Stock Your Shop
Ever started working on your bike only to discover that you didn't have the supplies you need? Then you have to traipse down to the bike shop, a trip that eats into the precious time you're able to dedicate to working on your bike or riding it.
You can avoid these disruptive jaunts by keeping basic supplies in your home workshop. Here's a checklist:
---Brake and derailleur cables and housing
---Cable and housing end caps
---Chains and chain lube
---Brake pads
---Handlebar tape
---Tires, tubes, rim strips and patch kits
---Seatpost binder bolts or clamps
---Chainring fixing bolts
---Spokes, particularly if they’re unique to your wheels
---Cleats and bolts for your pedal system
---Any special tools your equipment requires
---Lots of rags
...I am woefully underequipped. :)
There is absolutely nothing I can add to this. Enjoy.
Anyway, saw this for the first time the other night when watching 24 and fast-forwarding through the commercials. No, it doesn't cover most of the screen, but it does cover just enough to make you REALLY have to pay attention when the program starts again. It's especially bad for 24, where the biggest clue to the show actually starting up again is the clock IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCREEN, that was completely blocked out by this annoying ad for a movie I will now not go see. (OK, I admit, I wasn't going to go see it anyway).
image stolen from engadget
I did ride in this morning, and only almost died about three times. One of them, however, was actually my fault. I wanted to stay in the bike lane (was on lincoln about two blocks north of Fullerton at this point), but there was a little pothole and some patched asphalt, so I decided to bunny hop it. Well, let me just tell you: bunny hops on the fixie are very tricky, since your legs are moving all the time. So, I guess what probably happened is I hopped it and my legs stopped the rear wheel from moving (another trick, but one I wasn't intending to perform at the time). So, when I landed, I skidded a bit and the wheel kept right on going. I lost my left foot (unclipped) and by some miracle was able to keep my balance on my right foot, still going around. I'm sure it looked like one of the freaky "how-in-the-world-did-he-recover-from-that" moments in racing - the bike was totally tweaked and it must have looked like an epileptic fit as I tried to keep my balance up there, but keep my balance I did.
I guess I have to spend more time on the fixie and get to know her better.
The best part is, I pretty much kept my line the whole time. I don't think I left the bike lane at all. :)
I think somebody messed up somewhere, and that poor kid who lost his hands and foot playing basketball got the injuries this woman was supposed to have, and vice-versa. Click through up top for the full article. Pretty crazy stuff.
I think somebody messed up somewhere, and that poor kid who lost his hands and foot playing basketball got the injuries this woman was supposed to have, and vice-versa. Click through up top for the full article. Pretty crazy stuff.
I had to blog about this because it's very, very strange: Whenever I see someone in a costume like that (in fact, just yesterday I was telling this to Dana as we walked by the Easter Bunny himself), I have this intense urge to tackle them. Maybe I've watched too much Jackass in the past, but I just think it would be funny beyond measure to do -- or to witness -- that.
Dana - will you be doing this kind of thing in Houston? How cool!
What I really wanted to know was how in the world someone's hands and a foot were chopped off playing, of all things, basketball. Apparently a wall fell on him. I mean, it's just funny. How do you explain that one? The lord must really have it in for this little boy.
Lauren has had a bit to drink at this point.
[Update]
Somehow I was able to successfully navigate the car through the oncoming traffic last night. Through the power of alcohol! You'd think I would have learned my lesson ages ago. I don't know why Dana wasn't driving - she hadn't really been able to drink because she was on call... Oh well!
My naked bike, everything taken off except fork, handlebars, shifters and rear derailleur, for my first annual overhaul and upgrade!
I have a bunch of pics of the old and new parts also, will blog about it in detail(?) later. Woo-hoo!
[udpate] I do fully intend to update the blog with my step-by-step bike maintenance journey. But Pablo (seen here taking a dump in Ireland) took the camera to the Canon repair place for us - Dana dropped it one too many times in Ireland, and a button flew off. I've been taking pictures by sticking a pin in the hole where the button used to be. Not ideal.
