sex with melons

Well, it's July now. And nothing's different. Same old, same old, same old.
Work, sleep, work, sleep, ride, work, sleep, work...
Except all the tiny things that pop up and make you think, "Crap, is it time for that already?"
Jeff was looking through the pile for my pay cheque yesterday, and I told him I'd already got it. But when he found it, I realized that that was two weeks ago, and it was time for the next.

The weather's been nice, except for rainy and windy Sundays and Mondays, and Canada Day of course. I went down to Victoria to watch the fireworks with Caitrin and Ian. There weren't as many people down there as I'd expected, and not as much red and white either.
Summer solstice is gone. I've been meaning to do a long ride on that day for the last three years now, but keep missing it.
The tour started today. I'm sure I won't follow along. Cameron thinks Lance'll win. I've got $5 saying he won't. I'm not a Lance fan. I'd love Team Sky to do well, but I can't see Bradley Wiggins getting himself sorted out, which is a shame. My fav is Thor Hushovd.
The new season of Top Gear has started.
Photos of 2011 bikes are popping up online already. Rocky Mountain, Cannondale, Specialized, Trek. The same old bike as last year, but with tapered head tubes. I told Ted that the future was tapered - he didn't believe me.
I've quit my job as Tech Consultant (but not quit from Staples). But I'll carry on no doubt, as I have done before. It's my fault, because they know if they ignore me, or ask me to stay on until they get someone else, I will, and they won't get anyone else.
I went on a mountain biking skills camp thingy with Katie and Rita (in May?) on the North Shore which was a lot of fun. I managed to brek my bike on the first morning, but luckily the Trek deo trailer was there, so I was able to borrow. I had a great time riding great trails with lots of great people. I don't think I really learnt much though. Most of the stuff I want to ride I know I CAN ride, I just don't. I'm not sure why. I'm not overly bothered about falling off or anything. I haven't ridden anything since the camp that I wouldn't have before.
It did convince me that I should make the effort to plan some mountain biking trips though. Maybe pack my bike up and take the bus to Cumberland, or the Sunshine Coast, Pemberton, Whistler.
But I won't.
Maybe I could do a bike tour across BC, or down the west coast, or across Belgium, or from Land's End to John O'Groats.
But I won't.
Caitrin and I are quitting Staples and buying backpacks and leaving for Southern Africa next month, then we'll head on to Norway, Iceland, Switzerland, Croatia, and maybe the Isle of Mann.


But we're not.


But I have done something - I've started a band at work. We're calling ourselves "Sex with Melons". Anyone is welcome to audition, but we prefer instruments of the imaginary type.
I bet you didn't know that I was a world-class air-flautist. Sharon's on (the rather unimaginative) air-guitar, Tyler's going to learn the air-xylophone (if you know of anyone that gives lessons, please let me know and I'll pass on the info), Jessica on air-tenor sax, Dean plays a mean air-harp, Kayla's going to be an air-pole dancer, Cam will be playing air-bagpipes, Dorelle's lead lip-sinker, Meghan on air-keyboards, we're going to get James an air-triangle, and because we're planning on some Bob Dylan covers, Caitrin's dug out her old air-harmonica.
I know what you're thinking here - Bob Dylan covers?! Well, I'm not a Bob Dylan fan either, but it won't matter, because you're not going to be able to hear it anyways.