Two new personal bests today - earliest bike commute, and most white stuff on the ground.

If I have ever had a ski day like yesterday, it was over 20 years ago. 25cm. Snow is my drug of choice.

My previous seasons pass dates to the winter of 1990-1991. Almost twenty-four years later, and it's like there was no time in between.

The ibuprofen is finally kicking in. Not too much road rash, less than 100 cm2, thanks to the gloves and a long sleeve jersey. Nothing broken, but the muscles on the backside of the hip bone hurt like the dickens. I was accelerating after a light, went to clip in, messed it up (evidently) and went down. All I remember is hearing a bunch of splanging and popping noises from spokes breaking as I went down.

Considering one for my wife for our anniversary. She loves her ipod touch. Based on that, is she likely to love an ipad?

Word on the street is that there are a few of you on here. It is time to show your true colours, and fly the nerd flag high.

Okay, prompted by my recent descent into the black hole of timewasting known as massively multiplayer online games, as well as the discussion today that took over Hulver's diary, I would like to invite all Husi denizens to a holiday online gaming party. With any luck, this could continue as a recurring event, but that will depend on whether there is enough interest and we have enough fun to justify it.

I started reading Ran Prieur a few years ago, when I was researching peak oil. He is unusual, but interesting, and he sometimes posts links to some fascinating articles, like the ones about eating road kill.

Today's link, an article on Alternet.org, is not as light, fluffy, and uplifting as other topics such as eating road kill. The question is asked, has the US passed the tipping point to fascism?

Monbiot on macroeconomics. Probably in the Grauniad as well, but I read it on Monbiot's site.

Between crap weather, lack of sleep, and general laziness, it appears that two months lapsed between cycle commutes.

Road to hell, good intentions, etc. Ride diary. Not much to see here

First bicycle commute of the year. Still a few patches of snow on the front lawn, but the roads are all bare and dry with sand on the shoulders. Didn't get killed by cagers. Yet.

What makes a suicide bomber tick?
Resorting to the use of mental patients to carry out recent Baghdad bombings suggests a moral bankruptcy.

Indeed. And would that be a mild suggestion, or a firm suggestion?