Let's go ride a bike

So this is the second morning of my new commute. I started biking to work yesterday and this morning I am just exhausted. My ride is about ten miles, and involves a bridge crossing. Somehow, the ride is nearly a half an hour longer when I ride home. At this moment, I am trying to motivate myself to actually get out the door.

The thing is, I really enjoy riding my bike. I love the price of fuel, and I enjoy the idea of getting more healthy while getting myself to work. Speaking of which, I need to go.

Do-it-yourself Symphony

I am trying to keep this site from just being a collection of that awesome thing I found on the intertubes, but this is too cool to not pass on.

It's called In Bb 2.0, and it is a collaborative music project. I will embed a few of my favorites. Just play a few of them at the same time and see what you get.








This brings out the composer in me. The sad, little, shriveled, talentless composer.

A short biology lesson

Here is an educational video I found on the miracle of birth.

Enjoy.

I'm not dead

I haven't posted in a while, and won't for another little bit, but I wanted to let all of my adoring fans know that I have no intention of letting the RC Revolution die anytime soon.

Recess

Bobby Paulson, she thinks, is going to regret picking on me during recess yesterday, when I was wearing my brand new shoes for the first time ever, and they were a special present for my birthday, and then Bobby had to ruin everything, when I was busy playing with Stacy and Lillian, and we were only trying to swing anyway, and why would he want to push me off the swing when it was my turn, and he didn't even ask, and when I fell I skinned my knee, and Bobby just laughed, even though I was wearing my new princess shoes, and they are so shiny and purple, and they cost my mother like, twenty dollars, and now they're ruined, and I don't think my mom will ever forgive me for ruining them, and its all Bobby's fault, and I hate him so much.

Open call

I know that this isn't really a fiction blog, but I also know that at least a few of my sometime readers occasionally write fiction. So I am sending out an open call to anyone who wants to submit any poetry, fiction, non-fiction, movie reviews, or haiku. I can't promise to publish anything, but I will try to put anything I get up on the site. All credit will go to the writer, assuming they want any. This is not a litmag, so don't expect this to last forever. Send any submissions in the form of a .doc attachment to ben.rotisseriecomputer[att]gmail[dawt]com. I'll sweeten the pot with a short piece of fiction tomorrow.