Short ride
Halfway up the block my front dérailleur broke.
.2 miles
4.2 mph avg.
3.38 minutes
17.2 max (apparently when I coasted home).
So...the rest of the day till now consisted of a pooter trip to Recycled Cycles in the U-Dist and a search of fabric stores for fabric for drapes.
And lunch at Paseo's on Fremont (across from the Swingside) for some good Caribbean food.
I'd write more but, suddenly.................
.2 miles
4.2 mph avg.
3.38 minutes
17.2 max (apparently when I coasted home).
So...the rest of the day till now consisted of a pooter trip to Recycled Cycles in the U-Dist and a search of fabric stores for fabric for drapes.
And lunch at Paseo's on Fremont (across from the Swingside) for some good Caribbean food.
I'd write more but, suddenly.................
posted by Lane Savant at 3:56 PM
44 Comments:
I guess Fidelio just needed some TLC. At least he didn't pop a sprocket.
Did you search for the drape fabric solo? Seems like Meredith would have been involved in some capacity. Maybe you left out the part where you returned home after your Paseoin lunch on the Vespa, and jumped into the Prius (what is it's nickname again?) and accompanied Miss M to the fabric store; which I'm sure thrilled you. It would have been quite a sight with you riding the pooter scooter with a bolt of fabric on your shoulder, enit?
Your attack of writer's block, or irritable bowel syndrome at the end of your posting is bothersome. We can't have the Blogmaster going down. What would the cyber world do without Lane Savant commenting on the state of things?
Glenn
I would recommend a paisley print with pink flowers and blue frogs for the drapes. It would compliment the new couch so nicely.
...........Elton's John
You stick to song writing Dame Elton, and leave the interior decorating to those who are qualified for such endeavor.
.........Emily
Hey, hey....kind of bitchy today, Emmie. Back off on the billionaire faggot. Actually he has a fine fashion sense; kind of--or at least it is outrageous, much like the humor and wit and ascerbic insights promulgated by Lane Savant on this outstanding blog.
.........Eddy Emerald
What the hell are you up to, Emerald? Ass kissing and brown nosing have never been that attractive, and your blatent attempt to ingratiate yourself with Sir Savant is disgusting.
......Pooo
Dammit, Poo, you always jump into the middle of things and spread your visceral spewings like a enebriated frog. Eddy E. was just letting Dougie Dearest know that we of the Nether Nether and Cyber Cosmos are in full support of his creativity, foibles, and charm.
..........Emily
Reminds me of a cave I took a crap in while campaigning in Africa.
.......General Patton
For Christ's sake, General, that was not that funny earlier today when you left that comment on his former posting. Grow up. Get a life. Accept your death. Suck on your chrome plated .45's. Take a laxative. Play golf with MacArthur. But quit harrassing those of us who seriously want to express ourselves on Lane's byline.
......Emily
Emily, you misunderstood and much maligned dyke. You remind me of the cowardly punk I slapped and ruined my career with. Remember that bitch slapping is my specialty.
......George Patton
Can't we all just get along?
.........Rodney K.
What are you all talking about? I git the part about the bike breaking, and the drapes and stuff, but what is the other chatter relating to?
........W. Bush, Jr.
You are the lamest duck dumb sombitch that we have ever had in the White House! You make tricky Dick seem like Douglas Fairbanks. Just take your graft and gold and hang out with the hogs on your ranch; just fade into the Texas landscape. You have put the entire world into a tail spin, or let your advisors push you into it, and now you find the time to cruise the blogs and leave comments? You are beneath contempt.
..........Hillary C.
I resemble those remarks. You need to watch yourself, lady. My people can still get to you. Maybe you are frustrated cuz your spouse, the old Tomcat Bill is still getting lotsa tail out there stumping for Obama. But know I did understand your rancor,and it geniunely hurt my feelings.
........"W"
Say the magic woid, and I'll give you a hundred dollars!
.......Groucho's Duck
I just returned from a safari in Africa. I visited that cave that Patton crapped in, and then I shot an elephant in my pajamas. Why he wanted to wear my pajamas I will never know!
.............Groucho
Holy Mackeral, Andy....it ain't none of my bidness, but I think that pink and blue frogs would make bitchin drapes.
.........Kingfish
Say good night, Gracie.
......George Burns
Now, for God's sake, we have old radio stars and golden age television stars showing up. What the hell is next?
......Eddy E.
Well, King, I agree. That pile of crap does belong to a four star general. Bag it for evidence. This case is closed.
........Sergeant Preston
Patton once asked me,"How are Jew?" Then he slapped me.
......Woody Allen
Weelllll!
.......Jack Benny
Would anyone like to polish my pistols?
.........the General
Whip them out! I'm your huckleberry.
........Tiny Tim
You folks are cracking me up; literally. I am almost popping a spoke or two shaking with good humor.
.............Fidelio
That bag of Patton's crap would net a fine pile of cash off Ebay. How can I get my hands on it?
.......Lane S.
Lane, why are you logging in as anonymous? You are the blog honcho and have your own moniker?
......Eddy Emerald
It's loads more fun this way, then no one knows who I really am.
............Sir Savant
There has always been a rumor that you were secretly Doug Palmer's alter ego.
........Woody
Never believe in rumors. Otherwise you will expect things to get better after the presidential election, and you will be buying stock in the bridge to nowhere, AK.
.......Sarah Pee
Loved you on SNL, Miss Sarah, but I still think Tina does you better. She is more animated, and somewhat more truthful.
.........Jay Lemmo
Reminds me of a crap I took in the White House in 1942. They had drapes that had pink and blue frogs on them. Real sissy stuff.
..........George Patton
No one bothered to tell you the difference between toilet paper and drapes, if I recall.
..........Eleanor R.
FDR was really steamed up about that, general. That was his favorite crapper.
........Herbert Hoooverr
All this poop talk is disgusting. I love it of course, cuz I can understand it. Which bathroom was it in?
............."W"
That's the most ridiculous thing I ever hoid!
........Alan Alda as Groucho on an episode of MASH
I aktually havv Patton's poop in the original bag. I picked it up on one of my trips to Morrocco. I could entertain offers for dis wonderful giff from any of youse dat might haff da scratch to pleez me. I know youse think I'm shittin youse, but I ain't. I got the real poop, and it is for sail.
........Vitto
Actually, Vito, I would be interested in that artifact. I have an urn of Elvis' scat, collected from his death bowl, on my fireplace now--and Patton's poop would be a fine addition to my collection.
........T. Bone Pickins
What segues! We migrated from Lane and Meredith's drape fabric to Ebay and Patton's African dung artifact. It does bother me, as well, that homosexual ennuendos seem to worm their way into so many comments on this blog. Closet queens, dead fags, billionaire sissy boys, poofs abound here. What's the dealio?
........Steven Martin
You know, the Native American Homosexual Union, NAHU, is under appreciated here. The Hershey Highway is not just for white people, dudes.
.........Geronimoe
Actually, when I was active in theater, gay men ruled the roost. I did not mind. As a straight arrow I got a lot more female-type social life than I would have elsewhere. It is difficult to put up with ass grabbers in the wings, but most of those folks were wonderful people. But it was like dating a black chick and meeting her parents, or being a non-smoker in the 50's--I was a duck out of water.
Glenn
Is there a point to all this fruitless palaver? Where are we going with this?
...........H. Kissingjer
I still have those drapes, sealed in a plastic bag. Perhaps T. Bone would like to purchase them as a companion piece to his Patton poop artifact.
.........Richard Millhouse N.
I am Lane Savant and my mother disapproves of these messages.
.......LeAnne Savount
Leanne Who?
Yeah, the front chain flipper (two gears) wears through once a year.
The back one (five gears) is the original (since 1965).
Go figure.
BTW, Fidelio is a feminine name, meaning faithful, from Beethoven's only opera.
About a girl who goes to much trouble to get her troublemaker boyfriend out of the slammer.
Being as how the name is being applied to a mechanical device, (a French one to boot {and I have booted it on many occasions}) it should be seen as an ironic, if not sarcastic appelation.
In the meantime, just to get the record back on the turntable, M. wanted to go south for the fabric exploration and I wanted to go north for the bike part.
So we went north to the Fabric store at 150th and then to the Sears also at (or near) 150th.
We took the Prius (which I refer to as "Pooter" Meredith and Jannie are just going to have to live with it).
My contribution to anything involving fabric or furniture is to watch and see which she spends most time examining.
Then when asked, I say that is my opinion too.
Hey, salesmen do it to me, and I don't care what color the drapes are.
In fact I just noticed last night that there were two different colors of the things in the living room.
........The real Lane Savant
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