I hate Mondays –Garfield

I hate hate –Reagan Youth

We hate Donald Trump –Millions of American voters

If you’re still undecided at this point, you don’t deserve to vote.

Biking is also pretty dependent on the individual and their setup. The elevation changes, distances, sustained speed, and terrain one individual and their equipment can handle can vary drastically with another person. Not to mention someone’s tolerance for whatever the weather might be doing at the time while you’re completely exposed to the elements on a bike or walking.

It’s just them taking a “your results may vary” approach while covering their own ass.

Anecdotally, while driving in Colorado, I put in a destination that I was driving to in bike mode on accident. The destination was like 80 miles away from where I was and involved climbing and descending a mountain pass. Google Maps was very optimistic about how long it would take me to bike there…all without knowing my anything about my health, the kind of bike I have, if I would be able to bike at that elevation, etc. (being Google they probably knew)

Picked up my daughter from her school parking lot years ago and while waiting at the stop sign to turn back onto the road a car goes by with their back tire smoking. I thought it was locked up from braking, but it was punctured and tearing apart. They made no effort to stop or really even slow down much. They continued on and the tire shredded to the point they were driving on the rim. They kept going and onto an even busier major road, which is when I lost track of them as we were turning the other way.

While I work from home during the week, I have frozen burritos almost every day. They’re super cheap and not bad.

To elevate mine to the next level, I first microwave them in a ceramic baking dish (little single serving size that you might have baked pasta in) until they’re a little less than done. Then top them with some cheese and green (or red) chili and pop that in the toaster oven for like 5-7 min. If available, throw some sour cream, guac, and lettuce on after taking them out of the toaster and viola! 🧑‍🍳

My kid is playing their guitar in their bedroom - I can’t make out the song, but it sounds like they’re just noodling around at the moment. Dog is panting as we just got back from a walk. Constant whir of the fan.

I love stuff like that. I’ve got demo tapes and 7" records from local punk bands from the 90s. Some were kids from my school or kids I used to skateboard with.

A lot of it is just rubbish, but it means something to me. I’ll put a few songs on every couple of years, laugh at the hand-drawn artwork, reminisce, and sing along.

Pretty sure there’s very few, if any, other copies of some of that stuff around anymore.