Why I like my bike better than my car

Car: runs on a nonrenewable, polluting resource that comes from politically sensitive areas.
Bike: runs on cheeseburgers and milkshakes.

Car: total repair cost $2000 since I've owned it.
Bike: total repair cost $20 since I've owned it. [Okay, if you count the bike wrench & tire levers, etc., you might push it up to $100. And I need to have my derailleur adjusted and my wheel trued. But I've never paid to have it serviced].

Car: has no air-conditioning.
Bike: has built-in air-conditioning. It's called the wind.

Car: makes me go "Argh!"
Bike: makes me go "Whee!"

Yet I still don't think I could make it work biking to/from work. I can't see how I could leave work at 8:30, bike seven or eight miles, haul the bike downstairs, put it up on the rack, and still have energy to make supper, never mind shower.

Randomosity

In light of my General Theory of LOLCAT, which states that the more erudite the parodied source, the more amusing the LOLCAT version is, I give you T.S. Eliot. Who, of course, does have a history of putting cats and poetry together.

Yesterday I advanced the theory that since I had already had my Bad Day of the month, the rest of the month was guaranteed to be awesome. I'm not sure if that's true, but I did have some pleasant surprises today. The guy who wanted "The New World Order" by Orson Welles was so polite when I told him that I could find no such book in any catalog. It wasn't my fault, he said; the library was located inside an information blackout zone. Fair 'nuff.

The thing I like about preschoolers is that sometimes they give you hugs.

The thing I like about elementary-school kids is that sometimes you can make them fall over laughing with a really dumb joke.

(What's red, white, blue, and green?
A patriotic pickle.)