"Define 'interesting'."

First ride of the year. Just got on the damn stationary with the default settings and rode until it told me to stop. Can someone explain why my legs feel fine but my arms are tired?

Anyway, went to the gym after work and it was packed at 4:00 PM. Gold's Gym bought the Nevada Fitness franchise so there's a new bunch of testosterone-embedded members hanging at the place. It lent to a new atmosphere in the place: not so much relaxed, more angry than anything. It'll be this way for a few weeks, then, like water, it'll find a new level. Not better or worst; just different. Things change.

There's a bunch of new equipment including a fleet of bicycles for spinning. Am I that crazy? Where's my inhalator?

GEEK ALERT: If you have Google Earth, check out this out. I plugged in the coordinates in the story and the object in the picture does appear.

Are you a White Stripes fan? Do you like cute kittens? Here is your nirvana. Crank It!

Found an article on the internet where you can buy a video screen for your tombstone and it got me thinking. The daughters have a toy that gives a set response to a verbal question. What if the tombstone had voice recognition? You could program it to respond to certain people in a customized conversation. Heck, you can pretty much hold a conversation with someone you've know for decades:

Bill is visiting his wife Marsha's grave:

Bill: Hello, Dear. I still can't believe you're gone after all these years.

Marsha the Tombstone: I can't believe you had the guts to finally show up.

B: What are you talking about, dear? I love you.

MtT: The golf course must be closed.

B: Well, yes.

MtT: And what about Fluffy? How long was I in the ground before you got rid of her?

B: She missed you a lot. She ran away not long after you died.

MtT: Yeah, right.

B: I hated that damn cat.

This could turn into a decent story. Gonna mull on it for a while.

Watched all four playoff games this weekend. Had a point to make about organized violence here somewhere. Never mind. Anyway, this is what I do when I'm not doing school stuff now that the Fall semester is officially done. I've got to get a year-round hobby.

GEEK ALERT 2: True story follows. There was a time in desktop technology where processor were burning out because they generated too much heat and the PC fans and cooling systems could not keep up with the temperatures. PC manufacturers were selling tiny fans for overheating computer processor chips. This story is not a solution to that problem. Instead, it shows what happens when engineers have too much time on their hands and too little common sense between their ears.

Dumb joke of the day. Rated PG-13:

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party. The Indian Chief proclaims, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honour of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?"

The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse."

The Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who whispers in Silver's ear and the horse gallops away. Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back. As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed. "You have a very fine and loyal horse but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?"

The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him, and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes off across the plains and disappears over the horizon. Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a brunette, even more attractive than the blonde. She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of many talents but I still kill you tomorrow. "What is your last request?"

The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse....alone." The Chief is curious but he agrees and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent.

Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears, looks him square in the eye and says, "Listen very carefully you dumb ass horse. For the last time . . . BRING POSSEEEE!!!!"

Distance: 7.15 miles
Time: 30:00 minutes
465 calories burned