If only Macguyver had ever eaten scat

Desperate for something to write about I resolved to ride my into town (with trailer in tow) and get a bag of grain for our chickens. According to the man at the mill who loaded the grain on my bike trailer, that was a first for him. I'm now famous.

Speaking of fame, my blog post The joys of eating Scat is still one of my most famous currently in fourth place as judged by number of pageviews as counted in the "stats" part of the blog (supplied by Blogger). Part of the stats show how people got to my blog: what words they used to search with (a blatent end of sentence preposition. The Jonases would be appalled). Though it doesn't tell the exact page that was hit, according to Blogger a search for the words "scat eat" resulted in a hit. I hope they were trying to get to this blog. And if they weren't they've got issues.

Looking at the stats of this blog is interesting. For example in the last week this blog has had three hits from Puerto Rico. I've had at least one from Papua New Guinea. Don't get me wrong, those hits are great, and I definitely appreciate them. I must say that they're a bit unexpected though.

As you have probably gathered by now I have almost nothing to write about and am pretty much just pulling stuff out of my ass and writing about it here.

This reminds me of Tug-or-war (think "pulling" and if you don't then it could be kinda a gross connection between the two) which can be seen here in pretty much the awesomest way imaginable. Awesome in the kind of way that makes you want to go right out and buy a new set of tires while burning as much fuel as possible while using a big expensive machine in almost totally pointless ways. But they left cool tire tracks and that alone is worth the expense...just ask the woman whose voice we hear at the end of the video.

I heard these guys were impressed:



The truck tug-of-war seems pointless and silly kinda like this picture of an outdoor hockey rink taken in August:



Now since I mentioned silly, here's a picture of me in the DDD winter race once I got to Dyersville and after I had walked 30 of the 40 miles to get there. This picture fairly accurately tells the tale. And the "Runners" number is ironic considering that I just spent the better part of 12 hours getting here mostly on foot. However it does not capture my feeling at that point that if I ever have to push a fucking bike again I will do my best to gnaw the bike frame apart with my teeth and/or tear it apart at the welds with my Jedi skills and a sawzall.


In case you are wondering why on earth I would keep on going just watch this music video by Macguyver (I think they look similar anyway. And when I watched the video I knew it was blog-worthy by the Star Wars-type music).