Ogre

Despite this blog’s subtitle, I may not ride a century this year. I will ride 50 miles one day and 50 the next, two weeks from now, but that’s not a century. I publicly set myself a goal based on physical accomplishment, but in my head it’s more complicated than that. I’m happy, and my life is changing for the better. I’m more physically healthy than I was when I said that, but more importantly, my mental health has improved too. Even though I’m probably not going to meet the public goal I set, I feel like my life is moving the way I want it to, and that’s a good damn feeling. My private goals were more nebulous(*), but they’ve been met far more than I ever thought possible.

(*) The Mutara Nebula to be specific

My girlfriend calls me gadget boy. She has earned the right to be called honorary gadget girl. She has more things plugged in next to the bed than I do, and she fixed my car’s nav system once. I told her she can’t drop the “honorary” until she can read email from anywhere. What kind of gadget person can’t even get email at the beach in 2007? Come on! It hurts just thinking about it.

Then she came across these.   Purchasing one of those will also earn her her place as a full fledged gadget girl.

I will keep you posted as to her status.

We saw Muse Friday night at Irvine Meadows (it’s called something else now, but screw that, it’s Irvine Meadows). It was a fantastic show. The more I think about it the more I think it was the best show I’ve ever been to. I love Absolution and the new one has been growing on me steadily, but they always sounded like studio songs to me, I didn’t expect them to work so well live despite people saying they’re a good live band. I was so wrong. Everything they played sounded better live than the recorded versions, often a lot better. I was blown away. They are clearly a live act first and foremost.

They’re apparently out of the U.S. for the rest of this year, but if you ever get a chance to see them, don’t stop to think about it, GO.

Her, writing a blog post: “Why can’t I delete this period? What is that?”

Me: “That’s a speck of dust”

Her: “…”

I never thought I’d wind up living with someone with such radically different beliefs from my own, but here we are.  I’m still crazy about her, but the philosophical hurdles are enormous.  It’s easy to quantify, however.  We have one key belief that to some people not willing to stick it out would probably mean the end.

I’ll stop beating around the bush and spell it out for you.  She thinks The Wrath of Khan is the worst Star Trek movie.

I’m just not going to talk to her about Star Trek ever again.