not falling down

The LeonardR writes:

“I made a doob-doob (http://www.crummy.com/2002/09/03/1) rendition of Xorph. I’d give you a picture, but I have no way of getting it to you.”

First, that makes me feel bad, since I haven’t updated Xorph in a long, long time. Well, no, first it makes me feel all tingly and flushed, as happens every time someone cool talks about my comic. Second it makes me feel bad. Third: Leonard has made fan art for Xorph; the fan art is made of paper; I have never seen this fan art; I have also never seen most things made of paper. The question this poses, obviously, is are all paper things I haven’t seen actually Xorph fan art?, but I kind of like it better unanswered.

I went running this evening and got completely lost, somehow ending up in the suburbs near some kind of park. I think I could have found my way back, but, with an oxygen-starved brain, I decided it would be easier to loop around and try to find Bardstown again. My route ended up really convoluted, and my copy of One by One had started over by the time I got home; I actually had fun, except for where it was hot and I wanted to die.

(I was going to rip a map from Yahoo and PSP it to comically illustrate my path, until it occurred to me that I had a stalker once, and I’d rather not give out directions to my apartment.)

While we’re on transportation, this evening I was fixin’ me up some brownies when I remembered that the package of mix recommended making a double batch in a 9×13 pan, and that was all I had. So I hopped on my bike and went to the store for another one. I hopped on my bike. And went to the store. I can do that now, because after four years of allowing my (mom’s) old Peugeot to rust in storage sheds, I went and took it to the shop and got it resuscitated and learned about gel-pad saddles.

I’m still very much getting used to it. I know, right, it’s just a bicycle, but the last time I rode one was exactly one trip to Shoe Sensation on Flora’s bike last fall, and the last time before that was in Brazil. (Don’t think it. If anyone could forget, I could.)

I lived, though–I didn’t even work up a sweat, which is astounding to me. I’ve been walking everywhere for long enough that going anywhere in the summer automatically means changing shirts, but this time I just… went. With almost no effort, and only a few death scares. Apparently this “mechanical advantage” thing is more than just jibber-jabber.

It’s still sinking in that I can go places now, do things, make plans. Bake. The brownies finished cooking while I sat here writing this, and they’re all mine, two different kinds of mix and fudge ribbon and chocolate chunks as inspired by the Chicago trip. There’s a lot of chocolate in those monsters. The kind of chocolate you wouldn’t want to trifle with. (Truffle with. Urk!)

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