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Well, Ryan came down for the Chicago Marathon and all he wanted more than anything else was to qualify for the Boston Marathon. In order to do that, he had to run 26 miles in three hours and ten minutes. According to the electronic chip they assigned him, he ran it in three hours and twelve minutes. Even accounting for the extra minute Boston allows, Ryan’s time was still thirteen seconds too long. He’s going to appeal, thanks to the weather being terribly cold and windy today. He’s fairly certain he could have run three hours and five minutes if not for the unseasonably cold weather today, and I believe him. Why? He ran the first half of the marathon in one hour and twenty-seven minutes. If worse comes to worse, he can always run in Texas. That marathon is in January, the land is entirely flat, and the temperature is almost always 65-degrees that time of year. He says he can run that race in less than three hours, but it’s too close to Boston, so he’s afraid he can’t recuperate in time.

The House Democrat Leader does not understand that our fight for freedom does not just happen on the battlefield but also on the floor of the House of Representatives. It should come as no surprise that the Democrats in the House put their liberal agenda ahead of the security of America."

I’ve been a bad boy… I heard of BlueShark GXG pads from MyMyBox last year and been keeping an eye on them for a while. Well, the version 2.0 pads came out recently and I read a few reviews that claim they’re much better than Cobalt Flux pads. I personally can’t wait until it gets here, though the fact it weighs 85 pounds is somewhat frightening. That’s freaking heavy, and it’s made of pure metal: no more wood! Not sure what to do with such a beast, but I’m sure I can think of something.

I spent all Saturday packing, and have come to the realization that I have way too many books. So far, I have over 16 file-boxes just to wrangle my excessive book, video-game, and DVD collection. It’s definitely a good thing I’m divesting myself of possessions, because this is getting out of hand. I still have to pack the pantry, the kitchen, and my bedroom, but progress is steady. Sunday has been a laundry extravaganza, as I hauled four loads worth to the laundry-mat five blocks away. That wasn’t much fun!

The moving has somehow already begun. I’ve managed to locate a new abode in the Lakeview area, and deposit gripped firmly in hand, I’ve procured movers and started the lengthy and arduous task of packaging my meager belongings. The management company appears excessively paranoid, perhaps even fanatically rabid when performing background and other sundry checks on prospective renters. What began as a simple rental application quickly escalated into a veritable gauntlet of eerily invasive and laughably obtuse hoops I leapt through in hopes of obtaining shelter. Along with the usual credit check, my boss was forced to endure a questionnaire on my overall employability, containing such gems as: “What is the likelihood of this employee remaining employed over the next year?” Both he and I openly wondered if they wanted a number in terms of percentage, a repeating decimal, or an R-squared analysis based on my last performance review. Then came the deposit, either a Cashier’s check or a money order, no other form of payment would suffice. I kept waiting for them to require a DNA health-risk categorization to ensure I would outlive the lease.