This little number sauntered though our domain the other day, showing off her new stretchy and stripey body suit that she had just procured.
Digging through my box of goodies to find a suitable parting gift, I pulled out a Damn Yankies shirt that Chevil Kinevil recently sent to me, at which time, and with no hesitation, she began to serenade me with a stunning rendition of 'Can You Take Me Higher?'
There was no doubt that the shirt would soon belong to her, and might I say that she wears it well.
Sometimes life around here is not alot unlike that in a Whitesnake video.

Speaking of Chevil, I spoke on the phone the other day with a fellow whod mentioned that 'he knew my brother'.

I corrected him by saying that he was in fact, as they say, a brother from another mother, which got me to thinking.. Its it possible to actually become related to someone of a different familial genetic make up after so many experiences of bodily fluids being swapped?
To explain the implication would further jeopardize my good standing at church, but suffice it to say, the bond thats created by blood, vomit, tears and saliva would have to make any two people closer than say, just friends.

Reading through the new issue of BIKE Magazine the last few days, theres a couple of articles that have struck my fancy. Furry Knuckle presents a great view of life through the eyes of a man, like myself, who battles with the process of time. Its worth a read, should you get your hands on a copy. Theres also an extraordinarily good article written by Rick Hunter about his experience in last summers Great Divide Race. Sure we all knew he could build the hell out of a bike, but who knew he was such an amazing word smith?
I certainly didnt. In a recent email correspondence, I was drawing a parallel between his article, and LL Cool Js album 'Bigger and Deffer'.
Like Ricks account, LL packs references to food into just about every other line of his rhymes. Upon mentioning this to him, he simply replied with "the hamburger is my spirit animal."

And he can play the hell out of some ping pong as well.
A true renaissance man if there ever was one.

New bike wood is full blown Sylvester Stalone in this neck of the woods, though I ran into a snag thats gonna keep me from really freaking out on it for a little while....and no, it had nothing to do with the fork steerer.

A new BB and rear axle will do the trick, and the rad will be gotten shortly.
You wanna nerd out with me for a second?
Lets do that. First off, why not gaze into some XTR cantis, and custom Hunter fork;

Campy high flange track hubs? (This pisses the purists off to no end, which makes me all warm and gooey inside), and hand built tied and soldered wheels, courtesy of Phil "Woo" Woosely of Berkeleys Missing Link Bicycle Cooperative.

Have you all read Bob Rolls book by chance? The Woo referred to in those pages is the same Woo to which Im referring. Hes tall, wears glasses, trains secretly, races bikes, and can build the holy hell out of a wheel.

And finally, the icing on the cake;

They even spelled my first initial correctly. Youd be surprised how often its misspelled 'ass'

Robert forwarded a video that he thought would make for an appropriate accompaniment to last weeks granola bar ad;

So thats what happens when folks in the advertising business drop acid?
It was kinda reminiscent of that old horror flick 'The Fog', except instead of cannibalistic pirate ghosts emerging from the horizon, its cannibalistic arian Oompa Loompas.

Rich wrote in to remind us that according to the world population count, early Saturday morning we reached 6,666,666,666 people on Earth.
I waited with bated breath, and I experienced not even a twinge of the apocalypse. No four horsemen, no fire and brimstone.. Nothing.
For a second I thought something was happening, but it just turned out to be gas.
He also included a bunch of shots of lunch meat with faces built in.

Ive seen the bumper sticker declaring that the individual in the car would never eat anything with a face, and I suppose this product sort of gives that sentiment a whole new spin.

Our boy Tim the Masi guy is finally out of the hospital and enroute to recoveryville.

True, he looks like ten miles of bad road, but hes the most optimistic ten miles of bad road youll ever lay eyes on. Tim, while you have a little bit of down time on your hands, why dont you get cracking on that novel youve been working on..

Or...Like I mentioned on Friday, start building model cars... I love building model cars.
In fact, email me a proper shipping address for me, and Ill send you one. Trust me, nothing aids in the healing process like sniffing glue.

And while were on the topic of sniffing glue in San Diego, a band thats often times referred to with great admiration in the nearly two years of doing this web log is San Diegos late, great Rocket From The Crypt. They were no Damn Yankies, but they still were pretty good.

Anyway, it was at the bands last show on Halloween 2005 that they made this final recording, which is now available on Vagrant Records along with a DVD that was shot on the same night.
If you were unfortunate enough to miss their last hoorah, then by all means, this slab is a must for your collection.

R.I.P.RFTC, long live RFTC.

While out an about in the urban jungle, Greg came across this artifact that leads me to believe that we might have a cease and desist order on our hands;

Or does that say 'Svober'?
Damn graffiti kids and their chicken scratch.

Last week I came across this website that proves that my muppet doppleganger is up to no good.
Bert is evil(dot)com.

Pol Pot was obviously framed.

Alright. What else? I went on a solo road ride on Sunday that is ordinarily about 30 miles long and takes an hour and a half or so. On a lark I took a left where I usually go straight and 20 miles, another hour and a single banana later Im left a shell of my usual self.

Id also like to wish the ladies with the babies that read the Bummer Life a very happy belated Mothers Day. Ashley, Lauren, Mia (almost),.. Im sure theres more, but like I said- 50 miles, one banana, kinda sleepy.

So aside from that is there anything else? Um.. Looks like Ive got nothing. The bag is empty, and the well is dry. Its Monday all day long. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. It will be over shortly.