It's like riding a bike...

Whoever made up that saying should be beaten with a tire iron, because it's not true... especially when it comes to RIDING BIKES. Riding a bike should be like riding a bike.... shouldn't it?

Well apparently not for me.

I had a wonderful birthday (more updates about the celebration to come.)

My parents bought me a bike. A bike that I was saving up for, which is awesome, because now that saved money is going toward a trip to France. They decorated it with bows and I felt like I was a little kid again, and it was actually a really great feeling. Remember that glee when you saw your first bike next to the tree on Christmas morning? It was kind of like that. Only I knew this bike came from my parents and there wouldn't an impending painful let down as when found out Santa wasn't real.... the day after.

Just kidding, that never happened... to me.

Anyway, I thought I was going to be all badass and healthy and ride my bike to and from work everyday. That is until I found out I can't ride a bike.

I took a few "quick" spins around the driveway for practice and then decided it was time to face the mean city streets. I had glorious visions in my head that I could rival the biking talents of Kevin Bacon in everyone's favorite Quicksilver. Alas, those prestigious skills will have to be learned at a later date, because on day 2 of peddling my new ride, I fell off.

Of course it was on a busy street where lots of people could see. And of course I skinned right knee and elbow. (To match my left knee and elbow that was injured during my birthday street fight.... details to come in a later post.)

It's been a week, and I think I am ready to get back on the horse... er.. I mean bike. Wish me luck, because tomorrow I could be dead.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

Oh yeah... and riding a bike makes your Hoo-Ha hurt if you haven't done it in awhile. And "done it in awhile" means riding a bike in awhile. You perverts.

Now Playing: "Ether Sunday" by Trey Anastasio

24, and there's so much more...

Today is my birthday. I officially turn 24 at like 7:19 p.m.

I thought since today is "my day," I would ask all the lurkers out there to come out of the woodwork and say hello. It's kind of a present to me. I like comments... what can I say?

You don't have to wish me a happy birthday... you can just tell me your favorite song, or what is currently tickling your fancy. (What a weird expression.)

Or even better, answer this: If you had to spend your life searching for a mythical creature, what would you search for? Examples include (if your imagination escapes you) unicorns, sasquache(es?), mermaids/mermen, abdominal snowmen (a man made of snow with kick-ass stomach muscles.)

(Frequent commenters are ALWAYS welcome to chime in.)

Wow... I was big into parenthesis(es?) this post. But I guess you have to deal with it, because it's my birthday.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours....

Now Playing: "Old Man" by Neil Young

Memories... in the corners of my mind

I haven't done much this week to necessarily post about... but I thought since I got such adamantly disgusted reactions to my last post, I thought I would put something up just so that it wasn't the first thing you saw when you tried to make a trip to Jorkenland.

So I thought I would do a bit of free association concerning my iPod. I listen to the radio, almost everyday at work to drown out the voices in my head screaming at me to quit my job. More often than not most songs remind me of a certain point in my life or a specific moment of hilarity, sadness or sheer goofiness.

I put my iPod on shuffle and listened to the first 5 songs and wrote down what came to mind first. I did not skip embarrassing songs, and I will not omit embarrassing thoughts.

1. "Mo Murda" by Bone, Thugs N Harmony. Ahh yes, starting out strong. This takes me directly back to February of my junior year college at Miami. I am standing in the living room listening to this, while simultaniously planning on seeing them live that next week with Paul, Elena and maybe Pat. We were really into Bone Thugs that winter in particular for some reason.

2. "The Wild Rover" a traditional Irish drinking song. Actually, this should remind me of the time I spent in Ireland for St. Patrick's Day last year, but instead I think of the "Frasier" episode where Elvis Costello guest stars. The coffee shop that Frasier frequents hired Costello's character to play and this is what he started one of his sets with.

3. "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz. I just had my first "gig" with Thomas for A Cue for a Cure benefit, and we had a kegger at our sophmore apartment. This song came on, and Elena and my mom were trying to dance with it, and my mom was doing some sort of chicken looking thing. It was horrifying. That was also the night that my friend Jimmy offered my dad pot.

4. " Walk Away" by Kelly Clarkson. I once had a dream that I was telling Kelly Clarkson that I liked her music, but if I had to hear "Breakaway" one more time I was going to throw myself from a skyscraper. How dramatic.

5. "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads. I actually heard a cover of this song by the Canadian band, Moxy Fruvous before hearing the origianal. My friend Joanie from Philly would play it every night before we went out and she and Jane would scream the FA FA FA parts.

I know this was boring, but I am pretty sure everyone has the tendency to let their mind wander. Sometimes it's the best part about music.

Slaminky Malargy to you and yours...

Now Playing: "Wonderful World" by Sam Cooke