omg, Whose Live Anyway was hilarious. They said they hadn’t been here in 2-3 years, so it may be a while before they come back. If they do, don’t miss it. Five stars.

Made a trip to the dump and threw out my super nintendo… including all my Super Bomberman paraphernalia were in a tupperware bin that the cats had secretly been using as a litter box since we moved here. If I had used in the last year or so it would have been sadder, but that made it easier. Another life I suppose.

Speaking of new lives, while at the dump Tori spotted another Schwinn frame in the metal pile. I grabbed it and an aluminum 700cc front wheel. There’s a sign about not removing anything from the pile but nobody said anything. This is another World Sport, almost identical to the one I’m rebuilding now. It’s another 58cm, I could not see any difference offhand other than that it’s an ’82 instead of a ’79.

I did the last coat of primer on the ’79 tonight. It’s too late to go out and run the compressor again to try a coat of paint, but I think I’ve got the spray gun figured out now. So now maybe I can start making some progress. Admittedly working with a cast makes it harder to motivate myself to go out to the garage and do things, but it’s not all that bad once you get out there.

The wrist hurts a little today. I don’t think I’ve taken any Ibupofen and I’ve sort of been wrenching on it. I think Thursday I’m going to ask for a short arm fiberglass cast.

What a busy week. Today is the first time in ages I’ve been at home with a chance to sit down. I’ve been spending the morning unpacking and putting things away from last weekends camping trip. When I got back I was really tired. Monday I don’t even remember.

Tuesday I went on a .83 ride. After we left the UD and headed for Georgetown the group got split in to and those of us in the back stuck behind to help a new person with some mechanical problems. Once downtown, one person in our group decided we were going a certain way. I don’t know him, so I don’t know if he was drunk, caught up in wanting to be right, or just an ass, but it was frusting. He wanted to take fifth, and I complained about going up the hills just to come down them again. So we took third, which has terrible lights as it’s the two way street stuck between two one way streets. I wanted to take second, which is one way southbound with timed lights.

In the end I didn’t really give a fuck which way we went, but he was being an ass, which frustrated me. When we got through downtown he wanted to take Airport Way all the way to Georgetown. With my arm, and the speed of/assholeness of traffic on Airport Way, plus already being frustrated it wasn’t looking good. I asked if we were going to take Airport Way all the way to Georgetown and he snapped back about not having to ride with the group. So I didn’t and took the trail and 6th. It was for the best as it is a much nicer ride, especially for my condition, and gave me a chance to get over my frustration with his attitude.

Once at the 9lb Hammer, things were great. Most the group left headed for the Fremont firepit. There was no way I was riding up to Fremont and back that late with my arm casted. Fortunately a few others stayed behind and Tori had come out so we had our own group. I don’t know when we left the bar, but I stayed up most of the night watching Kids In The Hall with Monica. So all ended well, but Wednesday was a drag without sleep.

I had a bunch of social plans on the hill Wednesday night, and it was raining so I left the bike in the garage at work and took the bus. Oh, ye bus. It’s been so long. I bailed on a party, and went down to Metrix for Hacknight, having not seen Matt for quite a while. When trying to peel myself out of there to go get some sleep, he talked me into going to the Redwood. After a double there, I managed to head out to get some sleep.

I think I didn’t make it home until last night though. I haven’t biked since Wednesday morning either. The week’s been awesome, but I’ve been pretty tired through most of it. Work’s been going on easy on me, with the hand and all, which has helped. I came home last night rather than going out to take it easy. Tori and I had dinner and caught Burn After Reading which was super slow and really only saved by two awesome characters.

Tonight I’m off to catch Whose Live Anyway at The Moore with Monica. It’s a bunch of the guys from Whose Line is it Anyway? doing improv. Interestingly, it’s billed as Ryan Stiles, Greg Proops, Chip Esten and Jeff Davis meanwhile Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood have their own show tonight in Tacoma. Side note, somehow I’m the only Ryan Stiles fan in Seattle. He lives here. How is that possible? You kids need to watch more TV or something.

