Archive for February 9th, 2007

Read off a bottle of hair conditioner

Friday, February 9th, 2007

“It is not ‘if’ we will lose the things we love, it is ‘when.’ With some, the loss comes in a major catastrophic event. For most, love is surrendered one piece at a time…first childhood, a promising romance, the passing of a loved one, and fianlly a child who leaves home. But as we lose, can we not gain a deep knowing that in the presence of grace, love is eternal.”

Sheesh. That is the most depressing bottle of hair conditioner I have ever read. I need to find a bottle of shampoo and cheer up…

(sent wireless via Treo 650)



Executive Branch

Friday, February 9th, 2007

We are truly ruled by liars and children.

Calgon, take me away…



Flandis Declines

Friday, February 9th, 2007

VeloNews:

French media have reported that American Floyd Landis has declined a U.S. Anti-Doping Agency request to release remaining urine samples from last summer’s Tour de France for additional testing.

Landis, who is scheduled to appear before a USADA panel in May, had been asked to permit the release of remaining B-samples for tests to detect the presence of exogenous testosterone.

Makes sense to me. Why risk what would be an assured third failed test if you are trying to clear your name? No need to go the extra kilometer to cooperate if it’s easier to just tie things up in court instead.

Floyd Fairness Fund. Those of you still not convinced can send your money.



Bike Swap Pant Wetting

Friday, February 9th, 2007

I forgot to mention that I am sharing a table with Ped and he has a bunch of cool stuff too. Some of his stuff may be even cooler than my stuff. Maybe.

We are going to need a fire extinguisher to quell the riot around our table. Show up early.

Not that showing up early will help you beat the crowds. But it will give you a chance to run to the cash machine, get more $$ and sprint back to our table before we run out of stuff and the cash machine runs out of $$.

Some rules for our table:

No holds.
No trades.
No bartering.
No checks.
No credit cards.
No lay-a-way.
No shoes, no shirt, no problem. We’ll sell you some.