queer and loathing

Terri Schiavo’s Blog

Terri Schiavo’s Blog

Oh.. My.. Gawd. Too mean. Too funny.

The bag came in…

I just got my Crumpler Wonder Weenie from eBags and so far I’m pretty disappointed. First off, it’s listed in their closeout section as made of The Original Dupont Cordura® Plus, so I figured it was one of the old ones before they started making them out of their mystery material, “Chickentex.” (WTF is that all about, anyway? The information page on their site is basically a joke. ha ha, thanks for useless information!)

For some reason, when the bag is listed as being 17 inches across, I don’t like it when I get it and most of the bag is around 11 or 13 inches accross. The bag is an ok size though, but so far 3 people have commented to me that “it’s not very big.”

The strap buckle has a big nasty crack in it too.

All in all, I’m very upset. I should have went with the Jandd Iniki like I originally planned. Now they’re telling me it might be TWO MONTHS to get my card credited back!! Damn!

Rides home

One of the complications of not having a car and riding my bike everywhere is the rain. The only thing I hate about it is drops of water on my glasses - it makes it completely impossible to ride in the rain if vision is a high priority. Yes, I should probably get a helmet that has a visor, but Im too broke so don’t freak out on me.

The only thing I find amusing is that the same friends who went out of their way to let me know how perfectly-ok it would be for me to ask them for a ride home if I should need suddenly feel the need to give me a 10 minute guilt complex every time I take them up on the offer. Suddenly, if I don’t live on their exact route home I’m “not on the way” and the exchange rate for taking jefferson instead of airline is 8 minutes of hearing how bad traffic is and how this way is so much longer than the other way.

It already feels like a big imposition as it is just by asking, so really, you can just say no. I’ve made my bed if you want to call it that; I’m content to lay in it. I’ve ridden my bike and taken the bus in the rain many times, it’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t tell me it’ll be peaches and cream to get a ride once in a awhile, then dump a tall glass of sour milk on me when I ask. :)