Some food is in order. And maybe some more picking up before I’ve gotta get uptown.

I broke the scaphod in my left wrist last week. The next day I got a long arm cast with a thumb spica. The cast has been deteriorating, as it’s an older style plaster cast rather than fiberglass and the water has been getting to it while outdoors, as well as my high level of activity. Originally I questioned the cast needing to be full, as it makes typing pretty difficult. Since the the cast has stretched so that I can type, but I feel a dull pain in my wrist when I do, and I worry that the position isn’t doing my wrist any good.

The thumb spica was in pretty bad shape so I used the serrated blade in the leatherman to cut the plaster then some scissors to remove the padding. Does Thumb Immobilization Contribute to Scaphoid Fracture Stability? (March 2008) concludes:

There was no significant difference in fracture angulation or rotation between spica and short arm casts.

I’m still waiting on deciding if I want to cut off the long arm portion of the cast or now. You can’t get the full copy of Current Concepts in the Treatment of Scaphoid Fractures (April 2004) without paying but it says:

Conservative therapy should be reserved to fracture types, which are stable and heal reliably in the lower-arm plaster cast within 6 weeks.

Opinions here still lean towards long arm casts. Studies do seem to indicate that initial time spent in a long arm cast is beneficial.

So I realize I didn’t write about the actual accident. Thursday I was on a .83 ride and as we turned left on Rainer or MLK or somwhere, I started moving to the left lane. The lanes were uneven (seperate concrete pours) and when I hit the lip I fell over to the left. I was probably going 20mph or so and fell on my left side. Very small elbow fracture, decent scaphoid fracture in the wrist, a little road rash but I had a helmet on and rolled onto my chrome bag, which protected me pretty well. Although it took some damage.

This is a test to see how well I can function typing with the left arm casted. I atretched the cast a bit this weekend I think, but I’m not sure that position does it any good because of the elbow cast I tend to try to twist the wrist to make up. Perhaps it’s time to learn something like one handed dvorak.

So I broke my Scaphoid in my left wrist on Thursday and got it casted on Friday. I still went camping on the Suaittle River with Point 83 over the weekend though. The arm wasn’t that sore, although I did keep taking ibuprofen. The rest of my body was pretty sore from all the muscles I was using to hold up my torso since I couldn’t do it with my arms.

I think it was about 60 miles all together, which gave me some relaxing time to enjoy the scenery, chat, and think. I’ve almost covinced myself that small talk can be interesting and nice, as long as the person you’re talking to is. Previously I amounted small talk to discussing the weather while awkwardly waiting for someone else to intervene. I’ve been thinking and practicing keeping my emotions in check and filtered. I know I usually tell people that they should feel free and comfortable being open with me, so that makes me a bit of a hypocrite. But overall I think the brutality of my own emotions affects those who haven’t grown accustomed to me too much, and perhaps may therefore be for the best.

I should be getting to work. Having one arm is no excuse for sitting around at home being emo.

http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/topic.cfm?topic=A00012

Ow.

Well, I went a year without breaking anything.

A day at home, mucking about with VPN issues for work waiting for UPS to deliver mom’s packages. She’s moving to Seattle at the end of the month. I can appreciate needing the time off.

hey Bryan, i’m sort of seeing someone, and sort of just feeling out of the game right now. i also sort of always date older guys. but thanks for the note. i really do appreciate it.

I nervously scanned my sent-email for the part where I had said, “hey babe, you’re hot. let’s do it”. Or not. But I was a little surprised. I had emailed this girl with my standard banter, somethings in her profile got me thinking and I started a conversation. There was a question in there that went unanswered. You can’t judge strangers though. You know nothing about them, or their circumstances.

