Well, hello there… It’s nice to see you again. On this day I will kick off today’s post with yet another sweet, sweet gif file from our friend Angel;
If you hold your hand up on the screen to block out the car’s rampage, you can get a perfect illustration of what it looks like when I dance. Despite being a white man to the very marrow of my bones, I’m not afraid to shake what it was that my mama gave me.
I would also like to say that upon my initial correspondences with Angel, I was hopeful that ‘she’ was an attractive young woman who had taken a shine to my particular brand of world view regurgitation, though when ‘she’ ultimately sent a photo of ‘herself’, the image turned out to be not unlike me looking into a beard mirror;
You see what I mean?
In news relating to beards only in as far as serial killers like them, and I would Imagine occasionally wear ski masks as well, Kjell sent me this;
“This is a bit dated and might be old news to you, but do you know about Deer Man of Dark Woods?
I like the whole idea of Barrier Kult so much I can almost forgive him for being Canadian.”
If you have the patience to set through the first 60 seconds or so of missteps, I promise it’s worth it.
That is of course if you don’t have a penchant for masked ner-do-wells doing amazing feats of wonderment over, across, and on top of painfully tight transitions, then perhaps you should just go here.
And if that doesn’t do anything for you, then perhaps this will;
In news of the bicycle world, as you may or may not know, the Interbike bicycle trade show extravaganza is nearly upon us once again, and with it, the curious sense of excitement that begins welling up at the thought of getting back to Sin City to slap hands and make moves, that generally dissipates the very moment I step off of the airplane.
As you might remember last year’s show featured one particular night of mayhem that was known as the All Hail The Black Market/Soulcraft Bicycles throw down, and some of you might be happy to know that I am in the process of scheduling something so magical, and so menacing that you might as well just leave your pants at home. I can’t go into much detail on the event as the specifics are just now being sorted out, but you can rest assured that even if you have no involvement in the show at all, you just might want to make the trip to partake in what I’ve got cooking.
It’s gonna be bigger, badder, and 1000% sexier than anything I’ve ever had the good fortune of experiencing before.
That is except for “Biggest, Baddest 1000% Sexy Party” in Jamaica back in 2007.
Speaking of which, Thadeus sent me this little slice of weirdness;
“Don’t know if you saw this, but it’s a good inclination of what’s to become of our types in 20-30 years. Fuck.”
As I responded to him, I just can’t help shaking the feeling that that guy is someone’s dentist, to which he replied;
“Spot on. You may notice that he gets a piece of paper stuck to his arm in the final moments, but is such a bad ass it doesn’t phase him.”
His like a ninja of the middle aged pervert set.
It’s totally unfair that I should transition from the subject of middle aged perverts to Jens Voigt, though if he wants to be one, he can do whatever he wants, but on the Ritte site I came across the Jens Voigt facts.
My favorite by far is;
Jens Voigt once challenged Lance Armstrong to a “who has more testicles” contest. Jens won… by five.
Plus it gives me the opportunity to re-post the highlight of my Photoshopping career;
I love that man.
You know what else I love? When the rare occurrence of taking a photo that doesn’t suck takes place. Case in point? This one of Garvin Blacker;
I’ll tell you something.. Often times a photo can be shot of banal subject matter and depending on the angle, can make said subject matter look great. Garvin is never banal.
The boy can ride a bike better than most.
I also love cüzies, as well as the redirection of their intended purpose. Clearly so does Jose;
“Hey Stevil. Just thought you’d like to know the cuzie can double as a camera case. Well it fits my Lumix well anyways.
I’d been looking for something lightweight to throw the camera in my bag with. This thing works perfectly.
Stylish yet functional.
ps. Obviously a cold beer will always take cuzie precedence.”
Luckily for Jose, his camera will remain frosty and delicious until the time arrises for him to need it.
The last on the list of things I love are Fridays… And dancing poorly, both of which we should all be injecting ourselves in mercilessly just about now.