…blurting out inappropriate things in front of the neighbors.

(awesome)

Last night I spent about half an hour clicking over and over again on the random proverb remixes at http://www.neonwinter.com/sayings/ … It was a lot of fun. Here are the best returns from this foray into capricious randomnocity (organized into categories for convenience):

Made Me Giggle:
You, no gain. (D’oh!)
His bark is worse than your face.
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw a cat.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with some eggs. (pretty much anything with “some eggs” makes me laugh)
Ignorance is boys.
Where there’s smoke there’s you.
Your face will inherit the earth. (this sounds like a bit of a veiled threat)
Two in the bush is a friend indeed. (perhaps this one is about camping…?)
Neccessity is the mother of sorry. (it totally is!)
Every man has small packages. (Really, pretty obvious)
His tools gather no moss. (funnier with the “s” moved to the end of “gather”)
The grass is always greener on your face.

Makes Ya Think:
A cat may look at blood.
Kill two birds with what you eat.
No news is power.
Beauty is nine tenths of the law.
A rolling stone gathers a free lunch.

Reasonable Assertions:
Familiarity breeds knowledge. (Some of my students could stand to grok this)
Power makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. (well, maybe “wise”)
No man is a cat.
Some eggs are better than one.
Laughter is fun.
Hell hath no fury like boils. (I’ve never had one, but this sounds accurate)
Drink favours the bold.
A penny saved is a penny saved.

Classical Studies:
Rome never strikes twice in the same place. (I think this is my favorite!)
A journey of a thousand miles begins with beauty.
Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved rome.

Wise:
Virtue is the earth.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw honesty.
Try again begins with one step.
Pride is the root of all evil. (The late Ezra T. Benson would approve)
There’s no use crying over a woman.

Strangely Wise:
A silver lining spoils the broth.
Necessity is the mother of home.
There’s no such thing as beauty.
There’s no use crying over valour.
Laughter is next to godliness.
Children should be seen, not perfect.
The road to hell is paved with those who wait.
Ignorance travels fast.
Two is company; three is two wrongs. (so… one is no wrongs?)
The law breeds contempt.
Ignorance is valour.
There are two sides to bliss.
Clothes make the law. (especially powdered wigs or suits from expensive tailors)
Many hands make blood.

So I finally got off my butt and took a real bike ride. I went up the mountain to the Fortino’s in Ancaster and back, on Brad’s bike, Bella. Bike: light and fast. Me: not so much. I can’t keep up with those fast Italian women. Who am I kidding? I did pass a couple of commuters on the way up the hill, but overall, it was a hard climb. I was inching along. By the top, my lungs and legs were asking me for severance pay.

Going up was an ordeal. Coming back down was an adventure. First, I got passed, before the serious descent, by a guy on a Trek mountain bike. With knobbies. Sheesh. Then, I got passed by a couple more people, but they were on expensive road bikes. At the light just before the Rousseaux St. intersection, the right-hand lane was turn-only, so I politely placed myself between lanes, on the right of the going-straight lane. When the light changed, a guy in a Buick or something on my right decided he was going to go straight instead of right (as he ought), and cut in front of the guy on my left, and very nearly hit me (which would have smacked me into the middle of a fairly busy street). Excuse me, can you tell me where your lane is at… a**hole?!

At the Rousseaux St. intersection, some lady raced in front of the oncoming lanes to turn left, a few seconds after our light turned green to go straight. There was honking, and some yelling on my part. And more honking as she nearly hit another car on Rousseaux St.

The hill was fun. Single speed = my feet can’t go fast enough. I coasted a lot, and passed the time exercising my perceptual-motor system and telling myself I can totally trust Brad’s bicycle maintenance habits. That’s interesting. That engages your attention. I can’t imagine fixed-gear on something like that hill.

Now I’m home, my knee is on ice, the cat is being homicidally entertained by random inanimate objects, and Alex is at Mac, rehearsing for her play. Cool breeze from the window, the light is starting to get golden, and there are lawnmowers growling pleasantly in the neighborhood. Nope, I still don’t miss Winter. Give it another few years.

::headdesk::

So, um, this crossposting plugin has been keeping my posts from my blog from appearing on other people’s “friends” pages. I think I fixed it, but I’m not sure. If you see this post, can you make a token comment to let me know you see it? I don’t know if I fixed the code or not.

Oh, and the pic was of some random girl in the SBS building, passed out in the afternoon a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know why I love the sight of people sleeping on campus, but I do. I really do. I always smile or giggle. Shoot, this picture is even making me do it.

Last Saturday I acquired (for better or worse) this Centurion Cavaletto for $40: Continue reading →