Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Atticus Sux

Atticus Sux... from the Latin "attics suck". I spent a good 6 or 7 hours last weekend running wiring for our bathroom extreme makeover. The only thing that was truly extreme was the heat in the attick. Our power vent has gone kaputz so it was a stuffy 115^ or better. Dark, no airflow and filled with piles of dust and loose fiberglass. What a way to celebrate the labor movement! But in the end, everything went perfectly on the first flick of the breaker and we have a beautifully lit bathroom.

Palin is lie! The Republicans are just trying to appease angry and betrayed conservatives! Honestly, what good is a Vice President unless the President pops off?! Don't be fooled!

For the second time this year, while biking, I made contact with a moving vehicle. This time was my fault. I was ascending the bridge on Gregory, next to the frisbee golf field. Today I decided to take it easy on my way in, so I wasn't going too fast and was enjoying some nice tunes. Over the sound of the rythmic thumping and swooshing of cars, I could hear some distant barking. It turned out to not be distant at all but just seemed that way due to the headphones. Off to my starboard side was a pack of three medium sized dogs chasing me. I didn't know if they wanted to play or just see if I taste like chicken but in any event, I stood up quickly and pulled hard on the headset to take off, lurching to the left with a hop. This brought me into contact with the rear quarter of a white sedan. Yikes!

To add to the biker-obstacle-course for the day, heading up 63rd St, I heard sirens screaming behind me. Crap! I was getting busted for speeding and didn't have my insurance with me!!! This is the first time I've ever had to pull over to the side of the road to get passed by an emergency vehicle. Turns out the cops weren't after me at all, but it was still a weird experience.


The Unabashed Blogger said...

Attics- I've been in one that didn't suck...it was larger than my house though...

Riding- I only ride with one ear phone is so I can pay more attention to my surroundings. I know that is harder for you due to your device type. Any damage to the car? Did you leave a note? Where they in the car?! DETAILS MAN, DETAILS!!

Percussivity said...

Wow I have run into those same three dogs! They scared the crap out of me about three weeks ago when I was turning left onto Gregory from Oldham Rd... at least I imagine it was the same three... how many stray trios do you think inhabit that particular stretch of road. They just leapt out of nowhere and chased me for about 20 feet, so I think they were more likely wanting to play.

I also spent a few hours in a well over 100 degree attic on Monday. Got my new 20 amp electrical run finished. Woo-Hoo!

Gina said...

Hmmmm...you need to be carrying pepper spray, just in case.

CurbDestroyer Chronicles said...

I know that pack well. To give you a hint, they are not hanging out to play a game of Poker.

It's a Dog eat Dog world, and where I stand there are not enough Dogs.

So here's what you do. Get a frame pump. The dog will usually run up on your back wheel before he nips at your heel. If he's at your heel it's too late, so before then grab that frame pump holding it, holding the handle and the barrel (In other words don't let it slide). Don't whack him straight away. Take a few practice swings leaving about 6 inchs between the end of the pump and the Dog. You have his attention, and now he thinks he's at a safe distance. Once the Dogs is in the false sense of security, swing the pump hard holding the handle and lettting the pump extend whacking if in the face. . . . Surprise!

I have always out ran them. So I don't know if they know the intimate details of a pump head