I don't care about pollutionI'm an air-conditioned gypsyThat's my solutionWatch the police and the taxman miss meI'm mobile.

We went out to the Nova Cafe, our favorite breakfast spot. I gorged on a ham, mushroom, jalapeno, spinach and cheddar omelette.

Mmmmm. Cheddar.

Then we took a great hike up past Bridger Bowl. There were some great views of Sacajawea & Hardscrabble Peak.

I took some great pictures that I would have loved to show you, but I accidentally deleted them.

I know, I know.

I screwed the pooch.

I did it while I was recording The Dude Abides Unplugged.

So, here is a list of search terms used to find this website in the last 24 hours:

Cry without weeping, talk without speaking

Lava

So much drama in the LBC

Dunkin Donuts

The fire in your eyes

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans

All I need is this thermos

Crazy delicious

and, the ever popular,

My daughter is fucking a black dude

Gotta love the internet.

I am just picturing some dude down in Georgia, head in his hands, scouring the internet for advice on his own daughter/fucking/black dude issue.

That search term has come up multiple times... maybe I am perpetuating it by mentioning it again.

Kind of like holding a mirror up to a mirror.

Whoa.

I think I just blew what was left of my mind.

{Body celebrates final victory.}

Gotta go. I have spent enough time staring at this glowing box.

I'm gonna go in the other room and stare at that glowing box.

As of now, I bet you got me wrongSo unsure, you run from something strongI haven't felt like this in so long

Wipeout video from yesterday.

Getting old is a bitch.

Here is a laundry list of my current ailments:

1. Left middle finger, swollen knuckle. No, not from overuse. I banged it on a rock in those chutes Monday.

2. Left palm, bruised. Same chute, same rock.

3. Interior right knee, sore. Tweaked it on an awkward landing/wipeout about 3 weeks ago. Re-aaggravated it Friday.

4. Right trapezius/shoulder, sore. Strained while attempting to self arrest in chutes. e.g. see #1 & #2.

5. Low back muscle soreness. If you're jumpin' around all day on a mountain, that is bound to happen.

6. Left and right quads/thigh soreness. Ditto.

7. Hip flexor soreness, left and right. See #5 and #6.

8. Big left toe, bruised, tender, currently numb. Yes, Sgt. Kulka is hurtin'. My new boots are crushing my big toe. This is probably the worst of the list. It is actually numb right now. Oddly, I am thankful for that, since it means I can't feel the pain.

I'm hoping the nail or the toe itself just falls off.

In other words, I am sore from my neck to the very tips of my toes. Oddly, my cranium remains bulletproof, with or without helmet. Cranium attributes this to 35 years of "conditioning."

Body responds, "We're pretty sure he's rotting from the inside out. We've been killing brain cells, millions at a time, for years. There can't be much left in there..."

Cherry on Top: For my apres-ski yesterday, I came home and made a cup of green tea. I fell asleep on the couch at 9:45, and then woke up three times last night to pee because I drank so much water.

SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!! PAR-TAY!!!!!!

We're going hiking or snowshoeing or cross-country skiing today. I need to create new areas of soreness. My ankles, for instance, are fine and dandy.

Body states, "Those uppity bitches, encased in cushy, stiff boots all day. A little flex here, a little stretch there. Nothing strenuous. Bastards.

We actually heard those fuckers whistling yesterday. Whistling?!"

Note to self: Consider sleeping with helmet on, as a precaution.

"If you're a single guy in a retirement community and you can drive at night, you're pretty much George Clooney." -Overheard on CBS Sunday morning moments ago, which inspired this post.

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P.S. Can anyone tell me how to set up those video links so they open in a new page?

Email me at thedudeabides_01@yahoo.com