Practicing.

Anyone in New England knows that these last few weeks have been rough on anyone interested in riding outside. So when I'm not at work, I'm on my trainer catching up on episodes of Dr. Who and the occasional sci fi original movie.

Ive learned to do a number of time wasting things on the trainer. Initially, I tried for a kind of media overload - my living room was a sanity-destroying pachinko parlor of television, black metal and Final Fantasy XIII (the latter being most responsible for sanity loss). Sadly, I noticed that this nerd-NORAD wasnt quite cutting it: omnipresent and unavoidable stimulus eventually becomes background noise (and boring).

So I break down my chamois time into segments: maybe 45 minutes of video games, 20 or 30 minutes on the internet, a few minutes of the news (generally only to get angry about the ten-day forecast), some light reading, a song or two off A Sun That Never Sets, then maybe more internet.

Just wait till I get on that rollercam business. Ive got some really good looking outfits to show you guys. RTK5000 may have a legitimate gay chicken challenge on his hands.

And for a truly up-to-the-minute update: my dog has a mean case of the farts.

Guilty