Monday, July 22, 2002

My Bicycle

As of today, I am the proud owner of a Giant bicycle (that's the name brand, not the size. It's actually relatively small). Yes, it's true. I decided to get a bike and start riding around the 'hood. Seeing as it's so flat and all, and there's not busy traffic to knock me off it, I may actually have half a chance of puttering about my 'hood without getting killed. I got a helmet just in case.

I went to 360Cycles and told the guy, "alright. Look. I ain't Lance. I'm not going up a mountain. I haven't ridden a bike in years. Can you help me? I just want something to putter about the 'hood without killing myself." I ended up getting a hybrid bike that's designed for tooling about town. It's relatively flat and paved in my area. I hope I got the right bike. They seemed to know a LOT about bikes there. Phew! I didn't know there was so much to know.

The bike has brakes. I've never used a bike with breaks before. Don't laugh, but, I've always just put my feets down. Now I have to get used to this bike and not kill myself. I've never even ridden a bike with a helmet before. This is going to be fun. Entertaining for the neighbors, to say the least. I hope I don't fall. Too many times. I can hardly get off the thing. I didn't even see if it has a kickstand. I hope it does.

The wheel came off and it fit in the back of the hatch. It's going to be a fun ride home and a fun ride when I get home. Putter, putter. Maybe I should have gotten knee pads?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.


Thursday, July 11, 2002

Listen Carefully as our Voicemail Options have Recently Changed

One thing I forgot to mention about Ted's little shin-dig is that we got to listen to his telephone system. He freely admits to having "beefed it up" in the hopes of "making me sound like one of the big boys." When you call his number, an automated attendent answers and says, "Listen carefully as our voicemail options have recently changed." That's a bit like sitting on the mezzanine deck of the titanic and saying, "isn't that lounged chair mis-aligned?" I suppose Ted isn't as big as he thinks he is. If I were Bevis or Butthead, I'd laugh and say, "she said big" but I'm not so I won't. Maybe we should just start calling him La Petit Ted or something.

I went to an official unofficial "meeting" of the Eric Johnson listserv mailing list last night. Was fun, except for the fact that the gig was canceled on account of the rain. Still had a grand ole time downtown. It was interesting getting to talk with artists who are musically inclined rather than painters or photogs (the usual group with which I hang.) It can be very insightful talking to folks who are artists but work in a completely different medium. It was such a nice night, I enjoyed sitting out on the patio and enjoying the sunset. They have rescheduled the concert to happen in two weeks so, hopefully, I will be able to attend the replay. The only strange thing about the entire evening was that I felt rather silly "talking" with folks who usually talk on the computer. It's almost like we're not supposed to meet or something. I mean, is a listserv really supposed to work that way? I thought part of the deal was that you get to be anonymous over the net. Doesn't it ruin it if you meet in person?

I suppose I should just give it up and embrace the new technology and what the young folks are doing with it. Hey, if you want to use a listserv to actually meet another humanoid, to actually sit down, face-to-face with another living drone and share notes, be my guest. Who am I to pipe up and say, "hey, that's not allowed. It's supposed to be CYBER-space" right? I guess it's kind of like the Matrix. If you think about it too much, you will hurt your head. So don't think. Don't hurt. Just enjoy the flicker. It's only remnants of reality passing you by. What was that? Over there? Hmmm. Maybe just another flicker.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Monday, July 08, 2002

Ted's Last Goodbye

OK. Maybe it won't be his last. But it was fun. We went to Trudy's (seems to be a popular hangout as of late) for, what else, migas and 'ritas. Then we went bowling. We had a small group, but it was kind of fun. For the most part, I really enjoy going out with friends, when I get the opportunity.

There was one person, who I had never met before, who refused to pay. Damn, I hate it when people do that. We were dividing up the bill and we calculated that it was $16 per person. Somebody didn't cough up the dough and we left a crappy tip. I really hate that. Especially in my inner circle of friends. If anybody were to ever pipe up, "I don't have the $$$" somebody else would gladly pay up. I don't know what it is, I have this thing about tightwads lately. I really cannot stand them and, especially as of late, I keep running into them. If you are a tightwad and you are reading this, please GO AWAY! I've had enough, thank you.

Other than that, it was fun. Ted was his usual.....SELF. Which makes me almost glad he's leaving. It was good seeing Robert again. Ken was funny. We had fun bowling. There was somebody in the next lane who had this strange bowling ball with a bud light bottle embedded into it. No kidding. Ted dared Ken to bowl with it. Not sure if he did or not. We all dared Ken to get a tattoo, but he didn't. Momentos and memories for the masses, I suppose.

I got to meet Bob, Ken's friend and we all got to see Keith again after his strange trip to Houston. He said he hated it there. I'm glad he's back. I do think it's strange that a company would move you someplace for like 10 months and then move back. But, I guess that's high-tech.

We had to go to Dart Bowl instead of the usual hangouts. They have this little dancing animation that pops up between turns (basically after you bowl). About halfway through the night, I decided that, instead of a bowling pin, it looked like a dick. So I gave it all kinds of names. The "dancing dick." The "magic" dick. The "disco" dick. And then there was Ted.....

BTW, Ted "forgot" to tell his girlfriend that he's leaving town on the 15h. Ooops. No nookie for you. Bad Ted no nookie. Maybe you will get lucky in Nashville. I hope to see you get some nookie right on the stage of the Grand Ole' Oprey. Now THAT would be a "country" dick.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.