I ended up in some sort of bottomless pit of 1990s female pop videos last night on the tubes. It took the better part of an hour to escape but here are some highlights (or lowlights depending on your optimism).
(remember Freddie Prinzzzze Junior?)
But luckily it all came around when the related videos finished with Mazzy Star, including Tarentino being freaked out, as we all were, by Kennedy.
I got this amazing opportunity to go to Croatia back in 2002 to ride trials with some fellow Ammurricans and zee Germans. It was a ridiculously cool experience and it certainly changed my life in the sense that it took me out of my white-bread high school surroundings and showed me that the real world is out there. Also that people out there have real problems like “A decade ago, my house was blown up during a bloody civil war but now we’ve rebuilt and kept moving forward” instead of “Whaaa, my dad made me pay for my own haircut last week!”
The hotel where we stayed was called Stella Mare and it was great. Teo was the guy who owned it and he and his family ran the place and cooked amazing fresh food for us and just generally made sure we felt welcome and right at home. He was such a great and caring person and I miss the place. He’s the smooth headed fellow on the right.
He arranged for me to be set up for an interview with the Croatian news after we did a big trials demo in the town square in Jelsa.
I got to spend some time with some good people from back home like Ryder Okumura and Tony “Hella” Fernandez.
And certain got my ass handed to me by plenty of German riders.
And got to know a few of them like Maurice and Felix (not pictured as he was paradoxically too smooth for light to reflect off of him).
I’ll go back someday, maybe to retire.
Probably won’t be retiring any time soon though thanks to this stupid BFA I have…
I went away. But now I’m back.
Speaking of backs: I got a hole cut into mine and had a couple kidney stones removed from my thorax the other week. One of them was about the size of a jolly rancher according to the doctor. They sent it off to a lab to be cut up and analyzed so I don’t even think they will let me have it back to make a sweet necklace from it or anything. So that’s why I’ve been addicted to pain killers lately and just generally not being a productive member of society. On the plus side, now I might be able to go for a jog without shaking a sharp chunk of rock inside my sweet tender little kidney so much that I bleed a bunch on my insides for several days.
In other news, I made a bike video a while ago but never really bothered to post it for a month. Then I forgot I had this blog thing and am posting it here now very late. Mark over at Clean posted it a while ago and is the main reason the video even has any traffic at all.
And that’s just about all my news. My lady is out of town for work and I’m pretty bored (plus hooked on pain pills).
Next ten years should be interesting.
Sure fire way to bring on winter is to go ahead and get a bike that you actually are pumped to ride…
Video to come soon after the snow melts a little.
Every single time that my girlfriend’s dog stumbles or misses a step, I ask her, “Bitch, why you trippin?”
Here’s what she looks like when we dress her as a hipster:
Still want one of these pretty bad.
When giants sleep, little critters can come and eat off their table and also poop on their food which gives the giants hanta virus and kills them.
It will be sad when Kodak goes away. Not that I’ll miss Kodak but that I’ll miss the film options.
“Its current chairman, Antonio Perez (a former executive at Hewlett-Packard, another company riding on bald tires), said last month on announcing Kodak’s dismal third-quarter results that he’s delighted in the profit prospects for its inkjet printers. But does anybody else out there think that desktop printing is a growth market?”
There’s this relatively famous t-shirt design or something where this triangle hits on another one and most people look at that and they go “Ah shucks!” but I have always felt like something wouldn’t have gone right with those triangles.
Last night as I was dozing off to sleep, I realized exactly how this scenario would play out.
I think that you will find that to be most plausible. The acute triangle obviously has to be some popular cheerleader type girl, while the obtuse triangle is a pudgy, awkward nerd with a heart of gold, despite having been picked on for his entire life. This is something that no one at school has ever bothered to find out about about old obtusey because they focus on his poor complexion, the fact that he lacks a strong male figure in his life because he was raised by an overworked single mom, and his lack of athletic ability, explained by a flashback of him at the free-throw line with heavy sweat pouring from his brow, not from vigorous activity, but from pure nervous anxiety… he totally airballs the free throw and probably knocks over a lunch-lady carrying a big vat of gravy, and everyone laughs at him in malice except for a young representation of acute-triangle girl who is holding back her giggles just enough to show that she’s not trying to hurt his feelings. Years later, the pudgy nerd finally gets up the gumption to ask this acute triangle out on a date after getting a pep-talk from a traveling jazz musician one night at the county fair about how life’s for the living and grabbing the bull by the horns and so on (on a side note- it’s probably not wise to take life advice from a homeless guy that can play a trumpet really well despite missing several teeth- oh yeah, the “traveling” musician is missing a few teeth). But timing has never been the obstuse’s thing so he does the bold act right when this rigid, dumb jock of a right triangle boyfriend comes up and whisks her off to watch his football practice. Also, in my imagination, the right-triangle has a a dad with a crew-cut and a drinking problem that is vaguely addressed but never really resolved.
(That’s a tear in the second frame, by the way. I just can’t draw very well.)
For the lady.