The glider is up and running again. Hurrah! 🚲

Slime to the rescue! Not the viscous green goo generated by extrusions into our space-time from the Ghostbusters‘ documentaries—well, who knows!—but it is called Slime, is green and viscous and most importantly, works great on small leaks. 🧪

Stand up. Take a look around. You see that? That’s the best we can do so far.

Overall, not bad, huh? I mean, for humans.

Right Back At You

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Standard brain:
“Okay, they just said something. Right, not sure what they mean. Let me ask…”.

Standard brain with recent modifications:
“Okay, they just said something. Right, prepare a response to the worst possible interpretation. Everything is riding on this. Ready…aim…”

On Wednesday’s ride the glider experienced an unplanned rapid depressurization event of the rear surface contact component—a flat back tire, yes, for the second time in as many weeks. Now the question is, do we spring for the tannus liner, or do go with a slime lined tube? More soon…

There are two kinds of people: those who will, and those who will not, use their mouths to temporarily hold their keys.

OK, I get it now. It’s called “X” because it is the social service you used to be on, the one with the annoying laugh, the one that was always rude to the staff, remember—the one you broke up with? Wow, how did that happen, huh?

It’s just dawning on me that the Little League World Series is actually a world series, while the Major League World Series is only a north american affair. Strange.

Dinner Ride

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Is it just me or is Siri having a crisis of confidence? She seems to be more scattered and worthless than usual these last weeks.