Seriously, I blew my own mind on this thing this week, and if you dont think so, then allow me to be the first to say that youre wrong.

"The Shut up Baby"?
The wolf guy?
Bacon cookies?
Kareem Abdul-Jabarfield?

Comeon now, say it... 'Perfection'.
Thats not to say however, that my virtual life and my personal life are in parallel. No sir. In reality, my day to day existence is one of sleeping too little, working too much, and wearing underpants with holes in them, all of which tends to lead me to constantly being on the verge of buying a broken down pickup truck, a pack of menthols, and a fat stack of lottery tickets.... Its a genuine shambles, I tell you.
But do you know what breaks those seemingly impenetrable clouds of despair?

Friday.

Not just the movie, (although that sometimes does the trick as well), but that golden ray of end-of-the-week promise. A marker for two days of sleeping in, tuning out, and getting rad.

Just like these guys.

You can bet that if this shot was in color, youd see a whole boat load of orange in there, and perhaps even a bunny suit..

I dont have a whole heck of a lot on deck for today, so Ill break it down quickly.

What caption for Petes photo is better than just simply 'Sov'?

The aforementioned and I had a brief phone conversation yesterday, during which he asked how Denzel and Captain Morgan were fairing, and it occured to me that their presence has been neglected here as of late.
Captain Morgan, the visually more sturdy of the pair has hit the high road without so much as a goodbye. Denzel on the other hand put down steaks where the Captain once resided and is weathering out the storm, braving freezing temperatures, and blustery rain.

Hes truly a tough soul, if there ever was one.

The bikes as well as the threads have been flying out of the door, and the warehouse looks a little bit like a bomb has recently detonated. Carnage of empty boxes, and packing materials are everywhere. Its a war zone and if I didnt know better, judging by the abundance of panicked phone calls received recently requesting overnight shipments, Id say that Swobo is controlling whether or not Christmas will actually happen this year.
You all can sleep easy this weekend knowing that The Skipper and myself have bloodied our fingers and broken our backs ensuring that it will in fact arrive on schedule, which is more than we can say for Santa.

That Folsom up there might just be my new steed. You know, Ive had my eye on that piece for some time, but the care package I just got from CO might very well be the icing that that particular cake is in need of.

Though he probably wouldnt admit it in public, Corey the courier laid some seasons greetings on us.

Upon arriving home last evening I opened up my mail box and much to my pleasure found copies Heavy Metal Parking Lot and Air Guitar Nation had arrived for my viewing pleasure.
It looks like Ive got a full evening of quality programming in my future.

Ive searched high and low for an adequate Friday Hero this week, and aside from my initial candidate of
Hurl who sent me a care package containing an extraordinarily old sandwich and an intriguing looking film by the name of 'Perversions #25', I think I may have found one who goes by the name of Paul Karason.

My man might have a bright future playing drums in Vegas.

You didnt see that one coming now did you?
Have a good weekend everybody.