Random Thoughts of a Crazy Lady

Why must guys on motorcycles idle their engines for like an hour? I don't know much (read: nothing) about motorcycles, but my inner logic (read: craziness) says it doesn't tale 60 minutes (I'm good at the math) to get the engine idled properly and thus enabling driving. Like, does that makes sense to anyone?

And why are motorcycle engines so loud anyway? Are they made of lawnmower engines? I mean, hell, I could jump on a lawnmower and ride around town too, but that seems inefficient. Though loud. Since loud seems to be the main goal here: he who idles the loudest must have the largest penis. Is that right? If my logic is right (which it usually isn't), I'd judge that by the loudness of the lawnmower engine in that motorcycle, the vibrations must be pretty strong. So either the guy is riding the biggest fucking vibrator ever (lucky bastard) or his junk must be completely numb and useless. And because I hate him for idling his hog under my bedroom window at the asscrack of dawn this morning (How dare he not know I had a headache!), I'm gonna assume the latter. Numb junk it is.

This is the dumbest effing thing I've seen in my young life. But I love it so hard. Why, jeebus? WHY? But I do know why. It's like Steven Hawking as a cat. Kind of. Not really. But that's where I go in my head (My head is a frightening place. Really. I rarely brush my hair. So who knows what's living in there. Cue: ew.). (Thanks, Lilu, for sharing this avec moi.)

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Have any of you heard about this:

I'm thinking, AWESOME, because that SOB totes owes me a My Little Pony that he promised me in 1986 if I obeyed my parents. We had a deal, Jesus!  We had a deal and I intend to collect. 

I really need to write about my furniture projects soon. I will, I promise. How is it I'm so busy when I'm so unemployed. Huh? HUH? Wait, I'm not that busy. I'm just incredibly lazy. There's a difference. There's a difference. 

I also made my new blog masthead for August and am dying to put it up now. Would you all judge me if I posted my August masthead before it was actually August? Would you think me stupid? Or a liar? Or just slightly inaccurate? *sigh*

I'm also totes trying to figure out the whole blog badge thing (I wanted to type blog bladge. Doesn't that just sound better?), both for meself (Why do we need these things anyway? ahhh peer pressure is the spice of life.) and for a new photo contest that TheSuniverse and I are concocting (and will be FULL of the awesome sauce). But I am apparently rocking the lame sauce on the whole html thing. Blerg. 

Photo of the Day: Lite Brite

I took this on Saturday at our local Christmas parade. I haven't been to a Christmas parade in years and truth be told, the endless scouts and myriad local politicians wear me out. But, I love the high school bands. I was on the dance team in high school and loved love loved being in parades. ANYWAYYYY, back to the photo. This parade was at night, which was awesome for my camera! This was before the parade even started and I had been trying to get a shot of this cop and his motorcycle, just loving the way his lights were refracting (is that the right term?), but he was driving around too fast. And finally, he stopped. Right in front of me. Kismet. And don't you love the effect?