Fwop. Weird day.

Hauled my butt out to the playground building, but due to me signing up late, a front page (maybe of the local section) story on the project this am and a huge-er than expected group of Americorp volunteers with actual skills, there was nothing for me to do. Which, other than me not getting to help, is pretty damned cool. They had too many volunteers! But I'm on the list for cleanup, if necessary. It's a fantastic playground. HUGE. Using the plastic composite stuff. Lots of swings and slides and climby on things. The kids at the neighborhood schools designed it.

Then I drove around and got deliberately lost in various interesting and out of the way neighborhoods. And then I thought I'd gotten found but it turned out to be a big dead end LIE and I was lost somewhere on Television Hill, which was weird. I could have looked at a map, but figured as long as the neighborhood wasn't sketchy, I'd stay lost. So I did and then BOOM. I was near home. Somehow. That was fun. So I went to Home Depot and bought some pansies and alyssum and verbena and snapdragons. Coming around the corner, I hit the Evil Curb (it has an exposed metal edge) and flattened my tire. Large gash in the sidewall.

So I tried changing a tire. Scraped the hell out of my hands on the trunk liner getting the jack out. My only injury. However the lug nuts were attached by the Hulk, so after I tried, a friendly cabby tried, and a bulky dude tried, I gave up and called AAA. The guy came out and effortlessly removed the lugs. We must have been a trio of wimps. The guy gave me an in at the nearby tire shop, so I got a deal. Wandered across the street and got dinner at the A&W and had a nice conversation with a little old lady.

Several errands later, and I'm dying my hair.

I still have to clean. I'm kinda tired.

dcp, It has all been rain and ugliness today. There was 15-20-gusty Friday, but I was locked in a room with a computer. Rats.

That is you with the satellite on the hook in those DTV commercials, right? Fess up!

t Dude, there are womens listening! Don't ever let them know flying kites can make your delts cry for mercy. They'll pull your Bitchin' Dude card!

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday NoiseDesign!

Busy weekend here. Last night we went to the Birchmere to see the latest incarnation of the Four Bitchin' Babes, which was a good show. Today our dance group had a gig which went well except for me getting sunburn on my chest. Tomorrow we go to see the Nationals play.(Note to self: remember sunscreen)

Sheryl, I love the FBB! I went to a show, eh, it was probably more than a year ago, and there were six Bitchin' Babes that night. It was such a blast.

Jen, you probably saw the reunion show. We saw that, too.

Heh. No, but there is a regular at the park who flies a quad-line parafoil from a cart. He can build up some impressive speed, but the really amazing thing is how he works his way back up-wind.

... who flies a quad-line parafoil from a cart ...

Never let English stand in the way of your hobby...

If you ever see a guy holding both hands up in the air with a faintly panic-y expressions, while racing past you on something that looks like a chariot built by a bycycle maker, you will understand dcp.

the reunion show

Yep, that sounds right.

Saw a guy in a BtVS tee at the show, too. I don't know why I remember that random fact, but I do.

Oops. Sorry for the jargon overload, especially since I got it wrong. Turns out they are called "buggies," not "carts." [link]

They are called carts in WI. These Brits are always a little daft, like they think they invented the frickin' language, or something.