And OK, OK, I'll spare you and not give step-by-step maintenance details. Maybe just an overview with a link to pictures.
The man who he held up: "He told me if I wasn't on Terri's side then I wasn't on God's side, either."
Yeah, that's a good way to prove you're doing God's work. [Thou shalt not] Steal!
I think I'm going to be sitting on the El less often now. It was totally obvious. Someone got up to let her sit down next to the window, then sat down next to her. Thirty seconds later, got up and walked to the other side of the car (which I noted only because it was rather odd behaviour). Then, like a minute later, I smelled it. Everyone around smelled it. The lady holding her scarf up to her nose, the people unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of her.
I wasn't sure, but all was confirmed when she got up and left later. The guy in the seat in front of where she had been turned around and then back VERY quickly with a telling look on his face. I did the eye contact thing and shook my head slightly in disbelief. Sure enough, there was a little puddle on the ground where her feet had been.
Just... awesome. I should have noted the car number, but I was just excited to get off the damn train. A block later and I had completely forgotten about it.. Strange how that happens.
Big city livin!
Anyway, I've been thinking to myself, "Gee, wouldn't it be nice to not let The Daily Show pile up week after week and transfer them to a PSP for watching during my commute?" Well, I guess my dreams have been answered.
But I know that the reason I want the thing most is just because it's so damn sexy. Mmm mm mm!
What more could I possibly add to this story? This reminds me of the scene in The Naked Gun with the finger-hot-dog. But much, much more gross.
Actually, some friends of mine last weekend awed all with a story of how one of them - no joke - found a band-aid in their beer can. That they had just opened. That, also, was very gross.
That story reminds me of Strange Brew, where I believe it was one of their jobs to watch the beer bottles go by on a conveyor-belt to ensure there weren't mice inside. Ahh, movies.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of this.. I've been trying to think of a killer use for RFID for a while now (so far: put an RFID chip in bikes to identify after stolen, ala dog/cat implants; again, RFID chip in bike(s), car(s), valuables so that you can be notified when they leave a certain area: "Your [bike/car/dildo/whatever] has left [bedroom/garage/freezer/etc]". Shoot - even integrate with home security system so that when X leaves Y, it kicks off a camera that can record exactly HOW X left Y.
As Fasana would say: "PATENT PENDING!"
See, in September, they tore the roof off of our (loft) Evilpartment, and all kinds of debris and shit came raining down on everything we own. It was AWESOME. But totally worthwhile. Since they replaced the roof, we've only had, like FOUR LEAKS. Definitely an improvement, as our apartment had only leaked twice BEFORE they "fixed" the roof.
Oh, and did I mention that they didn't tell us they were going to make our apartment unlivable until the day before they started tearing the roof off? Yeah, that was pretty cool too.
So anyway, yesterday I see that there are roofers there getting ready to set up a trampoline and jump up and down above my bed for a few hours, so I knew we were in for it. When I got home, all suspicions were confirmed, and all my bedding is once again off to the laundry. But at least they offered to clean them for me - pay my cleaning bill - apologize. Oh wait, no, that's right, they shrugged their shoulders, turned, and walked away from us. Right, yeah, that's right. That's what they did.
So, I revert to "Angry College Mark", turn on Nine Inch Nails really loud, and begin to go through the routine of removing everything from my room, sweeping multiple times, vacuuming after that, and mopping a couple times after that.
By this point, Mikey had come home and was scared of "Angry Mark", so I turned the music down and talked to him and his recently returned girlfriend, MC.
After calming down, I took a break, went to Burrito House and got a quesadilla and some chips and guac, and some beer from across the street.
I enjoyed my dinner while watching 24, then went back to putting my room back together. It's mostly back together now. At least there isn't shit all over anymore.
Sigh.
My new mantra: "Three more months.." "Three more months.."
Pretty funny, very long. Enjoy!
So what do I do about it? Yeah, that's right. I sit here and blog instead of working so that I can ensure my contributions are noticed and valued. Sigh.
