The Blasphemous Bicycler

I was in Washington DC for a business trip a few weeks ago. I don’t have HBO at home, but they had it in my hotel room.

While flipping through the channels, I caught a bits and pieces of the HBO mini series John Adams.

My hotel had a replica of the Declaration of Independence hanging in the lobby, and I had a picture of Thomas Jefferson in my room.

And there I sat watching the revolution on TV. It was all very patriotic…

When I got home, I ordered the DVD set. It was astoundingly good.

It was quite amusing to watch the founding fathers arguing at the continental congresses. Whenever someone in a modern political debate goes on about how the founding fathers would agree with his position, he is at least 33% full of shit, because it seems like the founding fathers could barely agree on anything, including breaking away from England.

_{Mr. Dickinson wouldn’t even sign the declaration!}

It’s not all just politics and war, though. The love story between John and Abigail Adams is probably the most believable I’ve seen in the movies.

I really can’t say enough nice things about this series. I was sad when the story ended, and I think I’m going to read the book.

I hope they make one about Jefferson next.

I enthusiastically give John Adams 5 Jihadis out of 5.

Me and my kayak are heading out into the wilds for a few days to explore the waters of north central Pennsylvania, to slay sea monsters, and to win the affections of big-tittie mermaids.

I’ll be back next week sometime.

So far, so good. I didn’t manage to stay totally Vegan, mainly due to lack of proper planning, but I’m working up to it.

A few observations:

1. Tofurkey Italian sausages are really freaking disgusting.
2. Soymilk in your morning coffee and on your breakfast cereal is pretty much indistinguishable from the real thing
3. Vanilla Soy Yogurt is about as good as the real thing.
4. The healthy food store is full of hippies and weirdos.
5. I lost 2 pounds last week.

The other day the Large Fella posted a tirade on the evils of the standard American diet.

I am in the middle of reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma, which also has kind of put me off the agricultural-industrial complex.

So, Brandi and I were out at our favorite Indian restaurant the other night, and I got a vegan curry.

It was very nice.

Then it dawned on me:

Veganism can be an excuse to eat Indian food everyday!

Holy shit!

So, for the past 24 48 hours month or so, I’ve not had any meat, eggs, or dairy. I’ve been eating all the curry I want, and aside from horrendous (weapons-grade) flatulence, all is well.

I’m not sure how long I can keep this up. I have basically no willpower, the paint is starting to peel from the walls, and my cats won’t come out from under the bed for fear asphyxiation.

It will be interesting to see how far I can take this experiment. Maybe I’ll be a very skinny, stinky bicycler in a few months.