I just rode from Fairlawn to Topeka Blvd. and back on the Shunga Trail. IIRC, it's about eight miles...

My core is getting stronger and my form is as well and I don't feel like I need ass-pads or gloves. Bike shorts would be helpful though... Plus, I want to get the Captain America or Fantastic Four bike jerseys from Pure Hero.

Over the past two weeks, I've been consumed with the question, who is rock and roll's greatest front man?

What started out as a brief discussion on an internet forum has turned into a deep, almost philosophical question for me. I've been talking about it on the Web, with friends and at work. A number of noteworthy musicians were mention but the answers among these groups only varied slightly. Most agreed that there were about eight to 10 top frontmen that really make the list and of those, only three were arguably the best.

First, you had to consider frontmen or women *only*, and not stars who were backed up by a band. That eliminates otherwise obvious front runners Elvis and James Brown. After weighing and measuring, the top three front men were boiled down to Mic Jagger of the Rolling Stones, Freddie Mecury of Queen and Roger Daltrey of The Who.

Other notables that kept popping are: Dave Grohl, David Lee Roth, Robert Plant, Jim Morrison, Ozzy, Steve Tyler and Bono. The Beatles were left off because of all the talent, Lennon and McCarthy never truly owned the band.

( Winner behind cut )

After riding another 6.5 miles today, I need gloves and ass pads.

Get the image of me in bike pants out of your head.*







*If you want.

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It's a Giant Defy. It was expensive so I'm considering an early birthday gift to myself.

I've already been out riding twice today. I'm amazed at how much easier it is on my body to ride five to ten times further on a bike that it is to run. Plus the wear and tear on my body should be reduced quite a bit. My left knee, ankle, and arch still ache/throb/get stiff often and this should help keep me off the DL.

No one I emailed or texted today returned my messages and I spent all day alone. On the plus side, while walking Watson, a really cute girl said hi to me and made eye contact... I was sweaty from playing disc golf (which made me more self conscience than usual) but I could only muster a hello back. Ego boosted!

Scott sent me a message saying he was interested in buying one of my Warhammer armies so I spent a little time this afternoon getting everything together and taking inventory. My asking price would be enough to cover about half of the camera I want, three-quarters of the bicycle I'm eying, or plane tickets for my vacation.

Also, I found a dollar at Barnes and Nobel.

I bought an old film splicer and three records today at a flea market.

The records are from Dean Martin, Harry Belafonte and Benny Goodman. Now I need to get the record player I've been mulling over for a couple of years now...

When I run errands, especially at night, I like to pretend I'm on a secret mission.

Despite being hyper-allergic to domestic felines, here's my (late) contribution to Ben Rosen's Draw White Cat Day.

I wish I could wear suits everyday like Madmen.

Last night, Beth and I went for frozen drinks at Lazio's. She got some really tart drink (not a drink for tarts but a drink that made you pucker) and I got a chai that tasted a lot like pumpkin pie. We jibberjabbered, then went to a Taco Bell drive-thru and I force fed her a chicken burrito. Next we cruised around Best Buy but didn't buy anything.

Then we sang "Still Alive" from Portal and said goodbye.

Good times.

I went home and played Team Fortress 2 for a while (I'm becoming a beast with the Pryro) and painted before I went to bed.

The automated greeting at McDonald's drive-thru is a little awkward... especially when the real clerk chimed in with the price total.

MCDs must by trying this out in response to their crack staff being unable to speak properly through a crumby sound system.

"A" for effort?

Since we've hit the 110 heat index, it's time for this, once again!

I got into an argument with the guys last night about "our people." I argue that the four of the "fellas" are the same comic book guys that the public despises and rejects. They say they are not.

We went back and forth for a long time about the hows and the whys we're comic book people. I think they're in denial. They say I have low self esteem. I guess I was out voted 3-1.

I'm playing in a Warhammer tournament with my minotaur army and getting my ass kicked. My dice have stunk and one guy had a really cheesed out army that was the worst possible matchup for me.

It's the kind of day that makes me just want to sell it all off. Plus, I've just been in a grumpy mood since waking up.

Yesterday after work I had a cuppa of mud with Beth and tacos afterward (good times btw.)

About 8 p.m., my Crohn's flared up and I wanted to die. Man, that was a bad one. I'm still not right.

I missed a bunch of errors on a proof-read job and I overheard some coworkers talking about it/me. I'm sure I'm going to get canned. I've got no excuse other than I screwed up. I don't know why I haven't been able to focus lately.

I want to scream. I don't know how I could be so stupid.

I didn't sleep very well at all last night. It may have been the storms, it may have been the beer (alcohol always gives me funky dreams) but I didn't get much rest.

First, it started off as the standard, "I'm back in college and working on exam that I'm not prepared for" panic nightmare. I was also trying to complete a questionnaire for extra credit that required finding lots of obscure facts. It was stuff like, find the names of five county commissioners from Harris County and nothing terribly introspective.

Then it kind of segued to this basement where I was looking for some more info for the extra credit sheet. For some reason, it lead me to learning magic. Not the cool, Harry Potter growing singing plants kind of magic, but really dark, morbid magic. To get spells to work, I had to draw blood from rats, cut off fingers and stab an old acquaintance (which was full of terrible details and seemed very realistic.) Then, I figured out how to open magic portals in fireplaces (I guess like Santa Clause?) where I went to this western style cabin in winter. I remember I was on the roof trying to run away from cowboys on horseback who were after me for climbing through their fireplace... I also remember a man or woman with long gray hair teaching me some of the magic...

Damn, it was weird.

This weekend went in and out like a lamb.

*I made new dog sculptures for my parent's birthday and father's day. I need to pack them up and ship them over my lunch hour today.
*Didn't play Warhammer but I did go to the driving range.
*Unloaded about 50 lbs. of comics at the comic book store in exchange for my pull list this week.
*Bought a new "how to" sketch book to help my hand drawing problems and I can already see a big difference.

Um, that's about it.

A kid at the comic book store was trying to buy an adult book from the quarter bin and told me it's ok because he's seen "Sex in the City."

When he left, he shook my hand, like how men are supposed to shake hands after doing business.

Work let us off at 3:45 to celebrate a co-workers birthday- 45 minutes earlier than usual on a Friday!