First and foremost, here's a blog shout-out to my bro Geekthras. He's got a pretty rawkin' awesome blog that has been referred to as "xkcd, but in stream-of-consciousness format." (Warning: May contain a bit of foul-ish language. I assume no responsibility for anything Geekthras says (and neither does he).)
But anyway, you are probably by this time wondering why there is blood running down the side of my head.
Last night, I decided to go on an epic bike ride.
In the woods.
After dark.
In the rain.
On a trail that I didn't know very well that wasn't DNR-patrolled.
That turned out to be a rather not-wonderful idea.
Indeed, I was riding down the aforementioned non-DNR-patrolled trail (i.e. not routinely cleaned and maintained). All was going swimmingly until my front wheel struck a log. I wasn't paying attention to the ground, because I was looking for the trail that I planned to turn onto next. Well, I went over the handlebars. Then I hit the ground.
Then, the back of my bike swung around and smote me with epic force on my head.
When I got home, I looked in the mirror, and lo and behold - blood!
Needless to say, I'm not going to be riding after dark on unfamiliar territory any more.
I was weak for the rest of the evening... I managed to lose a bit of blood. Head wounds bleed forever, regardless of severity.
I actually wrote that Fibonacci sequence program, but I have no way of uploading it to my server right now, so I'll post it later.
Well, the words just aren't flowing too well today, so I'm gonna end this post and maybe get some lunch. See you all around!
-K
10 comments:
john = adventurous
if you go missing i will tell the police to check the bike trails for your body ;)
Did the bike sever your ear? Is that what your mysterious message about no music means? Or is that just what the MAN wants me to think?
Regardless, nightriding sounds like hella fun. I should make a note to do that eventually.
@Lynn: Yes, that would be appreciated. Or go look on my roof. I'm up there sometimes, you know.
@Geekthras: No, the bike nailed me on the left side of the front of my head, above the forehead. The "no sounds for John" issue is another one entirely, and I'd rather not talk about it much, as it's uh, really really hard not to listen to music if you're a musician.
Yes. Riding at night is epic win, but make sure that you know the trail well. Also, a helmet probably wouldn't hurt.
-K
> it's uh, really really hard not to
> listen to music if you're a
> musician.
You could walk around whistling incessantly...
I did this all the time before I got my first mp3 player. It also has the interesting side-effect of DRIVING EVERYONE NEARBY TO THE POINT OF MADNESS.
You have delivered me. My success will be determined by whether Lynn comments here in an outraged sort of fashion due to overexposure to whistling. :D
I'll let you know how it goes.
-K
So john that lynn chick told me to meander over to your blog and chat with u! So how are u? I am fantastic and I love the shirt you r wearing right now!! It is SOO HOTT!!!Well I got to get back doing my aerobic exercises! ttyl my BFF!!!
tootles!!
oh btw...i saw u today & the hair cut was making me drool all over myself!! love ya babe!!!
Just in case people are starting to wonder, the anonymous person was Jordon, Lynn's little bro.
He's srsly not gay, I promise.
-K
Dear Lord...
He's just insane then, right?
Naw, he was just skipping school and bored.
And this is nothing. Head on over to Lynn's blog to see where the trouble all started.
-K
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