What you said!!!

Gotta love Mother Nature - a blast of warm just in time for NYC Marathon!!!

amen. after a crap summer, edmonton's having a great fall for some reason. snow forecast for friday, though. . .

-mike

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good luck in the race, might actually be a bit warm!

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It is currently 76 in Boulder/Denver. Near record high. Awesome riding/running weather for November, although all of the fallen leaves can tend to cover up some hidden potholes and other hazards here and there. However, true to fall in Colorado, snow is in the 5-day forecast!

75 in lovely sioux falls, south dakota. should be about 25 degrees colder.

Thank you :)

I like 'em hot!!! Hotter the better!

Enjoy your running!!!

D

You are right about the pitch black part. Last night was my first post-time change workout (I took Halloween off). There was not much of a moon. I went out on my roller-blades with a crappy little light on my helmet on a dark bike-path. It really felt odd even though I've been on the path many times. It feels really fast when you can't see very far in front.

Since we've had out first frost; it is now legitimately "Indigenous North American Human Population Summer"



[Elaine's apartment]

Elaine and the girls are sitting at a table playing poker.

ELAINE: Knocked you out Jack. Pair of deuces

THE GIRLS: Oh/Aah. (and similar comments)

ELAINE: (triumphant) Ha, ha, ha ha!

There's a knock at the door.

ELAINE: Who is it?

JERRY (O.C.): It's Jerry.

Elaine gets up and opens the door, revealing Jerry standing beside a large object (the Indian) half-covered with a black plastic bag.

ELAINE: Jerry!

JERRY: Surprise! (he carries in the object)

ELAINE: What is this?

JERRY: Well, I felt bad about this afternoon, so I got you something.

ELAINE: Oh, you did? (to girls) Oh, do you guys all know Jerry?

THE GIRLS: Hi Jerry/Hello. (etc)

JERRY: Hi. Hi Winona. Nice to see you again.

GIRL (NOT WINONA): Elaine, is it your birthday?

ELAINE: No.

JERRY: I don't need a reason to give gifts, it's my nature. I love to make people happy.

THE GIRLS: Aww/That's so sweet. (general murmur of approval)

JERRY: Are you ready?

ELAINE: Yeah.

JERRY: (whips off bag to reveal Indian) Ta-da!

There is a deathly hush.

JERRY: It's a cigar store Indian. (to Elaine) Read the card.

ELAINE: (examines card) (embarrassed) That's very nice. Thank you very much.

JERRY: Read it out loud.

ELAINE: I, I don't think so.

JERRY: (takes the card from Elaine) We had a little fight this afternoon. (reading from card) Let's bury the hatchet. We smoke um peace pipe.

WINONA: (gathering her stuff) Hey, you know, it's late. I really should go.

ELAINE: I, uh, I don't blame you Winona. I, uh...

Jerry begins rocking the Indian back and forth, making the stereotypical movie Indian chant.

JERRY: Hey-yah, ho-ah, hey-yah, ho-ah.

Winona leaves, looking offended.

ELAINE: Are you out of your mind?!

JERRY: ...ho-ah. It's, it's, it's kitschy.

ELAINE: Winona is a Native American.

JERRY: She is?


[Winona's apartment]

Jerry sits on the couch. Winona enters with their jackets.

WINONA: So, where are we gonna go eat?

JERRY: I thought we'd eat at the Gentle Harvest.

WINONA: Ooh, I love that place, but it's usually so crowded. Can we get a table?

JERRY: Ah, don't worry. I made reser... (catches himself)

WINONA: You made what?

JERRY: I uh, I uh, I arranged for the appropriate accommodation. And then, Knick tickets, floor seats.

WINONA: How did you get these?

JERRY: Got 'em on the street, from a scal... (catches himself again) A uh, one of those guys.

WINONA: What guys?

JERRY: You know, the guys, that uh, they sell the tickets for the sold-out events.

WINONA: Oh.

JERRY: Wait a second, you got the Mark McEwan TV Guide.

WINONA: That's Al Roker.

JERRY: Oh well, they're both chubby weathermen. I get Dom Deluise and Paul Prudhoe mixed up too. Could I have this?

WINONA: Sure, take it.

JERRY: Thanks.

[Jerry's apartment]

Jerry is pouring glasses of Perrier in the kitchen while Winona looks around.

WINONA: I like your place. It's very unassuming.

JERRY: Well, why would I assume. I never assume. Leads to assumptions.

WINONA: (laughs) Oh, by the way. That TV Guide I gave you, I need it back.

JERRY: Why?

WINONA: Well, I'm doing a report on minorities in the media, and I wanted to use that interview with Al Roker.

JERRY: Well, it's too late. I gave it to Elaine, and she's already on her way to give it to George's father.

WINONA: Jerry, I really need it back. It, it is mine.

JERRY: You can't give something and then take it back. I mean, what are you... (catches himself)

WINONA: What?

JERRY: A uh, a person that uh...

WINONA: A person that what?

JERRY: Well, a person that gives something and then they're dissatisfied and they wish they had, had never uh...

WINONA: And?

JERRY: ...give, given it to the person that they originally gave it to.

WINONA: You mean like, an Indian giver?!

JERRY: I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that term.

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"What's your claim?" - Ben Gravy
"Your best work is the work you're excited about" - Rick Rubin

lol

that's ok, I've probably already offended Mormons, Scientologists, Jews (those of the Jewish faith), and Germans on another thread today.

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Where I live (out in the Pines) it gets really f'n dark. Even with a light, I don't dare run the trails, there's not very many street lights. Sometimes, you can't tell where the street is, you just have to trust that it's beneath you. If you get into a groove and you're just chugging along, not feeling the ground, it's like - bear with me here - running across space.



Sorry ... that must have been the acid talking.