So my friend’s anemic, hemophiliac dog came over to play today. The memory card in my little camera (not the Sony!) decided to fritz on me, and didn’t save the shot properly. With a little cropping and a LOT of re-coloring, I was able to fix the picture. Unfortunately, the camera caught a little of the Norse god trapped in this cute little puppy….

Okay, so here’s what he looks like when he’s not being all-powerful & god-ish.

And.. Just for the record, here is a shot of Thor, Norse God of Thunder and Jack, the god of… um… well… the God of Joe! Locked in mortal combat…

It was truly a beautiful day for a little KLR therapy. We left the house pretty early and met up with the rest of the mob down in Hoquiam, WA. A quick re-fuel for all parties (bikes included), and we were off! We got to chill on the beach for a while (where the pic above was taken). From there we headed out to Forks, home of the Twilight phenomena. If you don’t know, don’t ask. If you really want to know, google is your friend. Then a quick stop in Clallam Bay to rest a bit, and we tackled highway 112 between Clallam Bay & Joyce. Always a blast, it was just as fun this time as it has been in the past.

Around 330 miles all told. Got to finish the last Bartimaeus book, rock out to Green Day, and even started another book! Being confined inside a helmet for most of a day has a calming, reflective effect that I’ve sort of forgotten since last summer.

Sometimes, I get so lost in the voices in my mind (internal dialog, not a psychiatric episode… mostly), that I forget the rest of the world. I don’t see the TV, or hear the music, or the other people. I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing.

Sometimes, I get so lost in the music (either in my head or for real), that I can’t hear the voices. I’m guessing… If I could ever find a balance between those two.. It might be something.

I’m not quite sure what, but something.