So, let's take a survey. IF I can't continue to do from Houston what I'm now doing, what should I try to do while there? What kind of employment should I look for? I did a quick google and it looks like there are bike messengers in Houston, and that's the first thing, actually, I would consider doing. I think it would be fun, I know it would keep me in shape, and I'd have a heck of a tan (and some wicked bike-handling skills) after a year there. Though I hear the cars in Houston are less than friendly to cyling-types.
Anyway, short of being a messenger, what kind of employment can be had in only a year?
Come on, just because it took you 4 months to find the egg that I hid at your Christmas party is no reason to retaliate to such a degree. Dear god, have mercy on us. We're done for.
And, as a side note, we did not want to register at four places, let alone five. Apparently, however, it's improper to register for "fine" china at Crate and Barrel (I thought it was overdoing it to register for TWO SETS of plates/bowls/etc in the first place, let alone such expensive stuff). That being said, however, the stuff we ended up registering for is really nice!
PLEASE?!?!!?
By the way, I'll need to borrow your car. Thanks, honey. :)
Edit: Blogger seems to have been taking a shit when I entered this. Let me know if you see anything effed up.
And I'd totally surf around and catch up on my reading and stuff, but all the important people in my office seem to have something to say to me today, and that has proven to be a rather unsafe pasttime.
AND, leaving early isn't an option, because I have a test scheduled for 4:15 that'll take at least a half an hour (and then I have dinner downtown tonight anyway). At least I have something to look forward to. Yummy Thai food. Mmmmmmm.
I'll try to remember to moblog from the restaurant, if I can get away with it.
Dear God in Heaven, help me.
Once again, too lazy to add a picture, but I had to comment on this. I pray it signals a new rationality regarding this subject.
JUST BECAUSE WE'VE ALWAYS DONE THINGS A CERTAIN WAY DOES NOT MAKE IT RIGHT.
Sorry if this entry was a departure from the normally light-hearted, but seriously, how can people honestly defend the position that gays/lesbians shouldn't be able to marry?
"Clocky is a clock for people who have trouble getting out of bed. When the snooze bar is pressed, Clocky rolls off the table and finds a hiding spot, a new one every day."
This reminds me of when my brother would use two alarm clocks in high school. He would have one next to his bed, and hide the other in a cabinet across the room. Somehow he still failed to get up on time.
This is an email reply to an error report i sent to flickr about my missing moblog images from this weekend. I'm relieved that they acknowledge there is some kind of problem - I was beginning to think it might be my phone, which would have been troublesome...
Anyway, the "Woe is me" is also because I was very good about moblogging before and during the St. Patrick's Day Parade here last Saturday (started at 10am), but for some reason stupid Flickr didn't send my entries to the blog! Didn't even recieve them! OK, so it's quite possibly the "stupid phone"s fault, but I need someone to blame.. Sigh.
Anyway, back to the grind after the long weekend (wasn't at work on Friday).
And HBD, S.
Anyway, I wouldn't have bothered with blogging about a bike race that few, oh so few people care about, until I saw this in my play-by-play from cyclingnews.com: "As expected, it was flat out from the start, with the peloton screaming along at 60 km/h with the tailwind."
60km/h is just about 37mph. Can you imagine going that fast on a flat straightaway? I don't care HOW STRONG the winds are, that's just sick...
Whoa. Picture-within-a-picture. Cool. I am bored, and not yet tired enough to go to sleep. Time to catch up on my reading..
You'll need bittorrent to download this year's SXSW "featured artist" music, but it's all explained if you follow the link above. Mmmm. Free music.
Hutch was pissed that I didn't blog about this Monday when it happened... I'm not even sure you'll be able to make out what it says, but I'll tell you anyway.
Mikey ordered chicken fried steak when we were at Horseshoe the other night, and left before the tab came (he left some cash behind to cover it, though).
