While pinned between a chorus of crying babies on a flight recently, I had a bit of an epiphany, however I havent come up with a more clever name for my invention then "The Shut up Baby".

The concept is simple enough. Its a large glass orb that fits tightly over the offenders head. Attached to the sound proof dome is a sound converter that translates the piercing cacophony into ether soothing music, or, if you wish, complete silence.

Im gonna make me some millions.

Dayton writes in with another good idea regarding the winter solstice;

"as the date approaches (and I have no idea when, people have just been mentioning it a lot lately) I only have a few choice words, and some choice photos for y'all.
RIDE YOUR BIKE AT NIGHT! Follow the light down the path, just like indiana jones or jesus would.
.d"

Hes right, you know.
Hell- as far as that goes, I think in the last three weeks Ive ridden my bike in the sunlight twice. It wouldnt seem as though Ive really got a choice in the matter.

Our boy Steve Garro sent on a couple of pictures he thought we would enjoy.

Steve thought right. Hey, since noone can ever get enough of Garro, why not stop and spend some time over here.

Google news has done a real service to Bush with this shot.

Saint Paraskevi, meet saint crap face.
What was I saying about 'douchey individuals'?
(You know- Bush.. Not Paraskev.)

As long as were on the topic of guys who wear circles on their heads, heres one for you.

Everybody knows two things friends are never to discuss are politics and religion, and there I went breaching the sanctity of that particular rule.
The only thing that can probably fix my blunder is to bring up new uses for bacon.

This just showed up on my computer..

Those Italians sure are thoughtful folks.

Now, just to kill some space, heres a photo of GSD doing some of what he did best.

Tina B sent this item onto us about Dave Mustaines new brand of coffee that "gets him up in the morning, and keeps him shreddin' all day long".
JMac was wondering how he copes with his coffee being 'only the second best in the world'.

Now if youve seen Metallicas 'Some Kind of Monster' youll understand the reference. If not, then run out to rent it so you can witness grown men making complete asses of themselves.

So theres these two guys in New York. Ones a film maker and the other ones...Um.. The other one does something else for a living. Thats not important- What is important however is the fact that they sometimes sit at a bar and get drunk together, drawing pictures of Garfield in every conceivable variation, hense their websites name- Garfieldvariations.com.
They claim that no matter what you draw, as long as you include those adorable eyes and some black triangles, that it will, in fact resemble everybodies favorite lasagna eating, Monday hating feline.

What are a couple of my personal favorites, you ask?
Well Kareem Abdul-Jabarfield, natch.

..And probably downsyndromefield.

They accept anyones representations, so as long as youre sitting at work, be productive, and draw your own 'whiskybottlefield' or 'Nerf gun-field'.
(These two items come to mind simply due to the fact that they both are sitting on my desk right now.)
See how easy that is?

In other parts of the country, you get feeds by a lovely thing in a two piece. In The Bay Area you get soggy dollars, transvestites, and beer spit in your face.

Im moving to other parts of the country.

Yesterday in the mail we got the standard array of crap. Bills, a couple of returns. ..You know, the usual- with the exception of the first contribution to our wall of shame from a young man named Cheever.

Its coming along nicely.

COs been laying low since the Cru Jones interview. Something about being hounded by major media outlets for his journalistic expertise, but I did just get this snippet as to what hes been up to as of late;

"Yesterdays small victory: Being told I look like a bum by a 6 year old."

Always striving for new heights, CO. Always striving for new heights....

After linking the UCI petition the other day, and then experiencing a round about series of synapse misfirings, it got me to thinking about an email I received from a delightful young lady from somewhere East of here. Wed sent a box of various and assorted items of clothing, as well as a complete Sanchez to a race organizer for an event he was throwing and lo and behold, 6 months later, we get a thank you of sorts from one of the competitors.

"That (name of race removed to protect the innocent) race that has "such a cool flier" was won by two women. and what'd we get? an x-large gay ass swobo shirt. nah, the only two girls that race couldn't possibly beat 20 guys. never.

you guys fu*king blow."

Thats a nice way to start the day.
I explained to her that we didnt pick who got what, and that she should probably take it up with the organizer, and please, by all means if what she ended up winning didnt fit, to simply send it back and wed happily replace it for her.
Eventually she wrote back, apologized, repeated the advice I gave her, and then said she shouldnt have linked her website.

It always feels good to give back to the kids.

Anyhoody, its raining, Ive got no Christmas presents for anybody except my sister (whos getting a bunch of Poison Oak treatments, as last I heard, her face was swollen and blistered), weve still got a ton of work ahead of us on the S.S Swobo, so Im relying on you to make up your own Wednesday Night Ride report.

Signing off from the margins,