Saturday, I woke up bright, early, and energized. I decided that instead of driving, I would try riding my bike to $mentor[0]'s residence. Our designated meeting time was 10:00. I wasn't sure how long it would take so I allowed plenty of time, and departed at 07:30.

After riding south for an hour and a half, I found myself in the suburb known as Lakewood, in the general vicinity of $mentor[0]'s place. It was only 09:00. As I rode down west Colfax, I saw a restaurant with a sign in the window advertising a breakfast for only $3.75 which contained a steak(!), 2 eggs, hash browns, and toast. Since I had plenty of time, I decided to stop and eat at Davie's Chuckwagon Diner. I sat outside in the pleasant sunshine, ordered food from the friendly and efficient waitress, and savored the deliciousness of a perfectly medium well steak with a large orange juice on the side. I finished my meal and left at 09:30.

$mentor[0] and I decided that this time, we would go to the movie before the hike (a slight deviation from the usual routine), due to the fact that he might have an opportunity to work in the afternoon, and he wanted every minute of overtime he could get. Since the movie was higher priority, we would get that in for sure.

We arrived early for a pre-11:00 Saturday morning matinee, and got excellent seats. By the time the film began, the theatre was almost packed. Michael Moore's production exceeded both of our expectations.

If there is one clear point I could derive from Fahrenheit 9/11, I would say it is designed a vicious attack on a very prominent public figure. The target of the movie's venum is held in disgrace, not because of anything the film maker or anybody else says, but because of this person's own words and actions. Obviously, the thesis of the movie, coming through loud and clear, can be summed up in a single sentence as follows: Britney Spears is a complete and utter moron.

With no calls from work, $mentor[0] and I went on to eat pizza, and did our hike up on Lookout Mountain. Sometimes it rained in light sprinkles, but we were covered by dense trees for most of the way, and a little bit of moisture in the air felt good, as well as making the overall environment even more interesting.

We talked for a while afterwards, and as usual, the conversation was good, though our political "debates" with one another sometimes come off like a left wing version of Fox News. i.e. Two people of the same political persuasion more or less re-affirming each other's views, albeit with a few minor disagreements on details.

I started my trek home at 19:00, and did a lot of meandering as I explored side streets in search of more pleasant riding conditions than the sidewalks next to Wadsworth and/or Kipling. I arrived back at mom's place shortly after it got dark at 21:00, wrote a movielog entry in my notebook, and went into a deep sleep.

Sunday morning, I journied to the area southeast of Denver to help scottgalvin.com and Jenny move their things. Ok, to help move Jenny's things, since the entirity of scottgalvin.com's possessions fit in the back of his car. It was probably the most efficiently organized move I have ever participated in, due in large part to one of her friends on hand who seemed to be quite the expert in these matters. Everything was loaded into the truck and a few accompanying SUVs in a matter of 2 hours.

Unloading, of course, went even more quickly, although the unloading process featured 2 flights of stairs to climb up without the aid of an elevator. I was sufficiently exhausted by the end.

scott ordered us all pizza, and we all sat in their nice new residence eating it.

When I arrived back home at 15:00, I took a nice long nap. In the evening, I read through a book which will be the subject of another rambling, and watched some Quality Mythology. Past Imperfect, from Xena Season 4. It was an episode I had never seen before, somehow having missed both the initial airing and the reruns. (There seem to be one or two of those from each season.) Now I finally know how Borias died. Good for me.

This morning, the muscles in both my arms and legs were feeling shot to the point that I didn't want to ride my bike in. (Partly from heavy exercising on Saturday, and partly from moving on Sunday.) Besides, I might want to go to meditation class tonight, and on such occassions it's easier to drive straight from here.

I might also get around to productive work in the near future, although I still have plenty of fresh content queued up in my brain. It will get its chance to be enscribed on the web sooner or later.