Anyway, Hutch had the bright idea to play creditcard roulette, and fate paid him back by having the waitress pick his card (schmuck). So, he's looking over the bill and the last item catches our eye - and is the reason for this entry. When we saw 'Cock Moo' we didn't know what to think.
The waitress explained, though, that it's their name for the chicken fried steak.
Apparently it used to be called that on the menu, but too many people got confused...
This is why cycling is so much fun. They have minute-by-minute coverage of Paris-Nice, and take a moment out to comment that there are cows. I love it!
In case you're wondering (and oh, I just know you are), today's stage was shortened from 191k to about 46k because of the cold weather. 2-4 degrees for 118 miles does NOT sound fun.
PBRamid!
EDIT: FYI, I did try to post this from phone last night, but for some reason it didn't go through, so I did it on the El on the way to work (next to the guy who was snoring. Nice.). Anyway, just wanted to clear up that this wasn't a PBRamid from 8:30 in the morning..
Made some great coffee Saturday morning, cleaned up the TV room (partly - Mikey got back from Spring Training much earlier than I expected so I didn't have a chance to get my full clean on). It was, by some freak of nature, over 60 degrees out yesterday, so I went out on the fixie and had some delicious burgers for dinner. MMMmm. MEAT.
Hutch is back in town, and though he's been here all weekend he has yet to clean up the Skyline dip that is, at this time, probably close to a month old.
I also realized that my desk is, in fact made of wood, and sorted and filed all the bills and reciepts and various other paper-goods that had been piling up atop it, revealing again it's true nature.
Saturday night we had dinner at my parents' place with the priest who will marry Dana and I, and I got "pressure" from my dad on the ride home about having a full Mass again. I'm sorry, but if you don't understand that I'm not going to take Communion even if there is a full Mass, and that the GROOM not taking Communion at mass MIGHT stand out a bit, then it's time for another smack upside the head. To his credit, the priest has brought it up and GENTLY suggested I reconsider. My father could use a lesson in subtlety.
You're not changing my mind, you're just pissing me off. I'd really like to ENJOY my wedding, and the consolation I made was HAVING IN A CHURCH AT ALL.
Blah. OK, off to work. I had to work from home for an hour this morning doing some troubleshooting, so my coffee intake was delayed and I am therefore a moody bitch right now. But tonight, BBQ and $2 PBR at Horseshoe, our newly-found "Texas bar" just down the street. Can you really beat 10oz. of PBR for $2? No, I didn't think so.
Which won't have the chicken dance. I swear, I didn't seek this out. It was this picture or a monkey running. (I REALLY wanted the monkey, but you all get the chicken dance instead). We also won't have the Hokey Pokey or something called "The Butterfly Dance", which I had never heard of until the other day.
Well, not next winter in Houston - I'll be stuck inside on the trainer in the SUMMER then, but you know... after that. This camera is the bomb and I want it hardcore.
The above images (in order), are our seats for the last three Cubbies games this season (conveniently enough, in Houston, where D and I are moving shortly after we wed). 2 tickets for Friday, 4 for Saturday and 4 Sunday. (Friday September 30, Saturday October 1 and Sunday October 2, respectively). I didn't buy tickets for the Thursday game figuring they'd be easier to come by and D will probably have some contacts in Houston as she's a Sports Medicine doctor anyway. But regardless, here are the images that the astros website provide (please note, no link) for the three different sections we'll be in.
As if we didn't all expect this. What I didn't expect was such colorful writing on CNN.com. Hurray for progress!
I'd love to see a trailer/newspaper ad for the movie with THIS quote: "actually painful to watch". :)
edit: Oh, I just had to add this one too: "[this movie is] obviously a rip-off of Arnold Schwarzenegger's 'Kindergarden Cop' and makes that 1990 film look like a cinematic masterpiece."
Who knew! Maybe Hutch was a lobster in a different life...
Anyway, came across this blog when looking for better pictures of "Bubba", the ginormous lobster that died on his way to becoming an exhibit at Ripley's Believe it or Not (I believe it). For reference, I included the picture above of Bubba next to a "normal" lobster - his 22 pounds next to the paltry 1.5 pounds of a "normal". Umm, that's really big.
