Wired Cola

I was digging through the archives of my own site for something else, when I came across this bit of fluff from three years ago:

Hm. Look at this:

And what is that:

That thing sure is black, whatever it is.

So I'm opening a new box of Glad® Cling Wrap and taking note of its interesting and comprehensive features as I do.

A teeny tiny cyclocross bike. My own, rather larger cyclocross bike will now need building.

Aside from the process of finding a suitable rigid fork for the front of the bike (canti posts plus the right size of steer tube), converting this 20" wheeled "mountain bike" to a road machine was not that hard.

So, as we established about a month ago, I'll buy anything.

But after a month, I finally understand what it is I've bought!

Because I don't want to tell tales out of school, of the "co-worker X is such a jerk" variety, or whatnot. But this anecdote shall be told because the only person who looks like a jerk is me, and virtually all my co-workers heard it firsthand.

At a meeting today, while discussing the relative merits of two user interfaces, I described the debate as akin to arguing over "the tastiest part of a booger."

The next performance review should be awesome!