A banjo, a battlestar and some rambling

I had seen some trailers for Eureka on SciFi channel and I found it to be intriguing. I don't watch too much television unless I'm really hooked. Until I found Battlestar Galactica the last time anything hooked me was when X-Files came out eons ago. And I didn't even stick around for the last three seasons. I just couldn't handle all the annoying new people. How excited was I to see a trailer for the new season of BSG. Practically giddy I tell ya. Now at first I was more crack addict just happy for a fix as the images floated across my screen. After it all soaked in I realized something - the music they played during the trailer would more likely be heard on a Fox teen angst preview then on Battlestar. WTF! A little concern, a little worry. Of course I'll be watching the season premier in October.

There is a time in every person's life when they need a new challenge. I decided mine would be the annual Hood-to-Coast relay run here in Oregon. A wonderfully grueling 12 person relay run from the top of Mt Hood to the shores of the Pacific Ocean. I've run some 5ks and I love to work out so I thought this might be a good way to kick start myself. Get a new work out regimen going and really get into great shape. Its been going well. Until I hit a small snag. My left ankle is sore and achy. Enough so that on a run the other day I pretty much felt like walking, or rather limping my way back. My running partner, who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty, had made a comment about having my leg give out in the middle of one of my legs and being eaten by a deer (amazingly, deer still exist in Oregon). I then had a sudden maddening desire to write something on the subject. What follows is, I dare say, a comment on how a mind can be twisted beyond repair by our society and gummy bears. Forgive me.

I'm running my last leg of Hood-To-Coast. The pain is terrible now. Suddenly - my leg pops right off! No warning. No hey by the way your leg is thinking about ceceding from the union. It just comes off. So there I am. Somewhere in the god-forsaken coastal forest ready to turn my tank top into a white flag and mount it from the offending leg. When wonder of wonders, a lone deer comes out of the woods. It has probably been attracted by the scent of my ragged stump. Although it seems like it's going to start nibbling the nub, it takes pity on me. As I look into the deer's large overly drawn cartoon eyes I realize they can only belong to one deer - Bambi. I hop on his broad back and away we go! We're leaping and bounding down the road. I finish the race atop a giant 18 point Bambi waving my leg, which I did actually tie my tank top to, in triumph. I am pronounced a tragic hero and the losers who made it across the line first are disqualified in favor of my heroicness. I then lead a life of motivational speeches, crying about my childhood w/ Oprah, and end up wealthily wallowing in my mansion looking for Rosebud.

So there you have it. I will understand if you happen to be a member of family, read this and decide to disown me. Now for something completely different, I leave you with a wonderful piece of happiness. Trust me, this will help ease the pain of my musings. The theme song to Star Wars. On a banjo.


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