The ‘older guys’ comment was interesting too; three years difference. Of course, she’s certainly entitled to want whatever she does. But a poll or chart of some kind would be interesting. I’ve been chatting a bit with another girl, five years older, who based on a journal entry does maintain some kind of statistics:

Since 8/24/08, the following people have initiated contact with me:
M <<btmspox>> – very cool guy so far
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People are so unique and different. Today was uneventful, and I spent a lot of time hitting my head against a wall, to no avail, but somehow I feel good about it. And perhaps thus, I’m glad people are different. Fears of ageism are long since gone from my soul. These days people tend to assume I’m older rather than younger. I prefer that, probably from the ordeals I went through dealing with age when I was younger. These days I’m much more interested in experiences and maturity than age. Wait, wasn’t I always? Perhaps. Although, perhaps I’m slightly succumbing finally to feeling that people my age or younger haven’t put themselves through enough yet to have much wisdom to work with. Yup, I’m a bastard.

If people are really complex systems, why I do enjoy solving problems with other types of systems, yet am only curious when it comes to people? I’m a believer in the “you can’t fix people” mentality, while you can fix other systems. Is that it? I don’t recall working through that logic, although I’m the last to not have faith in the subconscious.

I had a chat with Denny today about Maria and Maine and the lot. That was good. I feel it’s tough to find anyone who knows about the past there, or at least enough that I’m not constantly filling in back stories, and isn’t super judgmental.

I did get to use a comment that I’ve been laughing with myself about for a while now though:

My mom is actually moving from Maine this month to move in with me. I feel like I should be able to produce more funny jokes from that than I have thus far. I’m waiting for her to get here to add, “My mom still lives with me. She’s a good kid though” to my profile. She is a good kid though, she just needs a break.

I need to read a bit before going to sleep. Bicycle camping this weekend.

Apparently, the wheelset and rubber came in for the new bike today. I thought it was supposed to, but Tori didn’t see UPS. I checked the tracking though and it was delivered, so I went outside and found where they hid it.I didn’t have time to sand and do the final primer coat today. Ginger needed a tail taking her motorcycle to a friends and I ended up taking the rest of her stuff to her house as well. Tori came along and when all was said and done we ended up at Green Leaf for dinner.

Apparently Jacob emailed Ginger about a post burning man hot tub party or some thing. I doubt he knows we broke up, as Ken hasn’t been in town much. I have other plans, but I’m not sure I’d be down with that. Ever get the feeling you’re the only one that feels lastingly hurt and lost after breakups, regardless of who’s decision it was? I’d like to not care. I’d really like to be fine with not being in a relationship. I can’t shake that longing for connecting with someone though. I’m really not sure what to do about that. Another night of wishing I could cut out my feelings organ, because it’s just a whiny bitch.

Scott has a post up today with a lot about Thursday’s 9/11 Freedom Fry Ride. Most importantly, there’s a youtube link to the singing of the star spangled banner at Red Robin. Check it out.

I had dreams last night. That I don’t recall having dreams recently is interesting. I don’t usually remember them, but I feel a weird sense of confusion not being sure if I’m recalling a past event or merely dreams.

I was thinking this morning about “wearing my heart on my sleeve” and having strong emotions. Peoples reactions to it have varied, as one would expect with how different they are. Generally, it’s too strong for people. I would have a hard time definitively naming a situation that my feelings weren’t a siginifcant catalyst. Saying that kind of feels like I’m blurring out the point. Sometimes it makes people not hang out with me. It would be difficult to be sure that they didn’t hang out with me simply because they think I’m a bore. But I’ve asked this question and confirmed in the past that they thought I liked them, and I inferred that they didn’t know how or didn’t want to deal with that in a communicable fashion. Most, if not all, of the people I have dated and commented on feeling that I was the one that made things move fast. Alright, my fault. It’s those gosh durn feelings again.

So being single again, what am I to do with that? Something about twelve steps, and punching god in the face.