A northern monologue
Camille Paglia totally bugs me! I refuse to read her because she puts my heart rate up way too high!
Camilletachycardia. A serious condition. What brought it on?
Check out Tracy Hamon's post. I was in on that quinzee.
Dude, you're crazy! Biking in the snow is one thing, but biking while reading? You just need a cell phone and a slice of pizza and you'd be death on wheels!
Meh. That whole multitasking urban commuter thing isn't for me, but I can see me sitting on a snowbank eating pizza, ravens circling above. Yeh. Sounds like a picnic to me. I'm dying for pizza.
Don't worry, B. You'll get a pizza joint out there one day. I hear the they've almost laid train tracks all the way to Regina.G
Well golly. Thanks for the heads up, G. Maybe I should dump my Covered Wagons Inc. shares.
Ariel! How's Utah? I suppose that "Heh heh" is the only souvenir I'll be getting from you.
That...and an obscene gesture.(Utah is pretty nifty, though as far as I can tell, it's all under development. You can't head towards a canyon or cliff without having to detour around a 'golf community...')(That said, we hiked into lava caves yesterday and across flash-flood-prone waterfalls the day before...)
Thanks, A. That's so, uh, thoughtful.Keep the flash-flood-prone bit in mind. A few months down the road it will take on a whole new meaning... :)
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