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I think at one point I commemorated post number 100 or something on this blog.

But given that both anniversaries and the odometric rollovers of our base-10 number system are a bit arbitrary, today we are commemorating post 553.

I'm just glad for a little sun, some good days to ride, slowly returning fitness, and all the other various blessings of a comfy middle-class life.

The comical tandem now has far more sensible gearing. Ratios other than the lowest one may now be usable.

Ever wanted a peek behind the scenes at Wired Cola LLC, where all the magic happens?

I didn't think so.

However, you may accidentally get one fairly soon. I may soon make some changes to this site which will be fun for me, and hopefully fun for all 28 of you. If you've ever heard of Drupal, you have an idea of where I'm going.

I somehow managed to see Pan's Labyrinth in theatres, followed a few weeks later by the DVD of Borat.

Borat you surely know about. I found it a mostly uncomfortable experience.

No, seriously. I'm looking for a DVD player (presumably software, but hardware is interesting too) that can take a commercial DVD and a list of time/cut/scene cues for that DVD, and playback your customized cut of that DVD.

Yes, this would exactly be an open version of the ClearPlay concept.

Video editing types will recognize this as a reinvention of the Edit Decision List (EDL).

So here I am, after half a week off work for a stupid cough-cold annoyance. No bike racing this weekend, because of a stupid cough-cold thing. No computer, because I am making a desperate last-ditch effort to revive its screen. and I'm falling behind on virtually everything.

Enough. Don't read this grumpy post. Go back and look at Guido the tandem instead.

That's the only explanation:

But it's cute!

New goal: be more productive.

You know what I did this morning? A bike race. That felt so good.

Never mind that I started out by crashing my bike before I even left my house (this sets a new record) by doing a clumsy brake test. Note to self: the brakes on your non-race-bikes, relatively speaking, suck.

Never mind that I finished a minute behind the main pack, which finished not too far behind the five escapees. That was totally my choice not to contest the sprint!