I think the crank is going out on the bike. It has to make it 400 more miles this season. I have no real time to fix it; after work today I will clean and tune it, do some laundry, catch Killing Joke, then get on a 6am flight home where I will spend 36 hours. Then I will come home and put another 130 miles on it and then get an early flight to Chicago for a trade show. Then I will come back here and put another 130 miles on it - I guess I got a couple days to deal with it and otherwise wrap up my life because then I have three more days, get on a plane, have 16 hours off and then go to school from 7am until 9:30pm.

Things are tense here. We have a mole. It has caused Corporate to bring in their goose steppers to drag people into conference rooms and grill them until they cry. We've all signed agreements forfeiting hundreds of thousands of dollars in penalties for leaks; nearly all of us are pensioned Union members who have zero interest in this sort of shit. The guy asleep next to me right now was sound supervisor on four seasons of The Apprentice and he gets about eight calls from journalists a week (he prefers the New York Times to the Washington Post because at least the NYT waits until 8am PST; WaPo doesn't give a fuck what time zone you're in they wanna talk to you NOW). So it's pretty fucking lame to be told that cell phones aren't allowed anymore (but laptops are A-OK for some dumb reason) while everyone stomps around pretending they're being effective at flushing out whatever dumb-ass assistant is willing to risk forever-poverty for magic internet points on Twitter.

A friend rummaged through his dad's watch drawer (with his dad's permission of course) and sent me photos. There was an Eddie Bauer (IE Fossil) without a back, a Movado without a back, a Lorus without a back, and a Patek Philippe Twenty 4.

It's on the shelf over there. I think I'll check whether it's Chinese or Thai.