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Yeah, so. On leave. I'm sitting at my friend's desk, using his computer to look at naked girls and tell you all about my week. Oh, don't worry. He'd do the same for me. We're cool like that.

So, I got off teh plane in Anchor-town (or Las Anchorge for you jaded, Alaska types), went over to a friends house (not the same friend, mind...but friend none-the-less), and let work bullshit fall off my shoulders. Then we saw Transformers with his two oldest daughters. I thought the movie was well executed, but the plot was a bit contrived. I mean, most movie plots are, but this one was obviously written just to make a sequel. Which didn't take away from the experience as a whole, not like Terminator which had both the plot written striclty to make money off the franchise and holes so big in said plot you could drive a truck through them. But I digress. Good summer-movie fare, Transformers was. Word of caution though, don't sit too close. Which means, don't show up late. It's hard to follow all the robot ass-kicking when you sit too close. Just sayin'.

Yesterday I rode to work with the friend I'm staying with (he works at a bicycle shop...the same one I've held employment with) and on the way there I got yelled at by an Alaska crazy person for riding too fast. I think the exact phrase was, "Walker!! Slow down you punks!!!" We were on a shared path (bikes and pedestrians) and I"m on a single-speed that I can maintain about 13 MPH on coasting down hill. I think he liked to yell.

Today I napped (and why not, I'm on vacation after all), walked to get some lunch and coffee, and read a little. Tonight I'm going for another ride, this time in the dirt. Tomorrow, well, who knows. I'm on vacation after all.