In Ur Citee, Dringkin Ur Rum

Being away from Philly only made me like it more. I only had a week there, and spent most of it running between different groups of friends and family. I hope to visit again, as soon as I save enough vacation time.

I finally posted my ninja on a for sale mailing list at work. The first reply came roughly ten seconds later, followed by others. Sounds like Katie is going to a good home. In fact, there is kind of an informal waiting list for her. Makes me happy. I like the idea that she is going off to someone (who happens to have a Ninja 250 engine lying around for some reason) much more than getting chopped up for parts. This fact is somehow making it easier to let her go.

I should be on to my next bike already, but flight lessons and car payments and other projects are getting in the way. Like for work I am researching how graphics can best represent large sets of data. Which really means I am just reading The Visual Display of Quantitative Information, and making a slideshow based solely on that book and stuff I make up. I also wanted to learn Texas Hold'em and go to Vegas and play. And, as with the flying (where the goal is to fly a tiny plane from Seattle to Philly, making stops in cities as necessary to possibly grab lunch with female facebook friends), I came up with a ridiculous poker goal: being able to pay for the hotel and everything in Vegas from your poker winnings. I don't know how long it will take to get that skillful. Probably a while.

The amount of people that know my name at various restaurants is getting out of hand. The people at the sandwich stop know my name somehow. I don't even know how. Most of the time I just order a sandwich (or soup!) from the internet, and then go pick up my food without really interacting with them. However, when I go and order in person my name is on the little sandwich ticket without them asking. So thats scary. Some of the girls at Starbucks are cute. And I'm still after that girl that works for my apartment building. I really can't tell if she's interested or not. You see I always seems to be wrong about whether or not a girl is interested. Either I think she is, and she's not, or I think she wants to be friends, and she's in love with me...wait, here, I diagrammed it:


Thats about right. I was going to write more here, but it took too long to make that graph.