I just sat and watched the unveiling of this year's Tour De France route Live! On the Internet! with shadowdaddy, who's attempt to upgrade to IE7 has entirely broken IE on his computer and thus sent him across the office to mine. But it was fun anyway, we got lucky enough to miss the stupid movies and talking and just see the cool "yellow line moving across France" bit. The Tour is going to Barcelona and to Italy, Andorra, and Switzerland this year. I told J we'd spend a weekend somewhere watching a mountain stage this year ... now we can figure out where we want to go ... and I ask, Alps or Pyrenees?

Here's my transcription of the towns I saw as they appeared on the screen (doubtlessly there will be a real map online quite soon, but this was a scoop for about five minutes):
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: And gosh it looks like Paris
: Funny how it always winds up there

Who knows, maybe I'll be nice and go to Paris with Shadowdaddy to watch the end of the Tour this year. :-)

And he hasn't said it but he's been offered a show of his own, a Christmas Carol at the Red Lion in Islington. I'm very excited for him!

I rode my bike into work today for the very second time, and it was STILL fantastic. The second my bike drops off of the road over the bridge - where all of the speeding cars spew out fumes that I swear are more potent here than they were at home, even with a breeze to blow them away - and I coast down the little road that goes by All Saints Church and into Bishop's park, the world suddenly becomes a place of singing birds, arches of trees, and sudden flashes of flowers whose names I don't know. The cemetary is still full of daffodils, the dogs are all happy that they're outside, and even the people cleaning the park are chipper and say, "Good morning!" as you pass by. I know some of this is because it's spring but it just totally rocks out. BIRDIES FLOWERS DOGGIES HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY. Chirp chirp tweetle arf "Good morning!" I love it.

And, yeah, work now, whatever, let's not get into it.