Forgive us, gentle reader, for we have sinned. As Extreme Telecommuters, we sometimes like to pretend that we're above temptation, but we're not. If you cut us we bleed, if you hit us we bruise. If you sing the songs from Oklahoma! to us, we ask you to stop, if you don't, we run screaming until we can hear you no more. And, finally, if you put us in front of fast food one too many times, we'll eventually stagger in, order one of everything on the menu, and gorge ourselves like hogs at a slop tray. We can only resist the Pavlovian impulse so long.
So, we experienced a slight fall from grace, but tell me, who in Vegas hasn't? We comforted each other as best we could, reassuring ourselves that we were still there for one another, that we were still good people, and that deep down, it didn't really matter if we were fast food eaters so long as we could respect ourselves. After a few tears shed, we were ready to hit the road again, riding hard for redemption.
| Coming out of Vegas, we saw what was pretty clearly the house of a philosopher with some big ideas for these times. Since philosophy is my hobby, we walked right on up to his door to investigate, maybe see if we couldn't share a few minor cosmic truths. Posted right next to his placard reading, "No Hobbyists, Please," was his Epiphany of the Day. As we left, we took the picture at right to share his wisdom with the world. | 
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Getting back on the road, we saw another sign on the philosopher's house. Apparently not content to let his Epiphany of the Day moulder in some dusty textbook, this daring thinker was turning ideology into action right before our very eyes! We considered offering our support by purchasing a dead cow, but Kristanne pointed out that there wasn't much room left in Otto, and that, besides, it would probably stink a lot, too. Sometimes, it's vitally important to keep your philosophy grounded in common sense. This was one of those times. We left the dead cows to the next spiritual pilgrim who might wander through, and hit the road for the Grand Canyon. |
| Kingman, Arizona, has long been a favorite destination of ours. We once spent an entire evening slicing pepperoni with a Swiss Army knife in a Motel 6 there. You can imagine the stories we could tell about that night...hooo boy! Our love of Kingman was rewarded anew by a friendly mechanic who, while filling our propane tank, happened to notice that our rear left tire (driver's side) was worn bald on the outside. This was a little bit strange seeing as how all the other tires had completely normal wear patterns and weren't even close to being bald. We're not sure why this was happening, but we decided to blame El Nino. It was either that or that ubiquitous Riverdance show, and I hate to blame a musical for bad tires. Unless it's, "South Pacific." I never really liked, "South Pacific," that much, and it probably could cause a bad tire or two. | 
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In any case, this kind fellow popped off our tire and replaced it with the spare and in no time we were on the road again, $10 lighter, but our confidence restored.
| Now, as some of you no doubt noticed, we were a little bit late with the last three episodes of the Office Odyssey. That's because we simply did not have the requisite time to produce this feature with the quality you have come to expect. We fixed all that yesterday, as I spent a marathon session in the back of the van, slaving over the laptop in 100 degree heat as Kristanne drove us ever further into the deserts of Arizona. Working like that does things to you, as you can see from the photograph at right. This is me in full brainlock, trying to remember how to get out of the van and into the CyberCafe in Flagstaff, Arizona, where I can FTP our efforts back to you. Think of this face when you wonder why we might be a few hours late geting new stuff up on to the server -- some of the behind the scenes stuff here on the Odyssey just ain't that pretty. |  |
But that's not the Extreme Shot of the Day. Nosirree. Once we finally arrived at the Ten X campground just outside Grand Canyon, we sat back to relax for a few hard-earned moments before nodding off to sleep. It's here that we got the Extreme Feet Shot of The Day as I worked on some technical writing for my employer. The telecommuting never stops, folks!
Total Miles for 6/29 = 346