When I started this blog, I thought I had lots to vent about. I expected to rail about all manner of things that tick me off, from TV to people to politics. I thought I would be critical. As it turns out, however, most of my posts are annoyingly good-natured. I'm still crusty about all kinds of stuff, but it doesn't seem to manifest itself here for some reason. Overall, I'm fine with that. But the name I chose is RANTWICK. What am I supposed to do? I have come to identify myself with this name, but it doesn't describe what I'm doing. I must regain at least some of my negative focus. C'mon... C'mon man. Surely there's something...
Woo hoo! You know who drives me nuts? That guy who sells oxy something and some sort of super putty and who knows what else who YELLS THE WHOLE TIME. Can you imagine going out for dinner or something with this guy?
I'LL HAVE THE PRIME RIB! Potatoes or rice? MASHED POTATOES PLEASE. Soup or salad? HMMM! WHAT'S THE SOUP TODAY?... You would have to punch him. There's another infomercial guy who may also have a problem with this dude too, the Sham Wow! guy.
Now this guy doesn't bug me. He looks like an experienced demonstrator / salesman guy, complete with some of what I will call "Carnie Edge". Now that I'm writing about these guys, I seem to recall the YELLING MAN selling what looked suspiciously like Sham Wow! towels lately. I wonder what Sham Wow! guy thinks of that? What if these two ever met up in a dark alley? I just know that the YELLING MAN would be putting up his dukes like a big chucklehead while a knife would slip effortlessly into Sham Wow! guy's hand, and the rest would be history.
WAIT A MINUTE...
Dawning realization: bikes just make me feel all blissed out. I'm nice when I write about bike stuff because even the stuff I think is silly is only mildly silly, and bike stuff, to my mind, is all inherently good. So there you have it! You can expect fairly good-natured posts on cycling stuff and the odd rant like the one found above for moniker retention purposes. I sure am glad that is sorted out. I know you must be relieved too, because I know you care. See? I thought about bike stuff for a moment and NICEWICK returned!
Keep your crank on,
R A N T W I C K
