On Society

•August 13, 2009 • 3 Comments

You see, the problem is not the picture.


The problem is that the picture doesn’t change when you take me out of it.

cars2Img from this sordid pile of skullduggery


Good for bike races. Bad for hallways.

•August 7, 2009 • 4 Comments

Or, how to run in to everybody when you are leaving the hospital cafeteria even though you work here every day and constantly run in to people and never grasp the concept that if you just walk on the right side of the hallway you will stop getting hit by people and gurneys.


On The Shortness Of Life

•August 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I stumbled upon a great essay during a thesis writing break today.  I’ve tried writing something similar in the past, but never found the eloquence to do the topic justice.  Don’t get bogged down in the slightly stilted language you get in the Latin to English translation.

“Why do we complain of Nature? She has behaved handsomely; life, if you know how to use it, is long. One man is possessed by an insatiable avarice, another by assiduous application to trifling enterprises. One man is sodden with wine, another benumbed by sloth. One man is exhausted by an ambition which always depends on the votes of others, another is driven over every land and sea by the trader’s urge to seek profit. Some are plagued by a passion for soldiering, and are incessantly bent upon threatening others or anxious about others’ threats. Some are worn out by self-imposed and unrequited attendance upon the great; many busy themselves with the pursuit of other men’s estates or in complaints about their own. Some follow no plan consistently but are precipitated into one new scheme after another by a fickleness which is rambling and unstable and dissatisfied with itself; some have no objective at all at which to aim but are overtaken by fate as they gape and yawn. I cannot, therefore, question the truth of the great poet’s dictum, uttered with oracular impressiveness: “Slight is the portion of life we live.” All the residue is not living but passing time.”

The rest is here

Wolf Shirts No Longer Cool

•August 3, 2009 • 2 Comments

Hipsters ruin everything.

You’re a, great, uhh, Zombie

•July 26, 2009 • 3 Comments

There’s a spammer on Reddit who submits stuff to the cycling group.  I find his writing most interesting.  It’s a tier above the garbled nonsense keywords of true spam, but below what a 2nd grader might craft when trying to write blurbs for a Colorado Cyclist catalog.

This Mongoose ShowTime Boy’s Bike is a great bicycle for the little ones. It is a great bike.

This particular item is a Mongoose ShowTime Boys Bike and can be used to get ready for the Tour de France, or as you are in a cycling race, on a trail leisurely, or just cycling in your town.

You think you just found the secret training edge of the Tour de France peloton?   Just wait until you hear his rave reviews of the WeeRide Kangaroo Child Bike Seat:

This particular item is a WeeRide Kangaroo Child Bike Seat and can be used for the Tour de France, or as you are in a cycling race, on a trail leisurely, or just cycling in your town.

Hang on little Johnny, daddy has to descend the Col du Tourmalet.

Despite the fact that every post seems to be auto-generated from some Engrish catalog bot, it’s strangely mesmerizing to read post after post of this stuff.  I hate to give a spammer what he wants, but the entertainment value of this site is so much higher than the downside of giving him eyeballs.


Just remember: it is important to have a nice mountain bike for your cycling trips.

Who are you and what are you selling?

•July 14, 2009 • 2 Comments

Aaron voluntarily made my lunch for me the last two days.  Fights with Aaron? More like, friends with Aaron.

Any guesses what the sly bastard has up his sleeve?

RT @Internet LoL! This blog post is so on topic. #wcuk #not_funny

•July 10, 2009 • 1 Comment

Public Service Announcement

From the desk of wcuk:

It is no longer funny, original, or constructive to make fun of twitter.  You are not entertaining when you playfully jest about tweets, twits, tweeting or any variation thereof.  It was dead when Conan O’Brien did it, it was dead 2 years before he did it, it remains dead indefinately.  There was a time when this joke was funny, just like there was a time when cargo pants roamed the earth with dinosaurs.

The dinosaurs had a good run of things.  They knew when to call it quits.  Cargo pants got the memo.  When will your johnny-come-late internet jokes follow suit?  I suspect not before you are the bell of every pool party this summer with your Seinfeldesque, “What’s the deal with these twits always tweeting about what they eat for dinner every night?!” jokes. You’ll be the last comic standing in Aunt Flo’s eyes.

Guess what? Aunt Flo dials in to AOL. Straight 28.8 kbs 3200 baud.

If you need a hot new joke to fill the void, may I suggest taking the meta road? Soon it will be all the rage to hate on twitter haters.  A new genre of humor will grow organically from this.  It will be cool to hate on the people that hate on the twitter haters.

If you hurry, you can still claim some of that land for your own.