That MacAskill has got himself some serious talent.
Not like me, but there always has to be someone to play second fiddle, you know?

Alright.. Let's play ketchup and get up to speed, shall we?
Last Wednesday wasn't so rad, but Thursday and Friday made up for it.

It feels good to feel good.

Speaking of feeling good, Dan sent on this clip about the current tea parties that are going on around this grand nation of ours. To paraphrase Jon Stewart "this is a group protesting excessive and pointless spending by purchasing millions of tea bags. Is this a protest of excessive spending or a protest of irony?"

Anyway, I say, between Santorum, tea bagging and FOX's bit about fisting, it's about time conservative politics got sexy.

Somebody had to say it, and I'm glad that it was me.

Now that we're here at the bottom of the barrel, I suppose there is nowhere to go but up.

In an email from samh;

"Stevil,

Love,
samh"

'Nowhere to go but up'?
I stand corrected.

God bless Amerikuh.

In company news, our own Intern B has a photo contest going on, not to be mistaken with my personal Bummer Life photo contest (which is still in full swing, by the way) and he would like some submissions as well, and with prizes offered that are so much more amazing then the ones I'm offering, you best get shooting and while you're at it, pick out a suitable frame for your autographed photo of the intern.
He really is something to behold.

Another extraordinarily handsome individual in our ilk, CFO, emailed us with words and a clip of a hero;

"Subject: Re: oh man

I get paid to hurt other people. How good is that? How good is that?
I get paid to make other people suffer on my wheel, that's good."

I can't remember who said it, but it goes something like this- "Jens Voigt eats children."

The guy is an absolute monster.

And say what you will about Georgeous, but while we're on the subject of the people who turn themselves inside out while atop a bicycle, I'll now offer thanks to Mike for sending in this clip for an upcoming documentary that truly does look a might bit intriguing;

If given the opportunity I think I would have asked him which muppet was his favorite.

You can tell alot about an individual based on that one single question.

Sam the Eagle? This means you are a staunch American with moralistic values, never one to be deterred by the nay sayers or adversity, but generally exist in a constant state of confused delusion.

Miss Piggy? You are a strong headed individual that prides yourself on your personal appearance, loves fashionable accessories and sees no problem with the physical and psychological abuse of your much smaller boyfriend.

Scooter? You're neck deep in a Peter pan complex with little regard to the passage of time, you generally are fairly clumsy and would do just about anything for your love of Reggae and satin jackets.

Animal? You are a free spirited lover of the musical arts with a penchant for meth amphetamines.

I could go on, but I think you get the idea.

I have a feeling that Georgeous might be partial to Janice, the blond, sleepy eyed bass player in the Muppet band cause she's hot.

Moving on...

As cyclists, we all have at one time or another experienced the ire of motorists and in some cases been hit by some kind of projectile or another, whether it be spit, a beer can, eggs, a Kleenex box, or what have you. Well as much of a bummer as that can be, from this point forward, we probably should count ourselves lucky that that is all we're being hit with based on this article sent to us by our newest correspondent, Pinto.

Truth really is stranger than fiction.

While you are sitting here, compressing your mind reading my drivel, there are a few out there that are expanding their own in the world of academia. One in particular is Kevin, who wrote in to let us know how his studies were going;

"Stevil,

Kevin"

Kevin, if I was your professor, regardless of what your paper was on, I would have given you an F+ and a bag of Beer Chips simply cause I like the cut of your jib, whatever the hell that means.

Now based on the number of times I've received this next bit, I would be surprised if all of you haven't been clued in as well, but despite my declaration that I was not going to broach the subject of bacon again, I feel as though I kind of have to.

All behold the glory and the horror of the bacon AK-47.

It's a breakfast treat that's not only delicious but one that you can defend your right to tea party with as well.

Now for a public service announcement from Caustic;

If you like the industrial musical stylings of Grotus or perhaps Ministry, which I do not, then you might like Caustic. Regardless of the fact that I don't care for their music, it's impossible for me to argue with their line of reasoning.

During their reign of terror across Europe and the lives and well beings of millions, do you know something else that the Nazis ruined?

The Yeti's reputation;

The Yeti was later quoted as saying "I was just hanging out in the woods by myself, picking berries and stuff, and all of these sharp dressed guys with guns came up to me and asked me if I'd be willing to take a photo with them. I thought they were role playing or something so I said yes.
Little did I know that that photo would end up causing me as much grief as it did.
Hell.. One of them even stole my wallet."

Poor Yeti. A single momentary lapse of judgement resulted in a whole lifetime of scorn.
I totally feel for the guy.

On that note, here we are once again at the business end of the work week. I hope the saturday/Sunday combo was good for all of you, and like a tea bag, I'll be dipping back in with you on Wednesday.

Lastly, lots of thanks to Meligrosa for this weeks header shot. Good eye, kid.