Old people sleeping on moving objects

I just don’t understand the sleeping powers of the aged, especially in cramped quarters on buses and airplanes where space is limited and comfort ever evasive.

Not quite a moving object, but you get the idea. Pic from loungerie on Flickr.

That whole head-hunched-over-hovering-somewhere-between-belly-button-and-shoulders position is astonishing.

The mere fact that their abdominals buck up to hold them in that position and that they don’t inadvertently block their airway defies logic on numerous levels.

To the old people out there seeking sleep by whatever means necessary: I salute you!

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Craigslist

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First class

The first classers on my relatively short flight last week likely paid six times as much as I did so that they could get a banana and a bowl of Corn Flakes. To me, that’s just not worth it.

Now, if first class seating meant I got to wipe my butt with two-ply toilet paper, I’d be all for it.

Impressive, but how thick is the toilet paper? Thanks to Richard Moross on Flickr.

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Boulder Hash Run a great success

Pic from Sam on Flickr at Oskary5.

After careful consideration, I have arrived at the conclusion that there’s only one possible art form that can wholly capture the fun of Laura, Brittney and Andrea’s Hash Run: A limerick.

Through much of Boulder we ran,
Following the hares’ dastardly plan.
A photog took pics,
As we ran ‘midst his clicks,
Though we didn’t see Todd or his van.

See we started at Connor O’Neils.
Then ran cross some streets and through fields.
We drank beer in the middle,
And after solving the hares’ riddle,
We ate ice cream sundaes with zeal.

If you need more pics, check out Sam’s photostream.

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Back in Boulder

So the first bike ride since returning to Boulder went pretty well.

I mean, the rain I ran into wasn’t great.

And the hail was a little irritating.

The wind (and all of the little bits of rock and grit it carried with it) was pretty strong, but it didn’t knock me over.

The thunder that reverberated through the sky was a little scary.

And then the smoke that I rode through coming from the fire that was caused by the lightning that struck only a few feet from the road–that probably wasn’t my favorite part of the ride.

But all in all, not bad.

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