Shoot me if you see me in a tie

As much as I wanted to briefly discuss the upcoming speech at the University of Cairo, not within the predictable context of Islam and future relations with the Muslim world but more as it pertains to intervals, spastic weight-loss and blue crotchless pantaloons, but more about Obama's announcement that Rush Limbaugh is in fact in the pockets of the paper plate industry. There is no more proof needed than these quotes from Rush himself:

"The most beautiful thing about a tree is what you do after you cut it down. There is nothing more satisfying than eating a properly cooked animal served on a magnificent tree."

"We have more trees in this country today than when the Declaration of Independence was written, which means we have more paper plates in the National Paper Plate Reserve than ever."

"I think this reason why girls don't do well on multiple choice tests goes all the way back to the Bible, all the way back to Genesis, Adam and Eve. God said "All right Eve, paper plates or reusable Melamine?"

Rush Limbaugh is big and fat, but he certainly is no idiot. If the paper plate industry was financing my OxyContin and hydrocodon addiction then I would say some crazy shit too.

Anyways...

I've been working on getting my bike squared away before the Dauphiné Libéré of the Bad Idea Racing season, The Cowbell Challenge Marathon.

Will Bolt put a shiny new Crank Brothers bottom bracket in my hands, and within hours it was nice and cozy in my bottom bracket shell. All my moving parts that were toasted at the DSG mudfest are now fully operable.

My important work had to be put aside to help The Boy do some maintenance on our workhorse adult tricycle. The Boy is apparently practicing for his future role on the reality series COPS.

Back to work on the Meatplow I've made some changes for my ride this weekend.

I'll be trying out some different grips. The foamies have been pitched aside at the moment, and I'm gonna try these Salsa Pepper grips for reasons I'll get into later regardless of whether it's a failure or not. Also, I mounted up a Salsa 473 A-C/43mm rake fork for shits and giggles. The smarter of you folks could probably venture a guess, but I'd be willing to bet the smarter of you folks stopped reading a coupla minutes ago.

The best thing about my job?

Not everything that matters in the "real world" matters in mine.

Morning weight report:

134.8lbs*
7.9% BF**

* I continue to remain very stagnant at this very non-satisfactory weight.
** You can still see the discrepancy in the fat % numbers as I've had 8.6%, 7.8%, 8.9%, and 7.9% all at the exact same weight over the last four days. Quadruple meh.