Bizzaroland

I have now entered bizzaroland. I land of pure strangeness. I had a very strange conversation last night. A little background before I begin. I usually leave work around 430ish. It isn't really dark yet but it is on its way. I usually get home around 530ish and by then it is dark. I typically turn my lights on if cars have their lights on. When I get on the bike path I usually turn my light down to half power or lower to conserve battery. Ok now on to bizzaroland.

So I am biking home last night and I have just turned on to the bike path and gone down about a block or two when a pedestrian walking the other way kind of waves his hand and says'

"Excuse me. Could you stop please."

I figure that was pretty polite maybe they need directions or something so I stop and ask, "Whats up?"

The start of the rabbit hole is, "What is with the light?"

I start to explain that it is so the cars can see me when I arrive at cross streets and when I actually ride on streets but I get interrupted with, "It isn't even that dark out and the light really bothers me. All the blinking and what not. You should really think about turning it off." While talking he makes a strange jesture with his head as if the lights were making him dizzy.

Mind you I don't have a blinking front light. At this point my mouth drops open and I have that classic what the hell is going on face. I am waiting for the joke or the punch line. When there is no response or anything I realized he is actually serious. I reply using about as much sarcasm as I can muster at this moment with, "Yea well we should also ask all the cars to turn off their pesky lights."

He looks as if he is seriously contenplating it. I used that moment to get back on my bike and escape

The Bitcher

I have never heard someone bitch as much as the guy who sits right across from me. We are at work and he bitches about getting emails. I mean WTF. It is work you get emails. He was also bitching about the weather. Again WTF its end of November and its close to 50 out. I can't wait to hear him bitch when the weather is actually bad. I think this guy should enter a contest on bitching. I guarntee he would do well. Oh before I could finish writting this he is bitching more about. Sweet.

Bubble boy

I have made a concious decision to not watch or read any news. I find it to be pretty nice. I don't get riled up everytime I see someone debating Michelle Bachman's ideas like they actually have merit and are not just ravings of a sly lunatic. I find myself living happily in my little bubble. I al don't have to feel guilty about not being more involved.

On a completely different subject. As I was biking home last night at about 6 pm I had one of those scared shitless moments. As any one knows around these parts it is pretty dark at 6pm. I have a nice light but it can only do so much. In any case, I am not emberassed to say that I had a death grip on my handlebars, a clenched jaw, and all breathing had stopped. This occured because I just missed hitting a small dear by about 2". I actually am not really sure how I didn't hit it. Hard to tell when your eyes are closed. Ok my eyes were not closed but I was frozen in the paralysis of fear. In any case I had a good laugh about it after it happened.

I see sick people

First the child now Koogs. Sick people everywhere. Knock on wood. hopefully I don't get the sicknes.