Two Hours

Tuesday the 24th July, 2012 was a voyage into the Abyss. On that day, I rode on a trainer for 2:01:20. Here is a recount of that event.

Enjoyment

It's not gay, no one is making eye contact

I rode for three hours, a little more actually, the most I've ridden in months and I got to some thinking. Do creationists really believe the world was made by a magic person in the sky? Is Sky the most powerful cycling team in the history of sports? Are sports really that enjoyable? Are prostate orgasms really that intense?

KWAM part 2

Not exciting news, but something worth mentioning anyway. Sometimes a story is worth the lesson.

KAWM part one

Queenslander

Dispatches from Kurt's Annual Winter Migration, Queensland. It's sunny, and about 21 degrees every day. Mornings are brisk, 15ish. I've found the morning coldness to just touch the skin. Riding around makes your skin burn cold, but it doesn't freeze your bones and your soul like down south.

The KAWM is in full effect

Aragon 

Winter isn't coming, Aragon, it's here. It's been shrivelling our collective doodles for a month already. The only good news is that it hasn't been raining. Better than this though, is Kurt's Annual Winter Mirgration (KAWM) is taking place again. Get excited, bitches.

Oh uni, you so crazy

Do what we say, not what you think you should do.

I was heaps mad, oh yeah, I mad, and I decided to write about my hate for uni using the case study of an assignment where I was awarded poor grades for not doing what was asked of me. 

Rebirth: The Acidic Truth

Rebirth is similar to this. Not really. (The acidic truth, get it?)

My last blog was three months ago almost to the day. I'm excited about writing about shit again so sit back, relax, or don't, whatever you do when you read my blogs is cool. Maybe my writing style, outrageous wit, and hilarious pictures make you tense and sweaty. If they do, you should maybe consider eating a kilo of cheese and a packet of double choc tim tams before reading this because that will almost make you as uncomfortable as what I'm about to say. You have been warned!

Month of Madness Blog Two

You know what happens when you're heaps busy riding your bike and riding girls and swimming in the ocean and touching your wee wee? You don't write blogs. That's what happens.