Unlike My Brain.

Check this movie out (In Apple Quick Time Format). Thanks Tiff for the movie!

It’s about 4 MB and will take about one minute to download with a DSL connection.

I’d like to retract yesterday’s post where I mentioned Amy reposting her profile on Match.com. She says she didn’t and I believe her (I mean she didn’t change anything on her profile for 2 years?) and even if she had, I shouldn’t have posted it here. It was none of my business.

I was wrong. (’nuff said)

The executive management at RCS.com has issued a 72-hour gag order on me effective immediately to limit the massive integrity damage that even our world renowned MB.com spokesman could not mend. See everyone in May and thanks for reading.

So I’m talking to Tiff last night about my situation- you know, getting advice from a woman’s point of view. I mentioned that Amy seems to be doing well with the “new her” and casually mentioned that she’s probably back on Match.com (where we met).
Because Match.com is cookie based with very short timeouts, the above link may not work. In that case, enter the following search criteria:

female seeking male
ages 28-29
Located within 5 miles
of 98052

I’ve been had. A brialliant game I must admit. Impressive. See this blog isn’t just a bragging or vanity site. No bitterness. I accept defeat maturely.

And to make it worse, where was I when THIS happened (thanks Tiff)?

A Seattle Times article about some people in my position in Seattle.

South Lake Union looking at downtown

Today was a little better on the bike. Where I didn’t even hit 20 mph yesterday, I averaged 22.6 today. And it’s a good thing too. I was asked rather unplolitely to pull over by a traffic cop on a three wheeled vehicle over by Lake Union. Uh, no. I’m sorry I will not stop sir. I will accelerate faster than your little Big-Wheel Tricycle. At the most, I was going 2 mph over (25 mph zone) and I’m not paying $100 bucks for this. Besides there’s almost zero chance of him catching me especially when I was so near the trail where he couldn’t go.

But about 18 miles later, near Lake Forest Park, they had 3 cops on mountain bikes with radar guns and a car (that I couldn’t see yet) up the road. I blew past the mountain bikers (I hope they didn’t try- but I didn’t look back) and never had a chance to see the car. I absolutely floored it. I mean, heart rate pumping around 195 and I’m breathing lactate (literally). I had about 3/4 of a mile on the raod before I got back to the trail. I made it but barely. What was he gonna do ram me?