If you’ve ever found yourself wondering what the world looks like from my perspective, this video representation that Mitch Kline sent on, just about sums it up;
The voices in my head taste like apple juice.
Seconds later, I get this email from my old friend Ashley, who from this point forward will be known by her college nickname ‘Heavy Metal Cookie Head’. (No telling what substances were being abused when that one came about.)
“I was thinking about getting you a Soul Portrait for Christmas… but it’s sort of spendy”
If that’s what my soul looks like, then I most certainly am on the fast track to Hell.
Which if, by the way, there is such a place, I suspect it to look a little bit like this;
No time to repent like the present.
It’s winter time and much like the weather outside, when it rains, it pours, so we might as well keep the good times rolling with this piece from Ray.
Why, it’s the Hood Thong™, of course.
Everybody knows that you loose somewhere between 7 to 50% of your body heat out of the top of your head, so with the temperatures dropping, it’s good to dress smart.
Kinda like the Mother Chick.
It is probably no coincidence that within a matter of seconds of receiving that piece of fashion forward news that I get this next one from Loudass;
TIGER VS. EAGLE ROMANCE!!!!!!!!!!
Tiger: Does this place have cable?”
See.. When I get hurt, it’s you all who I force to suffer with me.
You might wonder why it is, after having the overwhelmingly positive relationship with all of you that I have these last many years, that I would do something like this to you now.
The truth of the matter is that I am going to be away for the next week, and I needed something powerful to burn into your retinas so as to prevent you from forgetting about me in my absence.
This post might just have done the trick.
I suppose I should also mention that if anyone is to order any of the AHTBM goods, the order needs to be placed before 3:00ish Friday the 11th, or there will a bit of a lag on my part as I wont be here to fill it until my return, so as my dispatcher used to be fond of saying to me “get hot, fat slug.”
To reiterate, Pay Pal to email@example.com, the prices are listed under the photos on Flickr, shipping is a few bucks… So on and so fourth.
In a quick entry for the ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ file, from Thuul I got this unimaginable piece of genius;
That sensation that you’re experiencing right now? That’s called staring blankly in disbelief though your computer screen.
I know it well.
I want to take a second and thank my homie Michael from Bike Blog NYC for including my wares in his recent holiday gift guide. It’s an honor to be included in such an array of trick stuff.
And speaking of which, the cats at Mission Workshop have completely changed the rules of the game with their newest offering of The Vandal;
Though I couldn’t tell you why the fellow depicted would have to ride all the way from the outer Sunset to The Mission for Red Stripe and a watermelon.
I have it on good authority that both items are readily available in his neighborhood.
Good luck to all of those making their way to Bend this weekend to engage in the seriousness of cyclocross style athletic pursuits, and of course this means that it’s all over again until next year.
That is unless you live in these parts and you wanna get in on Mr. Gill’s Peak Season series, which are always pretty great on account of cause it doesn’t actually begin raining around here until about Mid-December anyway, so if you haven’t had enough of ruining the races for everybody, then you have that to look forward to.
Or, if you have some left over base miles to cash in and just haven’t gotten enough of flaunting your falsely perceived importance as a bicycle racer, then that’ll work also.
For lack of not only a better image, but any image whatsoever from said Peak Season races, I’ll simply include, as well as conclude today’s post with this totally unrelated visual I made in anticipation for my 40th birthday;
If you know, then you know..
You might even be there.
We’ll se you all again on the week of the 21st.