Pick me! Or not. …

Housekeeping! (knock knock knock) Housekeeping!

Ho, ho. USA Cycling would like it known far and wide that four who served the Dark Lord on U.S. Postal/Discovery asked pretty please could they be removed from consideration for sentencing to the U.S. team bound for LimeyLand and the 2012 Watney’s Red Barrel Memorial Olympic Hide and Seek.

And who can blame them? My paternal granda fled the English for Canada and then the Benighted States, and none of his descendants has exactly been in a hurry to retrace his flight in bass-ackward fashion.

I don’t even have a passport, as if that would make any difference in my travel plans. I can’t even manage to get out of this fucking town, much less the country, both of which would probably be happy to see me go, if only for a little while so they could catch their breath.

I don’t suppose this has anything to do with Texus Maximus getting his Band-Aided triathlon titties sucked up into USADA’s wringer. Naw. Y’think? Naw.

Meanwhile, the furnishing of the Robert A. Heinlein Memorial Crooked House® continues apace. After locating a bargain queen-size bed on Craiglist Herself surfed today’s Old North End garage sale and came up with a stylin’ Ethan Allen Mission-style frame, plus some bedding and towels that look better than similar items that we use our own bad selves. I contributed, too, shifting an espresso machine, a bean grinder and some other kitchenware across the way between paying chores.

Sheeeeeee-yit. If we just installed a bimbo with a taste for the bizarre over there we’d have the mortgage covered before you could say, “Hel-lo, sailor.”

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12 Responses to “Pick me! Or not. …”

  1. Jeff Cozad Says:

    What’s the secret word for tonight?

  2. Libby Says:

    Nice score with the bedroom furniture.
    But what’s with the Crooked House? A new acquisition or a refurbishment of your second house? Have you gone to great lengths to move the litter box out of your office and acquire another toilet by buying an entire house? You said you were busy but you never said you were coy!
    Of course, there’s always this: I’m dull-witted!
    So did I see your byline at Velonews? I thought I did then I couldn’t find it again?
    I promise you I’m not drinking!

    And this: I watched “Y Tu Mama Tambien” on tv last week. I’ve seen it before in the theater and tv but didn’t know that “Watermelon in Easter Hay” is played over the credits. Beautiful and sad and full of longing it really packs a huge wallop to the devastating ending that gets me every time.

  3. Sharon Says:

    Are you all opening a BNB? Interesting picture imaging you serving warm muffins to Mr and Mrs from Sun City and making small talk. That would be worth the price of admission – – would there be some way to tape it and post?

  4. Steve O Says:

    Count me amongst the corn- fused. Is next door rental space or a hostile take-over in pursuit of cat poop odor-free dining? Did you make your former neighbors an offer they couldn’t refuse?

  5. Debby Says:

    Is this going to be a short term rental or B&B? If so I might be interested. Living in The Middle Of Nowhere, I have occasional need to visit the big city and would appreciate a friendly place to stay.

    • Steve O Says:

      O’G doesn’t brag much about his breakfasts. But if he’s running a Bed and Dinner (with appropriately matched adult beverages), you’re going to have to fight me to the front of the line.

  6. Khal Spencer Says:

    I like O’Grady’s idea: B&B = Bed and Bimbo (preference in bimbo up to the guest)

  7. Patrick O'Grady Says:

    To everyone who’s inquired about the thinking (or lack thereof) behind the Robert A. Heinlein Memorial Crooked House®, stand by for a post on same, upcoming directly.

  8. sharon Says:

    OK standing down as we await further instructions. But it is fun to speculate. Maybe an old folks home for world-class cyclists that lost all their booty to ill-gotten gains.

  9. weaksides (@weaksides) Says:

    Ha….but isn’t speculation so much more fun than reality- more often than not at least?

    O’g…if the RAHMCH is open to guests, and booze, bullets, and/or danger are involved…I’m still in, even if I’m on the other side of the continent. Have touring bike…will load and travel. I just need time.

    Keep in mind my flask ride yesterday involved a mostly toothless Harley guy fishtailing said Harley after I gave him a friendly FU salute. Dude was ready to “play” in his parlance. I passed, rode on, and all remained well the rest of the day. Still…I’m just sayin.

  10. art Says:

    Meanwhile Chris Horner, for whom there was suddenly room on the Shack Tour squad after he loudly proclaimed that there’s never ever been doping in cycling, finally made the Olympic squad despite pinning a number on all of twice in the last year. It makes me wonder if the others were talked out of the show not for their associations, but rather their testimonies.

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