Silver Fury

So normally when i'm driving my Hyundai Accent, I like to go fast. Well, maybe only as fast as I can go without creating too many legal issues. Really the car isn't all that fast to begin with so that alone limits those legal issues. It used to be that I would gladly pass anyone that was, incomprehensibly I might add, not blatantly ignoring the speed limit. But, ever since gas went up to $1.45/L back in '008, I have a better appreciation for the speed limit. It is amazing how fuel-efficient my car is at 80km/hr. I must admit, I still like to go fast, but now when I come up behind some misguided driver concerned with safety or functionality over fun and thrill-seeking, I just follow them. I mean I have patience. I think it might even be a virtue,.. but actually I'm just cheap.

At the speed of late

Well, today I had class at 8am. I biked to school and was arriving in good time. It was cold but an exceptionally fast ride, the ground being dry and the street lights cooperating. The sunrise was also pretty nice. Personally I think sunrises are much more beautiful than sunsets, but they're so friggin hard to get up for. Something about crispiness.
Anyways. Pop quiz hotshot, you get to school and realized you left your bike lock at home. This happens occasionally. So I shot the hostage.

Speed rebuff

Oh man. One summer of customer service type work and my non-eyecontact skills have gone down the drain. As I walk to and from school I often get strangers saying hi to me because I obviously didn't look antisocial enough. Then I'm all befuddled and stumble out some greeting. Luckily I've got my bike now so I'm going too fast to have a care in the world.

Super slide

So today as I walked to school, there were many quite glossy surfaces of ice, seeing as yesterday and the day before were pretty warm, and all melty and such. Usually when encountered with such wonderful patches of ice, I run to gather up some speed and try to slide as far as possible. I saw a lady walking quite precariously on a snowbank just to avoid the ice, and thought: 'that's no fun'. Then I was thinking, generally, I don't see many people who run and slide on my walking commute to school. I suppose I can't blame them. Admittedly, when I fall down on occasion it's not so pleasant.

Speed reader

Well the results of the Keanu Reeves movie poll are in. I'm really not surprised at the results. The Matrix movies are an excellent exercise in philosophical thought. I feel I must stress the virtues of Speed though. A classic tale of the struggle between good v. bad, personal sacrifice, a wealth of little catch-phrases, plus Sandra Bullock is a babe. Bill and Ted's is also a classic, and not merely because Napoleon is in it. I also now have an inability to say sok-ruh-teez, having burned sok-reyts into my vocabulary.

Super bike

When I bike to school I have two speeds. Fast and stop. It's almost all downhill. If I pedal super hard I can pass cars. On the way back it's almost all uphill I have slow and stop.


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OOOHHH man. I was gonna have a wicked movie with this, but my camera batteries died.

Ruminations on Speed

Nah, i'm not trippin' balls, but I have been thinking about the movie again. Jack Traven is our hero, protagonist, main guy, A1#1. And he wears the most practical vest ever. Then we have Howard Payne, antagonist, jerk extraordinaire. But really Payne is Jack, only 30 years later. He's the bad guy, so they say he's 'evil', a 'madman'. But really, disillusionment is the real bad guy. Jack just got older, a wild-man, taking risks for a job he once believed in, but one year he wakes up and he's 65. Something's missing. He's never been able to commit to anything in his life but his job and the thrill is gone, he's pushing paper, and then they tell him to go home. A gold watch. A tiny pension. If only there was some way to get that thrill back, and get rich too. Well...Admittedly, things blowing up is cool.

Philosophy of Speed

When i'm on the lower end of the sine curve that is my mania, I have this philosophy that life is like the movie Speed. We're all on this bus that we can't stop with the world going by. Sure enough we all know if we slow down we're doomed. I'm the touristy guy in this fantasy. Maybe I just want to be Ferris Bueller's best friend, but instead of a red wings jersey I'm wearing a leafs one. Nevertheless, I'm the guy the pretty lady has to pretend she's got gum on her seat, GUM!, to get away from. It's not my fault I grew up in Wyoming, or somewhere, and my social skills suck.
But soon Jack Traven will jump aboard and save us all, then later decapitate Dennis Hopper. All will be well.