I'm going to write something, honest. Or, my boring life, part XXIX.

Yes indeed, I’m going to write something. I’m just not sure what.

Inspiration has been completely failing me, leaving me in the cold, dark, frozen wasteland that is the northeast. Whimpering like a baby because I can’t go outside and play with my toys.

I could, of course, write about the complete suckage of the Versus coverage of the Tour of California, but you probably don’t want to know about that, or already do know about it. And agree. Either way, there’s not too much to be said about that, so I won’t.

On the other hand, I could ramble on about how I’m having “fun” creating root file systems for a Freescale i.MX27 reference board using LTIB and how trying to cross-compile anything just blows. But, I suspect that you’re probably not interested in that either.

Then again, perhaps you’d like to come along in a little journey of the mind as I fondly recall my brief little foray out into the cold on my motorcycle. Naturally I needed to charge the battery before it would start, and of course I needed to put some gas in the tank. But I did manage to get out for a ride, so that’s good. And I survived the cold, the salt, the sand and the ever-present snowbanks that multiple cars tried to force me into. My hands weren’t wildly excited that I exposed them (through gloves) to an arctic chill, though.

Aha! I know. You’re almost certainly dying to know about my fun-filled and exciting trip to the mall yesterday. The one where I tried to find a size 29×32 pair of jeans at The Gapany store in the mall and failed miserably. Or when I tried on a men’s small sweater and found that it was TOO FUCKING BIG!! I mean, seriously, is Kerry’s clothing malaise infecting me too?

Oh yeah, I turned 40 2 weeks ago tomorrow. Bah humbug.