Tuesday, June 16, 2009

If it's Tuesday...

This must be a bike ride.
Same ride as last week, but this time I rode the kilometer up 3rd West.
Sad to say, I pooped out at the base of 57th and walked up Waters all the way.

Splog!!!

33.4 miles
3:27:33 hours
9.6 average speed
35.5 mph top speed
1307 accumulated miles.
72 to 84 degrees.

No more messages today I've got to sand and paint the cello concerto.

47 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, right back at you, Doug. We appreciate your attention.

......Emily & Eddy

5:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I adore the French, although their fixation and adoration of Jerry Lewis still has me confused.

.......Woody Alan

5:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I am astonished by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown."

........Woody Allen

5:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Still think you are a sad old man who is riding his ancient Italian bike around those Seattle hills like a pitiful Fellini character.

.........Lance

5:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Shut yer piehole, Lance, you ingreat. Palmer problee is keeping
hiz heart healthyier by pumpin his Italian bitch. Lay off, or we'll pour cancer in yer ear some nite.

.......Vinnie

5:54 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Thanks for the tip of the
Palmer top hat. I do get
off on the FFTR experience.
I spend a lot of time
on it daily while here
at the office cuz it is
'dangerous' to do so,
hoping they will can me,
and I can start those
lucious seven day week
ends. Wonder if I will be
even close to that
enthusiastic later when
my time will be my own?
Sherman's site announced
he has a book of short
stories coming out soon.
FACE has some terrific
poetry, but I have been
too lazy to type any of
it out for the blog; ditto
for some of Bobby Byrd's
poems from WHITE PANTIES
AND DEAD FRIENDS. Marian
Haddad knows Bobby and she
says that when you hear him
read his stuff in person,
he sounds like "the voice
of God." Quite a compliment,
enit? It would be ironic
if the actual voice of
God sounded more like
Truman Capote or Tiny Tim.
Somehow I got plugged into
the poetry of C.L. Bledsoe,
who has published two books
of poetry while still a
graduate student. I guess
every one of us has a
different rythmn to our
lives, to a modicum of
success. My own fantasies
about success as a writer,
a novelist, a poet, and
secondary as an actor, just
faded like the spring into
the grayness of middle age;
hell, I am a sectigenarian
now--this is the winter of
my discontent. I will return
to BAERBAK and BLACKTHORN
next year, and do the rewrites
and start sending them out
and around. Of course, I still
think I might interest someone
in my book of film reviews
first, since that will be
non-fiction and easier to
get published. Glad to hear
you do not endorse tagging
fellow bloggers and FFTL
followers. It just seems
so lame, almost gay, to me.
Tonight I have my TFC
monthly meeting, and we
will discuss GOODBYE SOLO,
THE VISITOR, and THE KING
OF MASKS. Often I feel too
burdened by these responsi-
bilities that I created for
myself, which are the worst
kind of course, and think
I will just walk away from
the film club. Having people
depend on you on a regular
basis can be draining on
we old guys--but that's when
it is not pumping us up
with energy from the attention.
Our summer road trip starts
next week, mostly visiting
relatives, which does save
on motels and such, and we
will get in some Indian
ruins on the way home from
Texas, visiting my mother-in-
law, who is in her 80's now.
Actually it is strange
to get gone for a couple
weeks and come back to
check on you & Alex & Jannie
& Janet & Rick & Bobby & Joy,
to see what I have missed
out on.

Glenn

6:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I still think that in addition to Fidelio, you ought to have a hog
in your driveway, or even a Honda or some other Jap bike, or a Norton. You would look cool back
up on powerful wheels tooling around those hills with ease.

.........Eddy Emerald

6:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, doc, what's up with this Duke Nukem biznizz? I could wipe the floor wid dat guy.

I'm your favorite cartoon character!

........Bugs Bunny

9:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'allo, zis is moi. Je suis une bicyclette Francais, pas Italienne.

...........Fidelio.

12:06 PM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

I was on a bike 12 ears ago, but not since.

Sad eh.

11:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Eddy Emerald!
Lance doesn't need a "hog", as there's a "wasp" (=Vespa, as Vinnie can translate for you) in his driveway.
Salute!
L'Incognito

4:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!
Are you polishing the instrument ('cello) or the composition (concerto) or both??
Will Walter Gray accuse you of sexual harassment if you ask him to perform it??
Will the SSO sentence you to attending G.Schwarz-conducted concerts as a penalty if Walter does denounce you??
Tschuess,
Anonomann

4:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Ms. Funster!
The "Lovely Librarian" in my life says you are not much of a "funster" if you eschew the fun of bike-riding!
Tschuess,
LL + Anonomann

4:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Biker-Lance!
You didn't have to walk up Waters Ave. with your bike; you could have put it on the bike rack of a Metro bus and let it take you + bike up the hill.
Tschuess,
Your bus-riding tenant

4:27 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Gutten Morgan, Herr Anonomann, and to all the ships at sea,
and all the other commentors
that hang and chill here
at FFTL. It is fun to see
the wide spectrum of
responders here when Sir
Savant posts something,
anything. It's like magic.
12 "ears" Jannie?
Another one of your famous
bords on a wireisms?
Love'em, girl, you go.
Hope you are enjoying your
vacation as blue bunny is
very busy trying to keep
up with the horde of
Funsters who respond in
clumps, gaggle, herds,
flocks, and bunches.
For those who have not
joined the Funster possee
yet, click on over to
JANNIE FUNSTER's blog one
of these days and get in
on the fun. Of course
nothing could compare to
the jests, puns, wisdom,
and philosophies espoused
over here on FFTL; but
that is just the way
the universe is built,
enit? Some asshole backed
into my driver's side
parking light, and broke
out the lens cover while
I parked in downtown
Tacoma on Wednesday night.
Meredian Auto Wrecking is
soaking me $35.00 for the
tiny piece of orange plastic.
Oh well, finding anything
for a '92 Isuzu pickup
is a challenge. Melva and
I are headed over to Pac
Beach this afternoon now
that the 29 day drought
is over and the blessed
rain has returned. Oh well,
the ocean is always
rejuvenating regardless.
I will be feeling like
17 kinds of rat shit,
of course, since today
is my monthly medical
treatment, but one cannot
have everything in their
life line up the way one
wants, right? Someone asked
me how I was feeling the
other day, and I said
"Somewhere between rice
krispies and rat shit."
Pretty clever, I thought.
The person just stared at
me as if I had mooned them.
It takes all kinds, that's
for sure. I am still in
shock to find out that
PALMER AUTOMOTIVE was not
a gold mine of a business.
It was always jammed with
cars, no place to park.
No, wait a moment, most
of those cars belonged to
you come to think of it.
We were all so used to
thinking that mechanics,
any and all mechanics,
made fabulous livings
based on how many times
we had been lubed up,
bent over, and been robbed
by most of them. I always
enjoyed hanging around your
shop. It seemed to suit you,
but that just shows to go
you that one can be right
in the middle of a situation
and not have the foggiest
notion what the hell is
really going on. Road Tip
2009 is so near now, so
close I can taste it.
Probably be way too warm,
or we will hit nothing but
thunderstorms and flash
floods; who knows? The
Shadow knows you say?
Perhaps, but he wears a
mask, and a red scarf,
and a huge Borselino, so
who is going to pay any
attention to a weirdo like
that? Now Duke Nukkem,
there is a dude who knows
what's going on; guns and
dames, action, sex, ass-
kicking. I am still finding
more poetry by CL Bledsoe.
I guess he has published in
over 150 journals, and he
is only in his 30's; bit
of a poetry prodigy probably.
Smart assed stuff sometimes,
toying with words, tweaking
language, punishing participles,
but some of it, a lot of it
is pretty good stuff. I
have been too busy, too
distracted, too lazy to
write any poetry of my own
of late, or of early.

Glenn

6:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo Anonomann: I love you, dude, but nobody who knows bikes, who straddles motorcycles would seriously suggest that a real man would settle for putting around on a Vespa scotter when they could have all that growl and gristle, power and glory between their leather-clad legs. Ride a Harley Davidson just one time, man, and you will get the message. Just don't try to fly one like I did.

