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August 10, 2007
Crazy Brits and Catching Up
"There's a crazy, rich, British guy…" started Jack, my 12-year old.
"Richard Branson?" I asked.
"I don't know. I saw something about him on TV. He's going to give $250 million to someone who comes up with a way to solve global warming…"
And then Jack went on to tell me he's working on a solution and how he's going to divide the money up if he (and he admits the chances are small) gets it.
Mostly what this post is about is my uncanny skill at being able to identify crazy, rich, Brits in three words or less. I'd have gotten Richard Branson with crazy and British, or rich and crazy probably.
[For the record I like Richard Branson based on what little I know about him and use the word crazy in its most lovable form.]
As a bonus, for this post I'm going to provide a bit of a teaser for what tomorrow is likely to bring. Some of you, I'm certain, have been wondering when I was going to post another agonizingly interesting entry about a bicycle trip. Tomorrow is likely to be the day. Weather permitting, and if I can avoid breaking any spokes, I hope to go to London, Ohio. They have chicken gizzards at their KFC, and I thought it would be a good ride to make. Also, and this is most important, I have this sort of cosmic feeling that the good people of London sort of miss me. The whole thing should be a hair over 50 miles and I plan on writing at least one paragraph for each mile (well, maybe not).
That's not so much of a teaser as just an in-your-face what's-going-to-happen. I've never been good at teasing. It's probably the thing that's kept me off the brass pole all these years.
Oh, another thing, hell let's just make this a clean-up entry for a lot of little things I've meant to blog about.
Today at McDonald's: I was speaking with my doctor friend and his woman friend (he's 70-something and she freely admits she uses him for his muscle). As we spoke the woman friend asked if I were married. I told her I was divorced which led to a "that's a shame" and some additional conversation in which we all agreed that I'm a damned delight to be around (damed delight, of course being the superlative of delight. I'm pretty sure when I went to Antioch Baptist Church the minister used to say damned delight when he meant something that was incrediburgably delightful).
Where was I? We'd agreed I was a damned delight to be around and that I seemed to be a nice guy. The woman friend then said, "I have a niece ..." And I'll admit, I was not surprised. I think I've said before that the world seems to be full of nieces, daughters and single friends.
As we spoke The Running Man stopped by and chatted. You know, he seems like a pretty nice fellow and I have the smallest bit of guilt about ever thinking otherwise despite his initial odd behavior. I guess you should never judge a man until you've run through a McDonald's in his shoes.
Last Night: I dreamed I was doing push ups. And they were really easy. Easier than ever before. Of course, when I woke up I understood why; I'd been dreaming. During one of the pushups I noticed a spiderweb with something huge stuck in it and wondered just how the spider was going to deal with it. The Analysis: Last night, in Outside Magazine, I read some sort of fitness survey and push-ups were part of it. I also seem to have some sort of spider in my yard I need to take care of.
A few nights ago: I dreamed that my buddy Darrell and I were exchanging text messages. The messages were exchanging were the lyrics to Rock On. All I remember is that he texted me "Jimmy Dean" and I texted "James Dean" back, though there had been some exchanges prior to that. The Analysis: I, despite being an IT guy, have just recently learned to send text messages on my phone. While I may have had a late start, I have gone an extra step and I use a Bluetooth connection to receive/send from my Palm TX, so I've nerded it up about as much as I can.
Alright then, I think we're all caught up.
Don't forget about tomorrow's biking entry. You'll probably want to pick up some extra popcorn when you're at the grocery tonight. Maybe some beer too. Something full bodied and dark.
Posted by delmer at August 10, 2007 7:18 AM
Comments
Yeah you've geeked it by using your Palm, but it's not wireless so there is still another step.
Posted by: mikeo at August 11, 2007 7:14 AM
Don't dis the Palm TX. It is wireless -- I can check e-mail and browse the web via our wireless network, and I could use a free service to send SMS messages ... I just couldn't get them.
Posted by: delmer at August 11, 2007 9:15 AM
This particular crazy Brit is back home and just about staying awake after the journey...I WILL sleep soon!
You're just so cute when you're being a little bit geeky ;o)
Posted by: Pen at August 11, 2007 2:07 PM
running man!
Posted by: dyna at August 12, 2007 1:49 PM
Lady P: I think it's hard to know if you are crazy due to Britishness or Blondishness.
Dyna: I thought you might be wondering how he was doing.
Posted by: delmer at August 13, 2007 12:54 AM
GL on your bike journey dont forget to do your entries i like reading them.
Posted by: Prettyrose70 at August 13, 2007 1:53 PM