He had a dream.

It’s not often that I acknowledge mainstream holidays, as I prefer to celebrate more eclectic occasions such as the day D.B. Cooper highjacked an airplane, and with a suitcase full of money, jumped out into Oregon’s night sky never to be seen again (Nov. 24th, 1971). Or the date that ‘Smokey and The Bandit’ hit the theaters (May 27th, 1977). However I feel the need to tip a hat to Dr. Martin Luther King on his day and say “I think we could have totally partied together.”

I believe that he was a decent man, and a genuinely good human being, and I hope that wherever he is, he’s happy with the knowledge that his words and actions helped change the world for the better.
And now to totally disgrace those words and clumsily fall into the day to day, I offer one more plate of random flotsam from the mail bag. Why not go big and kick today’s installment off with an email from Richardson?
Since you’ve got the
men who cut their own…
bad sweaters…
people of walmart….
and the like-
you should probably have this too.
Women With Moustaches.

My guess is that at this stage in the game, there is a website covering just about every single topic.
That is I suppose, with the exception of beach trash..
Yeah.. I’m pretty sure there’s not.. Umm, Oh,… My bad. Apparently there’s one for them too;
I’m reasonably sure that a majority of the photos on that site have been taken around Southern California’s Venice Beach. I’m also fairly certain that though the site may have been inspired by my very favorite television show of all time, ‘The Jersey Shore’, there is more than enough beach trash in Venice to fill several dozen websites.
I remember when going to the beach was a magical experience.
What the hell happened?
Moving on.. Here are a couple links that have been floating around on my ‘to do list’. The first being an extra ordinarily awesome example of street justice.
If you don’t think that the ear to ear grin will break your face, I might recommend that you read that one twice.
Now I remember stumbling across this next one some time ago, and fortunately I seem to have retraced my steps, as I found it again.
For your approval, here is a short, but creepy camping story.
Is this an urban legend? Something akin to the couple coming home from vacation where they had discovered their hotel room had been broken in to? Apparently nothing was taken, but upon developing their photographs, came to discover that their tooth brushes had been molested by said non-burgeler’s buttholes.
Anyway you slice it, it’s rad as long as it happens to someone else.
Of course after lounging around the Liquid Astronaut for a spell, I fell headlong into Rad Dudes(dot)com where I found this shot;
Good god, the internet is a slippery slope.
Back on course, I will now re-enter my nearly barren inbox.
Going all the way back to November, I got an email from Michael concerning the expansion of vocabulary, ensuring his daughter’s doom and of course, unicorns;
Having never been in contact before I finally feel compelled to impart some information that you might find of interest.Today’s unicorn image reminded and inspired me to send along these photos of that in which my daughter has been portaging her homework this school year. The cover has a pointer that spins (much like roulette) and the only thing that the code on the inside cover seems to lack is the word ‘sometimes’ under number ten.
On another note, my predilection for reading your posts has led to the frequent verbal use of the word ‘radtarded’. Hence, the aforementioned daughter has made it her mission to spread the good word throughout our cozy California mountain town school district. I’ll keep you posted on that one as I’m hoping to hear it grossly misused in the grocery store aisle soon.
In closing I want to add that this crazy-a$$ed parent is proud to be letting (forcing?) that same daughter run rampant through the world with just but her white blood cells, immune system, and schwinn jenny – just in case you’re keeping track.
keep up the good work.
Michael – brother in unemployment
P.S. – My upcoming Thanksgiving road trip to Wyoming promises at least one more photo that I have wanted to send you for a long time…”

Regardless of the fact that I sometimes lag on posting correspondences such as these in a timely fashion, they are always appreciated. I would also like to note that in honor of Michael’s image, this weekend I not only raced with the wind and posed on a windy cliff, but I went the extra mile and chased a rainbow, just for the hell of it.
Woah, and speaking of rainbows, have you gotten a load of what’s going on over at Ritte?
Holy mother of God.
Luckily the quick trigger finger of Brian Hodes from Velo Images snapped a shot of this poor lady crashing her bicycle just as it was happening.
Brian’s image is full of grace and elegance, unlike this shot Forrest Arakawa took of me for the Bike Magazine piece;
I’m pretty, but not that pretty.
You also might want to note what is my very most favorite aspect of this photograph; my sunglasses, with bags packed, are heading for the hills;
Those were the best of times, those were the worst of times, and I have yet to receive so much as a postcard from the little buggers.
Now then.. As we all know, sometimes necessity is in fact the mother of invention. Well Matt got ahold of me a while back with a photograph illustrating that very idea;
“hey stevil. first time caller, long-time listener. last night we cooked hot dogs on a rake. MEAT RAKE.”
That’s alot of love right there.
In other news of the whatever, Crank sent an email showing that the snowing will result in no slowing;
“Frick it. Heading home 6pm during the storm. Got to love studded tires. Enjoy the rain.”
Another email that arrived was one from The Sticker Robot concerning an order of stickers that I just recently had printed for our friends at Hunter Cycles;
Upon seeing the design Mr. Hunter flatly stated, “I know you like Burt and all, but maybe next time we could do something involving Lee Marvin?”
At any rate, if you’d like to get your hands on some of these, I’d say they should be in Rick’s hands in the next week or so.
Next up is an image that Tina B sent of what very well could be the first hand up in history;
I can only hope that in the wake of their brilliance, the rest of us have done this pioneering couple proud.
Finally, I would like to thank ace photog Morgan Meredith for the use of his image as this week’s header.
If I know J.P.H.N.H. like I think I know J.P.H.N.H., his denial of a Bud Light Lime hand up was no accident.
A man has to have standards, after all.
If I haven’t mentioned it recently, thank you very much for your continued support of AHTBM, and your repeated visits. Aside from filling me with feelings of warm goodness, it proves that each of you have outstandingly questionable taste.
I hope as always that everyone had great weekends.
Now that it’s Monday, all you have to do is look busy for 40 hours before you can do it all over again.

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10 Responses to “He had a dream.”

  1. mullah bin makdag January 18, 2010 at 5:42 am #

    Jeezuz man. Go to bed

  2. Tim January 18, 2010 at 9:21 am #

    Also in honor of Rad Dudes and MLK Jr. Day:

  3. Patrick January 18, 2010 at 11:48 am #

    Damn it! My girlfriend saw the WWUD and now I have to make her one… oh well rainy day project.

  4. ajmiac January 18, 2010 at 11:52 am #

    Impale Evil Things!!!

  5. Colin January 18, 2010 at 12:07 pm #

    Considering the bike, I thought Bud Light w/Lime was quite the choice of beer(?) to hand up…

  6. Rocky January 18, 2010 at 2:20 pm #

    thanks for the link man.
    that butthole/toothbrush story was in a book. hmm, can’t remember exactly. maybe bonfire of the vanities?

  7. Case January 18, 2010 at 2:50 pm #

    I nuzzled a newborn this weekend, right before I got my legs waxed. Yeah, it was that kind of night. Also, I just purchased the DANK Bags-mobile during my trip to Seattle. It will now be known as “Crackah”. It even made it back down to Portland. Good times.

  8. Aussie Mudrat January 18, 2010 at 3:33 pm #

    The “official” birthday of the beer can is January 24, 1935. That’s the day cans of Krueger’s Finest Beer and Krueger’s Cream Ale first went on sale in Richmond, VA

  9. dpow January 19, 2010 at 11:02 pm #

    Just realized Parkin is riding the sh*tbike in that MM header photo.

  10. The Neil January 20, 2010 at 2:02 pm #

    What Would A Unicorn Do internets spinner: http://boingboing.net/images/WWUD.swf
    there goes the rest of my work day.