.........Eddy Emerald

6:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo Anonomann: Hey, I ride a Vespa, a pink one, with a whip antenna on the back, with ribbons on it, and I just love it--and they tell me that often I am a real man.

..........Tiny Tim

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damm faggulas....I wuz jess gittin
used to enjoying dis bunch of commentz, and badda bing along cums a queer to try and tell us
sumpin. Fuggedaboutit! Go find sum
bathhouse, youse fruwt.

.........Vinnie

6:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Tiny, if the truth be known, all too often the real men ride you, girl.

.........George Mikal

6:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whereinhell do dey cum from? Dis blog ain't no fruit stand! I'm sorry. I jez cant stand no queers on Fridays. I am Catholic, you know.

...........Vinnie

6:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What would things be like without those terrific tries at communication that you attempt, Vinnie? We all know that you are mostly bark, and little bite, that
under all that machismo is a scared alter boy who still has
nightmares about priests in coat closets.

...........Elton's John

6:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, der wuz dis fadder back in Baltimore when I was a kidd, who tried to put hiz mitts on me. I admitt dat. But even dough I wuz onlee 9 yers old, I broke his knee cap wid a bronze incense berner.
Fadder Murphy had to tink twice befoour he messed wid another kidd
from my nayboorhood.

........Vinnie

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is ironic that rabbi's were never pedophiles. Their wives
would have kicked the crap out them if they had even considered such nonsense. Come to think of it, they kicked the crap out of them anyway, just for tracking mud on the carpet.

.........Woodie Alan

6:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear
in my crib."

...........Woody Allen

6:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I say slap the bitches for being cowards; fags I mean.

.........George Patton

6:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gay Indians are revered as touched by God, and generally treated with
respect; unless they come into
the Indian bars. We love to roll queers once we get drunk.

.........Chief Victor

6:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Touched by God"....I like that. I may have to write a hit song with that title, and I will grab my crotch while dancing and performing it.

.......Mikal's Jack'son

6:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of Ramada Inns....did I ever tell any of you that I started the chain myself?

......George Gobell

6:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In my day(s), it was still kind of shameful to come out. We just had pool parties and trailer bitches to salve our warrior's ardor.

........Rocks Inhudson

6:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"That's All Folks!"

.........blue bunny

6:41 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Another touch of irony. Whenever the commentors warm up, line up, and sound off on one of Doug's comments, it is usually just before he is ready to pop another one on. So too often a lot of what is said and shared, much of which is brillint shit, is lost and under
appreciated.

Glenn

6:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"No, how did Aids get to California?"
"In the back of a Hudson."

........Lee Liberace

6:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Libbericetee, youse was one of da
biggest faggulas in da hole place. How can youse make funn of a real mahn like Rock?

.........Vinnie

6:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't be naive. Roy was always lips, and the rest of us were hips.

.........Lee L.

6:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Christ on a crutch, guys and gals. This is getting out of hand. You will have Doug putting the censure button back on and editing this chatter.

........Edgar A. Poo

6:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As he should. I am always amazed at how brazen you gay tarts have
become today.

........R. Millhouse N.

6:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have a big back yard there at Rancho Redwing--perhaps you should buy a good pinto pony, and ride that gelding all over those pesky hills.

........Jay Silverheels

8:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why not a burro? They give those critters away in Nevada.

..........Yosemite Sam

8:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why not a Shetland pony, or a bull mastiff you could saddle up?

.........Mel Blank

8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A good goat is the way to go. The neighbors don't bitch that way, and the weeds don't stand a chance.

............Eddy Emerald

8:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A matched pair of sheep is best; no more mowing.

.......Ang Lee

8:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too bad Heath Ledger is dead. Hey could tend them for you.

........Jake Gllynhell

8:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is it true that in Libby, Montana, they have a sheep lingerie shop?

........Tiny Tim

8:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is it true Heath Ledger died of a broken back?

...........Trueman Cappotte

9:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tru, that was a cold shot; even from you.

.........Tiny Tim

9:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The original thread of this posting had to do with bike riding. What the hell happened to that?

............Lance

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think Alice Kramden is the most heroic woman of the entire 20th century.

..........Amelia Earheart.

11:38 AM  

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