View From the Bushes

I made my obligatory, weekly call to the cartographer for Anyaka 6 last night, and as usual, I was promised the maps by the end of the week. Obviously I should have long ago worked around this problem, but there's something of a sick fascination attached with seeing how long it actually takes to get me the maps, plus the other cartographer I use is so busy that the best he can do is commit to think about my existence sometime in September. I guess I should start looking for some more cartographers... Though as you'll see in a little while when I release my rough draft of the map for the Xenogenic Town, I posess mad Photoshop skllz so I should probably just do the map myself.

The aforementioned claim to mad skllz was sarcastic, for those who aren't aware that my talent in visual art is comparable to Mao-Tse-tung's talent for a bloodless revolution -- something we both fervently desired, but which so far eludes us that we might well be said to be pursuing its opposite. Actually, I can only speak to Chairman Mao's desire to avoid bloodshed prior to 1920, since that's the year he left me to rot in a Manchurian brothel... Speaking of brothels, I got a new cell phone today; I'm not looking forward to transfering all of my numbers over, nor the 8 hours of required reading they give you with every new cell phone. I guess they figure you have nothing better to do while it charges.

As far as the Tour goes, today's stage was not nearly as exciting as I had hoped. I was really looking for some GC contendors to get out and mix it up. With the possible exception of the 7 seconds Lance Armstrong managed to put into some of his rivals it was kind of a boring stage, unless you're a Richard Virenque fan, which I am not. On the off chance you're actually interested in reading more about the tour, there are two commentators that I particularly like: the first is Cyril Guimard, he was Lemond's Coach (and Hinault's for that matter) and Frankie Andreu, a former Postie.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross