Pomp and Unfortunate Circumstances

Yesterday was such a disappointment. I pissed away at least 45 minutes of my morning watching Mike Piazza mess around with my computer(s). Last night he finally squared things away when he figured out that my Adobe player was outdated and no longer functioning and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with Firefox. Computer geeks rest easy as he is sending me to the store today to pick up a new cooling fan to replace the giant box fan, and maybe.. just maybe, I might pick up some canned air so Mike can blow out the cobwebs (literally).

Speaking of disappointment...

I will have no adult supervision starting this Saturday.

Wait for the giant underwear. When I grow up I want to be The Todd.

The Pie is taking the kids and going on a vacation to celebrate her birthday, The Boy's birthday, and also his graduation from high school.

American High School graduations: Keeping the flimsy one use robe industry alive in China.

This means that I will be living la vida bachelor for a whole week. My initial plans were to invade Hendersonville with Big Worm and race at Hoffencross, but the powers that be have Hoffencanceled the event due to all the shit weather we've been having. Since that rug has been pulled out from underneath me I find myself looking for a new rug to stand on, since rugs can be nice to stand on, and in some cases they can really tie a room together.

There will be NO trail riding in Charlotte this weekend. The way the weather has been going there will be no riding in Charlotte for quite some time unless we can string together many days in a row of ideal trail drying conditions. I was hoping to get away somewhere this weekend, what with being absolved of all family duties and work related activities for 63 hours, but where do I go?

To fill the Saturday hole I thought about going down and doing the Snake Creek Gap Time Trial. This thought did not linger for too long in my ventromedial frontal lobe since I would have to leave Friday night right after work, drive five+ hours, find a place to sleep, and pony up $100 just to ride 34 miles in drizzly 30°+ conditions. Not too tempting indeed.

Sunday there is the slightly misnomered Storm Endurance Sports January Mountain Bike Marathon. Although the 42 mile race only has 12 miles of singletrack at least I'd be riding my bike somewhere this weekend. I would imagine there is a slight possibility of this event being canceled, so I'm not getting my hopes up.

Over on facebook my "friend" Jeremiah Bisquick (note that I am a "friend" of Jeremiah Bisquick the person but not a fan of Jeremiah Bisquick the celebrity) mentioned that he is coming down to Clemson, SC this weekend. Although we are "friends" when I asked him "Will there be ANY riding in Clemson, what with the weather and all? I'm without family all weekend and looking for something to do." it fell on deaf ears. Does Jeremiah Bisquick not want to ride with me this weekend? Is he up to some super secret training that he doesn't want publicized on some random blog that's read by half a percent of most of the endurance racing community? Are we not really "friends" in the real world? Is our relationship purely based on virtual contact and covertly playing Farmville at night (Jeremiah Bisquick bought his best pigs from me). Please Jeremiah Bisquick, call me friend.

The weather has been so bad that I fjear that the Pisgah 36 may be in fjeopardy. The weather has been so bad in the mountains that the trails have been under snow off and on for the past month, and the area has incurred a lot of damage what with all the downed trees and abandoned meth labs. Having one race canceled and one more currently looking potentially off the calender (this would be my choice as I think the race goes on regardless of weather) I have been looking to add some more races to my calender in a very real and legally binding sense. There are currently a lot of gaps in my current schedule that need filled, so maybe I can use some of my spare time this next week looking for things to do the rest of the year as opposed to actually preparing for them.