I’m steer, get used to it. This might need a bit of explanation. “Here” denotes Boulder, while “steer” represents the mascot of the University of Colorado. The last couple of days were mostly spent at Target to liberally furnish my luxurious bachelor pad. So luxurious in fact that the frontal view encompasses the swimming pool and everything that goes along with the presence of such an august body. Once the studio was in a fairly liiveable condition, I could theoretically have hit the various nightclubs in this fair city just to warp space-time with my gravitas field. Like many hypotheses of yore, this one too fell flat after I was supinified by a gargantuan cold. It’s been hanging around stoically for a couple of days and has reached the (hopefully) terminal phase when the afflicted individual feels like a ragged, phlegmy hot spring (ed: a geezer, perhaps?) erupting at the most inopportune of moments (ed: a regular Old Fitful indeed).
Whatever glimpses that I’ve had of the town have come from walking to Target. One gets to pass by a seemingly delightful stream known as Boulder Creek, which merits further investigation. People have urged me to acquire eclectic skills such as driving, skiing, hiking etc given that the Flatirons are closeby. I had alternative plans of cooping myself up in work. As Shakespeare once said, Love of a non-work-related activity is Labour Lost. As usual, if you disagree with my – and The Bard’s – point of view, you’re welcome to kick my arse.
Damn this cold-induced lisp.
Have you taken that from the ‘Here and Queer’ slogan?
Now why would I do such a thing, straighter-than-thou personality that I am?