Oooh, good tights!

quietly sobs because I miss wearing tights. And jackets. And velvet. Stupid heatwave. Stupid summer weather. BRING ON AUTUMN.

Got a new boss, she starts in September.

Had a farewell dinner for old boss lady at the local hotel. For all her crazyness and making me want to cry or commit homicide on various ocassions, I'm really gonna miss her. Who else will sing "Not in Nottingham" with me?! Will new boss be genre-savvy?! Will she get my DW mug or my TARDIS USB port that makes really annoying sounds when you plug in? Will she query me relentlessly as she mainlines the modern BSG and is all WTF?! the next day "Julie tell me WHY?!!" when she hits the final season?

It was quite amusing watching her turn into a total slacker her last two weeks. We spent one morning discussing The Avengers for an hour. She was clocking out at exactly eight hours instead of ten or twelve. Leaving messes about because she just couldn't be bothered. My standards, really.

My new boss has discovered I can word good.

Um, does that mean "word" is a legitimate verb now? Because it sounds awful to me. Like the worst corporate and/or internet speak imaginable. Sorry, I'm not usually a grammar fascist but that one just hit my brain too hard, and if you meant it ironically, I didn't get it from the rest of your post.

I am fairly certain that is as close as ita ! Gets to lolcat.

Would it be better or worse if she said she could word well?

Went out and waved to the Bike Party. They were cool. Tonight's theme was moonlight madness, bring your light bling. And they did. I think I saw my former neighbors. And got to explain it all to some residents of the senior apartments who came out to see WTH was going on. They thought it was a brilliant idea. "I wonder if they'd let me join in my chair?" from a partially paralyzed guy in a fully mechanized chair.

Honestly, one of the coolest parts was how many city kids joined up. True, the majority and founding demographic is middle-class white urbanites, you know, hipster, crusty liberals do gooders and college students with their spendy name bikes and accessories and helmets and the night's theme bling (I fall in one of those intersection on a venn diagram, for sure.) I heard 3 different languages tonight. But there were kids from the hoods on their beat-up bikes, no helmets, sweaty and screaming BIKE PARTAAAAY, no bling, racing out at the front. Kids from my hood that I often roll my eyes at when they decide to ride down the middle of 36th dodging traffic who joined the parade at the Y. Other riders told them to chill, then would outtrick them when there was a safe space. And they'd listen!

Kids riding hellbent with the cops blocking intersections for them to pass safely. Awesome.

What a great image!

bike party sounds like fun

Tres Groovy.

Bike party kind of gets on my nerves with the "we are too cool for helmets" thing. I think I should have gotten involved right when they started it.

I like that the city kids are into it, though. Actually, my friend and I were riding around the reservoir near sarameg's yesterday evening and we had to cut our ride short due to too many small kids learning to ride/acting as obstacles. THEY were all wearing helmets, though. And were super cute if super dangerous. It was really pretty great seeing all the folks out being fit!