In the very limited time Ive spent in his presence, I can say with complete honesty that he is obviously a extraordinary individual, with a very sweet disposition and the heart of a giant.
One day I hope that I can be half the man that Bobby is.

Just so you all know, in regards to finding a co-host here on The Bummer Life, we have finally made a pitch to a specific individual, however, just after said pitch was made, the person in question got swallowed up with pre-existing obligations, and had to handle those affairs first.
There is a password and all of the party favors that are included in the co-hosts able hands, so one of these days we just may hear from them, however until then, Im afraid youre stuck with me.
I should ad that I genuinely appreciate all of the folks that pled their cases with us, and that there are some talented folks out there reading this thing.
Why they waste their time with it, I dont know, and I guess is another story, but just the same Im really glad they do.

Weve got this guy out in Chicago named Newt who acts as a sort of Windy City liaison to us. Well after reading the article in the new issue of ROAD Magazine about Michael Ball and his band of Rock Racing fancy pantses, he decided that throwing the horns really is a dead gesture and has graced us with a far better form of acknowledging The Dark One. Any time I feel the need to throw horns in any general direction, I stop, and take a lap around the warehouse on our new mascot.
Everybody, meet 'Kiss' the goat.

Plus hes handy to have around just in case I happen to throw some garbage on the ground.

We got into a little bit of a name game last week in which we were noting folks with funny names. Well while wasting time on the internet recently, I saw that there was someone named Tiny Hooker, which reminded me of a talented fella I went to school with. Now it should understood while this doozy wasnt his birth name, he did have it legally changed when he was 21. Give your eyeballs a break and take a gander at the work of Mr. Poopy Lickles.
How in the midst of naming funny names Poopy could have escaped me is a mystery.
He really should have been at the top of the list.

Im sure you all are on pins and needles concerning the winner of this weeks haiku contest. If not, lets refresh. On Monday I requested one be written as an appropriate accompaniment to this picture of GenO.

After a huge amount of a little bit of deliberation, the winning entry for the Soulcraft gift bomb comes in the form of this;

"Seamus O'Seamus:
Paints the face, rides like the wind.
Why? It's the water."

'What the Hell?...' is most likely your response, and youre not far off the mark.
But the reason this resonated with us is simple. It doesnt have much to do with anything.
Just like GenO.

Well that and the fact that he included a kick ass limerick, which reminded me that I like limericks better than Haikus anyhow.

And that my friends is why Gabe is soon gonna be dressed to impress.
Dont fret though, for theres a new contest around the corner thats going to blow doors on this little piss ant challenge.

Another Wednesday has come and gone, and I was quite looking forward to this one, as ether the weather had been wet, Id been unhealthy, or physically incapacitated for the last several in a row, but wouldnt you know, just as Im flowing through the trees, my body and mind acting as one, I round a corner and got absolutely leveled by a really, really big guy on a really, really big full suspension rig hauling ass in the opposite direction.
Dazed, I checked to see if everything was still attached, and aside from my left shoulder, which apparently took the brunt of the impact, I think Im gonna survive, aside from the fact that he knocked my soul out of my being.
I can only hope I inflicted at least a tiny amount of similar damage to him.

However up until that point things were pretty sweet, and later I presented Hightower his trophy for last years feats of strength competitions.

Theres a local business called Brinks that makes all kinds of cool trophies and placards and whatnot and were very accommodating when I called and asked them to make something appropriately ugly for me.

The funny part was when I took it out of my bag, everybody groaned at the sight, and were even more bummed assuming that this travesty was a result of the collision, but then immediately recanted said groan when I explained that this was actually how it was supposed to look.

Then finally on the way home, Demonika wadded it up and slid into home on her face, leaving the final score;

Fate- 2, and us- zilch, zip, zero..a big fat goose egg,.. just like the one on her forehead.

Well, perhaps the most positive way of looking at it is that we hadnt made a deposit in that particular bank in a while.
I guess we were over due.

Weve got ourselves some Arnica, some ice packs, and a few days until we can do it all over again.

Lastly, Im gonna lay this bit of mail on you that showed up on Wednesday morning;

The Letter;

My collection of post it notes, as Diamond Dave looks on;

This job is so kick ass sometimes....

Well, this concludes the week without The Skipper, and El Corpo, and for a little while, Sky. Im gonna say that Erin the maven and I held it down pretty well, in spite of ourselves. The Bummer Life blog ended up not sucking too badly, We hardly alienated any customers, I only broke down in a fit of hysterical sobbing twice, exclaimed the F word about three trillion times, finished a painting, almost got killed by a fellow mountain biker and got a painting of David Lee Roth.

All in all, Id say the the bummer life aint got nothin'- I repeat NOTHIN' on me.

Its Friday.
You know what to do.