- Bad Idea Racing - HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

To fully understand (Off)Seasonal Affective Disorder we need to look no further than the VIkings. First a little review about what we already know about Vikings. For years they were content to kill everything within walking distance, but eventually they killed everybody they could find. They got real bored and drank a mess of beer until one smart Viking built a boat. He invited some of his friends to join him on his boat and they ended up in a new place where there were lots of people to kill. They had one crazy summer, and a pretty good fall, but soon enough winter set in and the waters froze over. Shit.

Well the Vikings are not an idle people so they sharpened thier swords, and daydreamed about new ways to dispatch their enemies. They started to consider walking across the ice in search of a new enemy that needed to die violently, but the Viking wives put a stop to that. They told their combatant husbands that they were gone all year, and it wouldn’t hurt for them to stay around the lodge for awhile. Obviously even Viking men listened to their wives as they were able to reproduce for many generations (think about it). So the Viking men took the winter off from the usual killing and death mongering and sat around the lodge drinking beer. Sadly though, the beer eventually couldn’t ward off the pain of withdrawl, and the men sank into a bored stupor. This was the first case of (Off)Seasonal Affective Disorder.

So we all know that I consider myself a single speed Viking of sorts. Now I, like my ancient brethren, am facing the off season. I have beer in the fridge, but I know it’s not enough. My blacksmith is forging a far more effective sword than my current blade, and the wizards are conjuring up some magic that will help me slice down my enemies with haste. I look to the future and see many battles that will be fought, yet it is not enough. I need more, but I will not get it anytime soon. Of course my patient and loving Viking wife is thrilled with the prospect of having me around the lodge more, and she is making domestic plans for my idle hands on a daily basis. It’s been a good year for this killing machine, but reflection on the past does not satiate my hunger for new conquests. Like my fore-fathers I must wait for the ice to break up, and a new batch of kitchen passes to be issued. Waiting is an old man’s game, and I suck at it. I have slipped back into OSAD mode till the time comes to kill again.

Little known Viking fact #1: The anti-depressant drug Zoloft was actually named after a Viking named “Zoloft of Mogadore” who’s  OSAD was so bad that it actually stopped the rotation of the earth for three days.