Anyway, interesting facts in the blog about treatment of lobsters and how PETA is potentially effing things up w/r/t their treatment.
I, for one, admire PETA's purpose, or at least what their name stands for, but I'm not sure I've ever read anything about them that didn't make me cringe and think of them as lunatics.
Snapped this on my way out of the office tonight. I hope it comes out alright, it was mighty pretty from the 12th floor...
I haven't had the chance to check the recordings yet, but at the link above we're promised tracks of the music from the game. I plan on it being on my iPod (at home) by tomorrow, so I can listen to it all day long. When I start rolling around at work, I'll have someone take a picture and send it to the blog for you.
Fun!
Pictures can be found at:
Ireland - Day 1
Ireland - Day 2
Ireland - Day 3
Ireland - Day 4
Ireland - Day 5
Ireland - Worm's pics (Oops. Forgot to upload these) EDIT: Here they are..
Okay, changed the pic settings so it doesn't make the obnoxious camera sound anymore, and also upped the quality to 'high', an option i didn't see the first time i had this phone (the at&t version). There are some other apparent software differences on this one, too.
First comment to be able to tell me what the difference between the 6820 and the 6820b is gets a virtual cookie.
So, I tried 3 codes from a different d/l'd app, and 1 from another. After the three didn't work, I went to another app out of fear my phone model wasn't supported (Nokia 6820b), and did a search for "nokia unlock 6820b). Found some software that said it could unlock that phone, went straight for code 7 (as they recommend), and it didn't work. Now I get one more try before the damn thing can't be unlocked by these means (otherwise, will need to bring it somewhere with a data cable to unlock it).
I don't want to eff this up.
For the record, codes I tried:
From Hollowman v1.4
#pw+215035142302233+7# - CODE ERROR
#pw+499537223707733+1# - CODE ERROR
#pw+306856633400052+5# - CODE ERROR
From CyberGSM v5.4 (which said it supported unlocking the 6820b)
#pw+ 22 50 35 14 23 02 23 3 +7# - CODE ERROR
The remaining codes from the CyberGSM software are:
#pw+ 40 95 37 22 37 07 73 3 +1#
#pw+ 40 21 67 62 30 23 06 5 +2#
#pw+ 41 88 37 73 06 30 43 2 +3#
#pw+ 93 52 42 45 63 24 54 7 +4#
#pw+ 31 68 56 63 34 00 05 2 +5#
#pw+ 24 51 75 26 53 73 37 7 +6#
Also (just FYI), my phone's system software (retrieved by hitting *#0000#) returned:
V 5.86
27-08-04
RH-26
(c) Nokia.
...updates to follow...
Just to verify this is still working with my new service provider... Here's my desk at work! Exciting, I know...
Regardless, the inner geek in me felt the need to unlock my phone and truly make it MINE, so here goes. I just finished d/ling the software (at the link above).
Following the directions on the page, I get these results:
I leave the default "Nokia" and "DCT4 (expert only)" selected. Enter the IMEI, select "U.S.A.", and "CINGULAR - Pacific Bell Wireless", then press "Calculate"... It comes up with codes, but no friendly pop-up modal like in the picture on the webpage, then I realize they have only entered the IMEI.
Starting over...
OK, just entering the IMEI tells me that the MMC+MNC is invalid (it remains blank and grayed out). Kill program, double-check IMEI and re-enter. Same as second try above.
Alright, let's repeat the way I did it the first time (kill and restart program).
You know what, forget this for now. I have to do more research, and it's sure as shit not happening here at work. I'll follow-up later.
OK, home again. VERY glad to see the moblogging worked. Since I wasn't
sure of the cost tried to keep it at a minimum but still provide some
updates. I'll try to put in a good entry today.
Good news for the day: my Cingular phone is here (a swap to replace
the same AT&T model), and already working. Now, to unlock it. More on
that later also.