich

oh lawd, sweetpea baking company makes a mean sandwich.  and i do mean mean.  i just polished off a little no-chicken salad number, and it kicked my ass right in…  right in – with goodness!  what’s that?  that doesn’t make any sense?  shut up, it does.  i should have taken a picture to show you, and then you’d see.

what made it so good?  wetness.  wetness made it good.  the sandwich was just the size of a regular piece of bread, but it probably weighed damn near…  i don’t know, a lot.  sorry, i’m not good with the weight estimations.  it’s my shortcoming; we’ve all got one.  anyway, it was a heavy heavy sandwich, and i attribute the pleasing heft to the high water content of the ingredients.  now don’t get me wrong, the sandwich was by no means soggy – that would ruin it – but it was wet enough that wherever i gripped it firmly, the bread would compress and get a little damp, and some sauce would even squeezed out through the pores.  delightful!

see, i’m a believer that wetness and heft are always critical to the success of a sandwich.  this is obvious when it’s no-chicken salad we’re talking about, but even sandwiches with just veggies and some sort of slices-of-whatever need to work it with the dampness.  while moistness alone can’t guarantee a sandwich victory, the lack of it leads to certain failure.

so what’s the key to getting the saturation level just right?  if the item that your sandwich is based around is nice and moist, that’s a start.  freshly washed lettuce or spinach can really add a lot too, since they’ll bring some droplets to the game.  tomato is obviously a good idea.  i like a few olives or peppers in a sandwich as well, straight out of the jar, so that you get some juice. 

the real key, however, is in the condiments.

mustard.  oh, mustard, you’re truly my favorite kind of ‘tard.  what would i do without you?

and mayonnaise…  oh how i love the mayonnaise!  unfortunately, mayonnaise is made from sadness eggs, so i do not buy or eat it.  very fortunately, there is something just as good, nay, better, on the shelves of just about any grocery store classy enough to not sell slim-jims at the checkout counter.  it’s called…

vegenaise!

go get some, even if you’re not vegan, ok?  it’s better.  it tastes better (very very similar, but better) than mayonnaise, and it’s probably better for you as well, which is good, because you’ll want to put it on everything.

combo some vegenaise with your mustard of choice, slather it on thick, and you’ve got a solid base for a world-class sandwich right there!  it’s so simple!

and yet…

in my travels – sometimes as far away as one hundred miles from my house – i have had some truly (truly) awful sandwiches.  more specifically, awful sandwiches that didn’t have to be awful.  and the reason why?  no damn vegenaise!

see, a lot of sandwich joints have bread that is vegan.  a lot of them have some sort of vegan thing for the middle part of the sandwich too, like a veggie-patty, or some faux meat slices.  if they don’t have anything like that, they’ll certainly do you a vegetable sandwich piled high with plant goodness.  what’s commonly missing though, is the vegenaise.  you can get an otherwise deluxe sandwich, but if you have to eat it on dry bread… well…  shit.

and that seems to happen a lot.

the part that kills me is this:  vegenaise is neither expensive, nor hard to come by.  a jar takes up very little room in a fridge, and it lasts for a really long time.  there’s no good reason for a place to not have it around.  if it’s the sort of thing a business just hasn’t thought of, then i understand, and i’ll try to make comments.  if it’s something they’ve heard of, and they just don’t have any?  well that’s just lame.  if the place has actually gone out of their way to create vegan options by omitting the non-vegan stuff, and then they don’t bother to have vegenaise to put in its place?  if that’s the case, i’m done with ‘em.  yes, i’m looking at you, burgerville.

it’s a $5 jar of magic, and if a place surprised me by having it, i’d be batting for their team ’til the end.  it just seems like such an easy way to make a customer happy, while ensuring some loyalty and future visits, you know?  the same goes for tofutti cream cheeze.  just have a tub, and i’ll love you forever!  it’s not that hard!

anyway, sweetpea has the vegan condiments, and they’ve got them in spades.  they use them liberally, and they’ve won my heart.  three cheers for heavy sandwiches!

love,

the tiniest sprinter

i was going to write a race report for the astoria halloween weekend races, but then i remembered that i think race reports are lame.  cyclocross race reports are particularly boring, since there’s generally not much more to say than “everybody rode about as hard as they could for x amount of minutes, and they tried to not crash or get flat tires.”

cyclocross pictures, on the other hand, are pretty not boring.  so here’s some pictures of the team that other people took, and that i later stole:

 

90 degree tomahawk

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biker chicks like what

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denim and tan lines

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he could whip people with that belt like pooty tang

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wrinkly ass arm skin

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he has really subtle little boobies if you look

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i wish you could see his leather hot pants better

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two percenters

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look at this retard

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peewee will kill you

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the dude glows people

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those tights are mean

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tiniest outlaw

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tony wore his pajamas in the race

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you sir are a sissy

bonus shot:  what a wimp!

 

so there you go, that was astoria!  i’m sorry i didn’t get pictures of everybody in there, but i grew a tiny bit exhausted going through album after album, you know?  if you want to see more pics, these are the spots i found mine at:

 

here

here

here

here

here

 

ok, i’m going now.

xoxo,

the tiniest sprinter

 

ps:

rate a hottie

rate a hottie 2

oh my!  facebook wants me to rate the physical appearance of women with enormous boobs!  facebook…  sigh…  i don’t really like you.  i have a hunch that big sis doesn’t like this too much either…

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