The only thing about this clip taken from The Holeshot that I can relate to is everything except being skilled on a bike.
Yep.. The rest of it I’ve got a lock on.
So, hey there everybody. Happy Monday and stuff. How was it?
Times here are bitchin. I have finally gotten moving on the AHTBM kits again and with any luck should have a preliminary design ready for display at some point here in the near future.
I’m not entirely sure how to go about selling them, because obviously I’m unable to buy a whole big stock of kits and then sit on them, so I’m toying with the idea of doing pre-orders for a four week window. Then, at the end of that month I place the order, use the cash I have on hand to pay for it, and for those who didn’t get in on it, they’re out of luck until the next run comes around.
Certainly if folks have any ideas on the matter, I am all ears but at this point I can’t figure out a better way to handle it.
Let’s see.. what else? Oh, I think last weekend actually broke my liver, so in honor of this event, I have quit drinking.
This isn’t like a couple of years ago when I quit, and the entire time all I wanted to do was drink a beer.. This time I actually feel ok about it. I’m only a week in so we’ll see how it pans out, but so far it feels good to be dried out.
The dwindling 36 pack in my refrigerator will just have to wait for my return.
Thanks for letting me get all of that off my chest.
Let’s get into some business now, shall we?
Here’s one for the peeps in the Midwest again. Now, I’m sure that you’ve heard about the hullabaloo concerning the Milwaukee bike polo players getting ousted from the parking garage in which they practiced and the incarcerations that followed. Well, in order to raise funds for a legal defense, as well as to attempt to acquire a legal spot in which to practice, they’ve gone ahead and gotten crafty;
My favorite quote from the bit linked above was this;
“I had been arrested at 5:30pm. I was lucky to be the first released, some did not make it out until 4am. In the end, four college students, four college graduates, an Artist, two bicycle mechanics and new player were arrested for the police to find absolutely nothing. No drugs were found, no warrants were issued, not a damn thing.”
Obviously the entire debacle is a sham, but the artist probably had it coming.
Speaking of rabble rousers, The Likable Douchebag contacted me with this curious bit of slight fibbery;
The missing link between Hippie and Punk Rocker
Rock Against Racism was held in DC and advertised in the Yipster Times. The Clash played this that summer.
This publication was later used at my trial where I was convicted of assault and battery after I and an accomplice pied a fascist high school vice principal.
I was tried as an adult because…well, I was 20. But my record was be wiped clean after I pulled a weekend in a Virginia county lockup where I started a hunger strike protesting sour apples used in the pie Aunt Bee sent to my cell block. That old bitch was mean as hell and couldn’t cook for shit and I wanted the world to know. But the revolt was squashed when the riot squad took away everyones library cards.
After all of these years it would appear as though I might be the last person to find out that The Likable Douchebag was in Cheap Trick.
In regards to this past Saturday’s ‘One For The Weekend’ that Duncan sent me, I got to thinking about a website I’ve long since lost track of. For years I’ve been a huge fan of Dan Savage and his widely circulated Savage Love column. About five or six years ago, it turned me on to a website that was easily one of the top five most disturbing, yet incredible things I’ve ever seen on the internet, (and I’m reasonably sure I’ve seen them all). It was a complete boutique for men who wanted to not only dress as women, but the costumes that they supplied were entire latex women’s bodies, complete with all of the external bits and pieces.
Some of the units were essentially rubber one piece bathing suits, while the more extensive ones came complete with arms, legs and digits. Think ‘Buffalo Bill’ from ‘Silence of The Lambs’ and you get the idea.
“It puts the lotion in the basket” indeed.
The website also chronicled an expo held in Florida (go figure) attended by throngs of individuals who all appeared as though they had gutted anyone from Supergirl to Mae West and then slipped into their skins and clothing.
Of course my initial reaction was that I wanted to get one because I couldn’t think of a quicker way to ruin a party than to show up looking like a fashionably post-modern Ed Gein.
Unfortunately I’ve lost track of the site an can only find information about the masks, which while extremely disturbing all unto themselves, barely scratch the surface of what I’m describing.
*Editor’s note* By George, I think I found it. As it turns out, I’ve been sitting on the site this entire time, the expo was actually in Georgia, and if you dare, the photos can be found here.
Holy cow, humanity can be a cracked egg.
Now then.. As I type these words, I can’t help but think of an email I recently received from my mom in which she described my dad finally breaking out of his technological shell and spending a little time on the internet. She said she credited All Hail The Black Market in part, because as it turns out he actually has begun coming here and reading on a regular basis.
Now every time I write something like this, I can’t help but picture my dad, sitting at the computer laughing nervously and rubbing his forehead wondering just what kind of a deviant he helped raise.
To that I can only say “the best kind”.
But just so my dad knows, as I always have, I’m living life on the straight and narrow. Besides, the prices of the masks and those skin suits are far to prohibitive anyhow, so he needn’t worry about any unpleasant Holiday surprises.
Moving onto more wholesome topics.. I’ve never made any secret of my love of sketchbooks, though recently maintaining my own has been somewhat akin to starting fire with a jug of water. That being said my appreciation for the work of others never falters and as such was overjoyed by the recent discovery of New York artist Tommy Kane’s Flickr page.
Investigating further, not only was I taken with his drawings, but became enthralled with his other work as well. So it is now that I humbly induct into the hallowed halls of Art That Doesn’t Suck, Mr. Tommy Kane.
Now I guess really the only way to finally pull this edition out of the fire is to end with some bike related nonsensery. Still a little weary of my wrist for a full blown off-road ride (and the fact the trails continue to be a full blown quagmire), I adjourned on a road ride this weekend, destination unknown. Ultimately, and unfortunately for my bike’s drivetrain, the expedition took a turn for the dirt, and of the 40 or so miles I covered, probably about half of them were of the unpaved kind;
Though I tend not to be such a huge fan of mashing a 48×11 up some of those climbs, I do enjoy smelling the proverbial roses, and at the snail pace I was going, didn’t really have any choice in the matter. Once I got back into civilization I even took a detour to check out how my handiwork was holding up;
All I can say is that it appears to be, though probably somewhat in need of a little extension.
Come to think of it, as you are reading this that is probably what I’m doing.
If you happen to be out and about in these neck of the woods, keep your eyes peeled.
Even if you’re not in these neck of the woods, make a date with yourself to do some trail maintenance of your own soon.
Tis the season, don’t you know? All you need is a shovel and a folding saw.
And if you wanna make it interesting, don’t forget your rubber mask.