The Monday List(s)

Mondays are take stock days. Days to make lists of things that need to get done, and to figure out where the hell the weekend went. Personally, I am more productive on Monday then every other day of the week combined. Mostly because of the fact that once I realize all of the shit I have to take care of, it scares me into action. By Thursday, I'm wondering what all the fuss was over.

Because I'm in the mood, I figured I'd just turn this post into one random-ass, bullet-point filled, ultimately pointless blog post. But, getting it all down makes me feel better. And, besides, finding new ways massage my fragile ego is the only reason I wake up in the morning. And no, I'm not kidding.

List of Six Random Things I'm Thinking About, In No Particular Order

• For me, the top 5 NES games of all time are: Zelda, PunchOut, SMB, Castlevania, and TecmoBowl.
• I would really like to learn how to sail before I break my first hip.
  
• I wish I knew how to fish without hooking myself at least once. That shit stings.
  
• My perfect back patio sanctuary would look something like THIS from above. Now all I have to do is build it.
• If I could have dinner with anyone alive today, it would be NotReba!. Just kidding.
• I had a really nice anniversary this weekend.
  

List of Bicycle Related Odds/Ends

• Lance craps the bed at the Tour de France --Old man Lance can't seem to stay on his bike this year--just proves that the older one gets, the more one becomes gravity's bitch. He will now ride in support of Levi Leipheimer, the only professional cyclist I've ever shaken hands with. Seemed a nice chap, though he did manage to misspell 'bicyclists' on the poster I had him sign. So, I wish him luck in more ways than one.
  
  
• The 10th annual Bicycle Film Festival starts this week in DC--Always a few decent offerings if you're of the mind. Bonus: If you want to feel like the largest mammal on earth, go hang out at a bicycle film festival. It's a wispy, noodle armed crowd, to say the least. I think that's why 98% of the fixed gear folks carry their U-lock in their back pocket, so they won't float away. Or, maybe I bristle at any gathering where I'm referred to as a "Clydesdale". This is why cyclists develop eating disorders.
  
  
• REBA GOT PULLED OVER BY THE COPS. ON HER BIKE. --Yup, you heard me, the UrbanVelo grrrl! that is my better half managed to catch the attention of the fuzz this past weekend, by flaunting the rules society has laid out. And, by running a red light, without wearing a helmet. Which I have done at least 9 bazillion times. Naked. The good news? She was able to flirt her way into a warning. Attagirl! A good thing too, because the fine for running a red light on a bicycle (helmet or no) is 5 (FIVE) American dollars. That's like, 6/8ths of the price of chipotle burrito. Bullet dodged. The officer also managed to misspell 'bicyclist' on the ticket, opting for 'bicycalist' instead. Is it just me, or is that not a hard word to get right?