Death comes easy in Tweed

I feel pretty sick right now… Nothing that won't pass in a few hours though. Let me warn you: drinking 25+ cups of coffee (ok, crazy-strong tea in my case) and then eating six large raw carrots for breakfast is hard on the gulliver!

Yesterday a guy on a motorcycle came tearing over the hill in front of the house. The wind had blown over the “warning: giant pothole ahead” sign — maybe I should feel bad that I didn't do my civic duty and fix it when I noticed it… Anyway, he hit the pothole on his bike at full speed and, after a brief airborne period, his body got impaled on the rail fence that lines the side of the street. He's dead now.

I'd post a picture, but my description above is I'm sure in bad enough taste already.

Though boys throw stones at frogs in sport, the frogs do not die in sport, but in earnest.

- Bion, from Plutarch, Water and Land Animals

Anyway, today I'm finally going to re-write the tongue splitting FAQ… Something I should have done a long, long time ago. When it's done later I'll post it here, and then maybe someone can post it to RAB for me as well to archive it in those systems (I don't have proper USENET access from here).

Other than that I'm cleaning the barn and perhaps expecting guests… Construction of the skate barn should start either this weekend or next week depending on the weather… After cleaning though my first priority is getting a good stereo system set up out there!

Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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