Thursday, November 03, 2005

Away, but not AWOL

I just wanted to take a quick moment to explain my temporary leave of absence.

I am in the midst of final preparations for Team Angry Monkey’s polar assault on Traverse City where we are taking place in Iceman. This involves collecting driving directions, tying up loose ends at work, arranging the caravan and talking trash with some fellow bikers. I may attempt another post or two today; we shall see.

Tonight, I will be attending the premiere of Plastic Tacos. I urge anyone local to check it out. I may be able to give a recap tomorrow morning, depending on the state of preparations.

Tomorrow morning, we are off to Traverse City for the race, and more importantly, the race afterparties. I might post on this Sunday or Monday morning, time permitting.

Monday, I will be attending a funeral. My great-grandfather passed away, and with him goes the last of a generation of my family.

I will return on Tuesday at the very latest, with reports on the movie and the race. So please, check back often, but don't worry if I'm not around.

Until then, Powodzenia.

3 comments:

Writer Mom said...

So sorry about your great-grandfather! I'm sure you carry on many of his good traits.

Good luck with the race! I bet Jamoker wishes he could be there.

I'd tell Zilla to go watch ya, but I think she'll still be out west. TC is a beautiful place--but man, I hope your pants don't fall down...it's COLD up thar! *You probably wear spandex while cycling, right?

Go, Plastic Tacos! I love Indies! Wish I lived closer. Sure looks funny.

Abishag said...

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

Then I yee fretful swab,
pour warm beer onto your face;
it is you in a wiggle and joy
say beneath your breath
No dead is me tis ney
The Iceman Commeth
but I've sent him away.

Abishag said...

I should've put an exclamation point at the end.

...but I sent him away!

You're fierce like that. ;-)