Keep the good times rolling.
First he’d beat up some water…
And then he’d shake the hell out of some ass, of course.
I could watch that all day.
As proven by this as well as recent posts, gif files are a new chip on my shoulder that I feel lends an air of sophistication to this site that was previously absent.
Please tell me if you think I’m wrong, so I can then tell you that I’m not. Nothing says ‘class’ like a repetitive clip of gyrating spandex on a loop.
The last person who should be referred to when mentioning class is Captain Dave but he recently sent me a flyer for a bicycle related athletic event occurring this weekend in the utopia of Portlandia that I promised him I would post;
If this is of interest to you, please refer to the larger version of the image that’s kept right here on the AHTBM Flickr page.
It promises to be a goodn’.
At this juncture I feel the need to excuse myself, for you see since Saturday I have had the consistent feeling as though I am drunk. At first it was not a lot unlike a blood sugar crash, something with which I am all too familiar. The difference this time was that even after I had food in my system, the sensation didn’t go away. I am on day four and a half of feeling dizzy and somewhat out of sorts, and as awesome as this might sound, the truth of the matter is, that it really isn’t.
I like being drunk as much as anybody, and the fact that I have had this sensation for days straight without spending so much as a dime within the confines of a bar is killer, but enough is enough. I mention this to you for two reasons. One, if I happen to meander away from whatever point I’m making with more frequency than usual, this is the reason. Two, if I happen to pass away in the night from a weird air-borne mold infection, you can say “that was strange. He totally called it”, and having stories like that are generally pretty awesome.
Old age is rad and while we have broached the subject of old age, and its radness, I would like to present you this entirely not safe for work clip from Lewis CK’s new show, ‘Louie’.
The pre to post middle aged male segment of my readership (nearly all of us, I would guess) will most certainly be able to appreciate Louis’ sentiment, as will the lone 19 to 26 year old woman who holds a similar twisted appreciation.
Before my brain began rejecting my body, I was able to embark on a recent adventure with Mr. Blacklsocks, during which time we ended up riding with a larger group of miscreants. As I occasionally do, at some point during said adventure, I laid my bicycle upon the ground and took some photos;
In this final shot of Sean, I am torn between the two titles of “This Is How I Stood As I Was Robbed” or “I Can’t Believe I Ate The Whole Thing”.
Or possibly some combination of the two.
In other news of bikes and riding them, along with an assortment of others, my old friend JMac and I are fixing to go on a long journey here in a scant eight weeks, and while my fitness hasn’t given me pause, it was an issue with J. As such, he has been not only been riding ridiculous amount of miles, but it appears as though he returned to his former life as a gym rat;
When J’s fitness is on point, he’s a hard act to follow.
As you’ve come to learn, this site is a multi-facited one. I prefer to shine a spotlight on as many topics as I can, so as to not fall down the one trick pony rabbit hole. First and foremost however, it is the bicycle that brought all here together, and it occurred to me that with the grand Tour over two weeks deep at this point, I have uttered nary a peep about any of it.
I think the time to right that wrong is now, as I present you the single Tweeted summery of my insights thus far;
That right there is what we in the business call ‘journalistic integrity’.
As we gaze out over the horizon at the setting sun, I present you with this last bit of fodder that was sent to me from Ray.
Before you get into it, I should mention that the video title pretty much sums up what transpires therein.
Some days you’re the chimp, some days you’re the frog.
There’s still no word on what PETA has to say about any of this.
Nightmares for everybody!
I feel like the frog 5 days of the week.
I vote for “I Can’t Believe I Ate The Whole Thing”
Hey Steve, thought this may be of interest to you considering a previous post and your obvious influences. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-10709321
Radial lacing? Really? Sean looks light enough, but I’d sure hate to see him feel “froggish”.
My boss just frogged with with some extra paperwork.
frog. Al Gore’s internet rocks!
I will have way worse nightmares caused by the Muscles from Brussels doing the boog-a-loo than from that depraved primate!
Did that chimp buy the frog at the local
“adult superstore” or did he steal it from the reptile/amphibian house at the zoo?
Wow, that JCVD video is crazy gay. And I mean that literally, as well as in the pejorative sense.
Turing Word: As Grackles. In a sentence: “JCVD looks like he’s suffering from a bad case of the As Grackles in that video.”
I am crying from laughing so hard. I am so glad that I am not that frog.
Thanks for the joy.
Hey Stevil, please get yourself checked out. Might be the diabetes.