Little Angry Cyclists

So the other day I was contemplating my fitness. My evolutionary fitness, that is.

Yes, it has come to that point in my life where I must ask myself if I have produced enough little angry cyclists. From a parenting standpoint the answer to that is most definitely yes. I struggle with one, two may be impossible, let alone three.

From the entertainment standpoint I am thinking probably. Probably enough little angry cyclists. But I have got to say, nothing, and I mean nothing - is more entertaining, unpredictable, and enjoyable than an offspring.

So yeah, I am pretty content with that stuff - but then there is the evolution thing. The way I understand it, the more little angry cyclists I produce the more evolutionarily fit I am. You know, so my little angry cyclists each produce their own little angry cyclists, and they theirs, and so on and so forth until there are so many little angry cyclists and they are all so inbred that they can only mate with other little angry cyclists then we have a whole new angry cyclist species. Then I am evolutionarily fit.

Scary, I know.

I am not doing so stellar. I only have one little angry cyclist. I thought I was being responsible and intelligent only having one. It turns out responsibility and intelligence have nothing to do with evolution. It's all about how many little angry cyclists you can make. I guess that is why the urge to, well, you know - is stronger than the urge to do stuff like study and pay bills.

It's all little disappointing. Evolution was rolling along well till humans came along. I mean we even have surgeries to help prevent evolutionary fitness, which is how I got started thinking about this in the first place.

Isn't it ironic that the people with the 'Jesus fish eating the Darwin fish' on the back of their vehicles are usually driving SUV's or mini-vans with 8 kids inside? Don't you think? It's like ra a ain on your...

Sorry.

And I don't know if rain on your wedding day is ironic. Crappy yes, but ironic? Not so much.