Goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabith!

I had an auction program for an item that retails for $350-$500 on Ebay. I'd been watching it for days, and it hadn't gone over it's initial price of $100. Finally, when I got up this morning to check it out, my computer was off. I must have fucking turned it off myself, because it's set to never turn off on it's own and it's plugged into a UPS. As a result, I missed the auction and someone else got it for $100.

I am *pissed*!

Holy shit my dog is fast.

I've been taking Loki for clandestine unleashed walks late at night in my neighborhood when there's little traffic, and it's been good for both of us. He's an Italian Greyhound, and my yard is only barely big enough for him to get up to full speed. So recently I added the dimension of me on a bike with him on the sidewalk, and it's been *great*! We can do three laps in the time it took for one before, and he gets a lot more exercise and gets to run at what I thought was top speed.

I was *wrong*.

Tonight, just for fun, I decided to smoke him on the last quarter mile to my house. Now, granted I was on my shitty $30 Goodwill Huffy Burning Man 12-speed and I didn't have a lot of time to get up to top gear, but fuck me if that dog didn't *outrun* me all the way to the house! I was not physically capable of passing him on my bike accelerating as fast as my out-of-shape body could pedal! I'm not sure how fast we were going when we hit the end of the street, but I was at least half way through my gears and peddling for all I was worth. *And* he was wearing his ridiculous little baggy knit sweater that definitely impedes his movement and aerodynamics.

One of these days we'll have to find a long, lonely road and settle this speed question. :)

"Daddy and his weak technology have learned humility this day, re-affirming his position as my personal fecal janitor!"