The odometer on the Phoenix broke today, just like the Diva. It was stuck at 180173. Upon noticing this, I groaned because I would lose my ability to track mpg. But then suddenly, about 14 miles later, it started working again. It had regenerated itself. Just like the Berserker Trolls in Warcraft II. That’s right. You know what I’m talking about.
In other news we went climbing last night for the first time since… probably June. There was a girl at the gym with Fantastic climbing pants. They were really great pants. well fit at the waist, but perfectly baggy to allow for climbing maneuvers. I don’t think my eyes have ever seen such perfect pants. I should have told her how much I appreciated her pants, but I don’t really know how to tell someone that I think their pants are awesome without sounding extremely strange. If I see Fantastic Pants Girl at the gym again and she happens to be wearing those great pants, I will have to make sure I throw my self conscience aside and let her know that her efforts for Bauhaus-like ‘style via functionality’ did not go unnoticed.