Also, as I said before, I made my way to Manifesto on Friday night, but not before spending about three hours sitting in traffic. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by these two handsome young lovers- Charlotte Sometimes and her new beau;

I have to mention though.. When I shook that guys hand, it was like shaking hands with somebody wearing a baseball mit, with kielbasa fingers. I didnt take a look at them as Id only met his on this night, but judging on how it felt, my mans hands are HUGE..

Then there was this girl, and this guy,

and a couple of my back-up girlfriends even made an appearance;

It was a star studded event to be sure, though as evident by my lack of photos (which you can see) and my amazing headache Saturday morning, (which you cannot), I got a little side tracked and neglected to fully document the throw down, so youll just have to use your imagination.

Lets see, what other steps did I take to keep the glide in my stride this weekend?

I read this thing about the Wall Street bailout bill that included a “Transportation Fringe Benefit For Bicycle Commuters.” Can anybody explain that to me? I mean of course Im all for everybody riding bikes everywhere, but I read it over and it still doesnt make sence to me how thats going to help fix the current financial crisis.

And as youve come to expect, this doesnt have anything to do with that, but Ive long contended that I will wear a pair of pants until they literally fall off of my body into a pile of threads. The schedule tends to go like this- Buy pants, wear pants, over and over. Eventually turn those pants into shorts. Wear shorts over and over. Once the pockets and ass become thread bare, buy new pants, and turn second stage pants into shorts, and then repeat the whole schedule all over again. Well, this weekend I brought three brands new pairs into the rotation.

Now you might be asking just what kind of 'draws could not only be such an object of affection, but put up with such an immense amount of abuse.

Theyre not Carhart, nor are they Dickies. The object of my affection is a brand called Ben Davis.

The short version of the back story is Ben Davis started a little known garment company in San Francisco with his partner Levi Strauss. Ben came up with the famous Levi pocket rivet, sold his share to his partner, and began his own company which is still owned and operated in San Francisco by Ben Davis the third. Next to my JMacs, its the only things I wear on my bottom half.
Plus on top of all of that good stuff, they cost about thirty two bucks a pair.

Ifin youre interested, Grand Royal Magazine had a Q and A with BD3 thatll fill in the banks.

Also, while they dont make a cut specifically for women, their standard pattern is a touch wider in the hips, and in my humble opinion is absolutely smashing looking on the ladies.

I know you dont care about my pants, but until you find yourself sitting at my keyboard, the topics will continue to be dictated by me.

Eventually there was a bit of rad getting on the dirt bicycle, and what with the touch of rain weve received in the last few days, the trails were tackier than the Ropers.

Somebody even brought lumber into the woods to build something other than some retardo freeride teeter totter or another;

Thats some guerilla construction that I can actually get behind.

Now then, John (the guy who 'won' my moustache, donchaknow?) wrote in with an interesting life update;

"Hey I've got some news for you. First on the slate I joined the navy, they said I was smart enough to help run a nuclear reactor on their ships and I said cool. Now I can be a part of protecting life liberty and bummer life avoidance. I'm not sure how you feel about this here iraq war but I'm not for it. Call me a hypocrit but I made a huge life decision and figured you should know about it at least. Also, you should put up my photo annual. The people don't even know whats gonna hit em.
john"

I can only say that I hope this immense life decision treats our boy well. Of course it might be considered a controversial one for the readers of this particular blog, but we all have to at least respect Johns decision, and wish him the best of luck.

Secondly, I would put up your photo annual, but I dont know what the hell youre talking about.

The ranter and raver that is CFO wrote in with his regular rigamarole of keyboard diarrhea;

"I like this, even if it is East Coast.

And this, this, this, because Tony has boss welds...and sideburns..

And this because, like I have stated before, it is the greatest story ever told.

And I like you.

Gonna see 'Golf Clap' on Saturday I think...I have pimped the name for one of my bosses, who encourages us to not over praise the kids, all the while not under praising them either.

Also, since the economy is apparently collapsing (wouldn't know because I keep all my money in my shoe, and the M encyclopedia) a few of us have started planning for a barter economy.

I am going to trade 3 legged stools for fruit.
The music teacher is going to give cello lessons for a chicken.
Another dude is going to mill grain and wheat for a 10% cut..and brew beer.
the 3rd grade teacher is going to show her jugs for root vegetables (then I changed to turnip farmer).
And another chick with some property is going to plant corn, sell the cobbs, and make those husk dolls like in Children of the Corn (which still scares the shit out of me). You want in?? What can you do and what do you want??

CFUCKINO"

Something I dont think I mentioned before is that when I was in third grade I was having a conversation with my sister in which I said " I came up with a pretty good idea.. Why dont mom and dad teach (they were both career teachers), and they could, for example, teach the dentists kids, and in turn he could work on our teeth for free. Then he could work on a farmers teeth, and in exchange, the farmer could give him vegetables, and so on..."

My sister looked at me for a second and stated flatly, "yeah.. um.. thats actually kind of what Communism is.."

So you heard it here first.. When I was ten years old I concieved Communisim.

Anyway, to answer CFOs query, in our new society, Ill be the minister of (mis)information.
...And Ill grow carrots.

Darin clued me into this clip;

Who says artists arent the most epic megalomaniacs in the universe?
The back story on this project can be found here.

Finally, Id like to thank one of my newest conspirators in bummer life avoidance, John Prolly for the use of this weeks header photo.
More of his shots can be seen here.

Ive got nothing else. I hope everyone had a great weekend, but now, as sad as I am to say it- its Monday.
Time to make the donuts....

The bright side is Wednesday is just a heartbeat away.

You know?... Uh,.. at least weve got that going for us..