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In Aerobie I trust

It’s not even been a week and my new Aerobie Flying Ring is here! While to some a week may sound ridiculously short, for me it felt like a year. AT LEAST!

Anyway, since this is the Intarwebs where unboxing is not a term used for ex-boxers trying to make amends for all the broken noses and shattered brains they caused but rather for the act of removing a gadget or any other fantastic item from its paper or plastic confines and documenting the process, I will do the same here now with said Arobie (if you’ve ever wondered whether I’ll grow tired of huge sentences, here’s your answer).

Well, let’s get started:

Aerobie Unboxing
The wrapping. I’m not familiar with any other Frisbees sent by mail so I can’t say a whole lot about the quality of that packaging. But it’s sleek and fulfills its purpose. If Linux wasn’t just an operating system but also a computer manufacturer, I guess this is what their packaging would look like.

Aerobie Unboxing
Ha, removed the adhesive tape that held together package body and flap. Yes, that is a piece of the Aerobie peaking out! Aren’t you excited? I know I am!

Aerobie Unboxing

Yes, here it is. Please note the ingenious paper inlay, creating the illusion of an ACTUAL HAND holding the ring. Those package designers are genius!

Aerobie Unboxing
The backside holds not only a very handy guide on how to use the Aerobie, it also shows what other genius devices Aerobie has produced. Like the Orbiter, a superfantastic Boomerang! (disclaimer: Orbiter not shown on above picture. Just imagine what it would look like if Aerobie produced a Boomerang and – tadaaa – there’s your Orbiter)

But now on the actual Flying Ring!

Aerobie Unboxing
The material surrounding the super carbon ring is soft and will probably not cut off my fingers when trying to catch it. That’s a definite plus in my eyes!

Aerobie Unboxing
Please note the elegant yet fierce curve of that ring. If you’ve ever seen a throwing device as perfect, drop me a note in the comments. Even though I won’t believe a single word.

And finally:

Aerobie Unboxing
The Aerobie Flying Ring in all its glory. I’m sorry, but I need to stop writing now and go weep with joy. Oh, and Thursday will see me throwing that piece of art at Augarten park. In case you wanna join.

Knight Rider

I know I’m a bit late, but here’s something I noticed a few days back.

During the night from Wednesday to Thursday, the IOC announced in Guatemala who would hold the Olympic Winter Games in 2014. Salzburg was among the cities that really wanted to hold these games. It didn’t even survive the first round. Austrian chancellor, Salzburg’s mayor and a bunch of other people were quite distraught, but that’s not really what I want to talk about here.

The thing is, during the news, right after it had become clear that Salzburg was out, Austrian television talked to someone from the Austrian delegation who stood in some lobby in Guatemala. I wasn’t really interested in the self-pitty on display, so I scanned the background, and to my utter surprise, what do I see playing on a large plasma-TV? Well, yes, Knight Rider!

So there’s my patriotism. I’m more excited about a crappy old TV-show than the fact that Salzburg once again didn’t make it.

So it’s all over for them now

Finally, the German team has met its master. Will this now make people stop writing one op-ed after the other marvelling at the great, new, careless party-patriotism of the German people?

I do hope so.

On running and failing and biking

As you are a vivid reader of my blog you are well aware of my forays into the world of sports, precisely into the world of running. While it may seem cumbersome and boring to some, running actually quite appealed to me from the start.

For someone who’s not exactly overly competitive, a sport requiring neither a team nor an opponent seemed perfect. Although early dips into the sport were accompanied by near-death experiences, I kept to it. Hell, I even created a damned sports category on here.

At this point, people usually describe how they’ve overcome their initial reluctance to exercise regularly. Well, I won’t step out of line here either. I did overcome my reluctance. But I didn’t overcome the fact that apparently my hip joints think differently. I don’t know why it is that way, and if it’s maybe due to me not exercising for the better part of 25 years, which has left me with hip joints ready to be replaced by shiny new titanium ones, but I simply can’t go on running. After my last two tries, I couldn’t walk or get up straight for a week. Which is not desirable when you do in fact have to get up everyday (and sometimes walk).

So, no more running for me. I did some research and asked people who know about things, and have thus decided to pick up riding my bike, as it is, apart from swimming, the sport that’s easiest on joints. Vienna does sport some great places to go biking, so almost everything’s sorted out already. What is not sorted out is the lack of my bike. Unfortunately, bikes do come in quite expensive shapes, and expensive is something I at the moment cannot afford.

So, in order to find a cheap bike, I checked out craigslist.org, but unfortunately, the Vienna branch isn’t really well developed. To be precise, it’s really quite pathetic. So, in a joint effort to both pick up some speed on the Vienna craigslist branch and my plans on getting in shape again, I’ve posted a classified in the bicycles section. Go there and answer my ad if you’ve got a bike (you want to get rid of, of course…no need in telling me that you’ve got a bike if you then don’t want to give it away). Please also keep in mind that although I’d like a cheap bike, it should still sport the most vital parts, so I can actually ride it.

Herminator gets Dooce treatment

Although I’m Austrian, my enthusiasm about mason turned wintersports superstar Hermann “Herminator” Maier has always been rather subdued. Even during the last few days, when everyone including their old and sick Grandma was all excited about Austria winning a shitload of Gold medals, I just couldn’t be arsed to actually check out the whole inane circus. Well, Heather Armstrong did, resulting in quite probably the best characterization of Maier I’ve ever seen. Snip:

His run is crazy; a body that big should not be going that fast without a seat belt. At one point I think I can hear the mountain moan under his weight.

Click here to read the thing in its hilarious entirety (which is really not that much, so don’t worry, you lazy bastards).




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