I broke out early Monday morning and took myself for an ass crack of the day trip over hill and dale on my way to work. Before I continue with this however, I'd like to mention that the above sign is a lie. I place partial blame on this observation on the fact that I reside in an area that is always shifting geologically, so I suspect that the climb actually does get longer each time I do it;

Regardless of this fact, there are very few places I would rather be, and since my ultimate destination was the J.O.B, I was in no rush.

Once you arrive at the first fork, there is a stunning view, but like a good bike nerd, I was more interested in talking a photo of my bike;

I was going to take a few more photos of the breath taking surroundings, but the mosquitos began to pack and before I knew it, I was swarmed by clouds of the little menaces so I beat feet downward;

The above shot doesn't look it, but this is actually quite the elevator shaft of a descent, though due to the fact that its a fairly well neglected stretch of fire road, for the most part it's pretty smooth and if you wish, you can let off the brakes and drift through nearly every corner.

Finally at the bottom you get to not one but four creek crossings;

It's a desolate stretch that at times can make you feel like you're the only person in the world.
This is a sensation that I whole heartedly recommend for Monday mornings.

Finally in the middle of the last water crossing, I vertigoed myself, and jammed my bars into my man parts to prevent a early morning bath while snapping the final shot;

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. My commute is better than yours.

Thank you for humoring me.

Now let's get on to some business.

I was asked by Stewart to do something (the 'something' wasn't specified) a couple of weeks ago and to then document it for him. As always I was a day late and a dollar short, but for his edification, here is proof that I did it;

I even went so far as to fabricate a little plate to hold it securely on the chain link, but it seems to have been a bit of a 'close the barn door after the horse has escaped' response as his event happened this past Saturday.

That should teach anyone to expect me to be prompt.

However sometimes I am, and even though as you read this I am on an airplane somewhere over Utah, there are a couple of events that I gotta blow up for the fine folks who are behind them. The first being from Snake B. Ite;

"Stevil,

~Snakebite~"

While it's obvious that the lance is sweet, what I find myself most attracted to is the chair.
It just goes to illustrate that if given the choice between physical activity and napping, nine times out of ten I'll pick the latter.

Robert also has one up in Seattle way;

Then from John we get a heads up for folks who are shiftedly challenged;

"howdy yous guys. i know it is short notice, but would you be so kind to notify any and all not wanting to suck that they should converge this weekend? flyer pretty much says it all. thanks in advance.

stay black."

If you'd like to take a peek at what a bunch of internet anonymitos have to say about it, just go here.

"Notify any and all not wanting to suck"? That sounds like you had better be there.
For my part, I'm pretty used to sucking, and not only that, but I'm damn good at it.

It's a pretty good bet though that even if I could click my heels and pop up in the middle of it, I would still be sucking just the same.

I just can't help it.

And while we're on the topic of that which does and that which does not suck, it's been a while since we've showcased some art that does not. It's with envy and longing that I introduce you to Mr. C.C. Askew;

I can't find that much information about him aside from his Myspace page so if you have access, take a look see.

Want some last minute work stuff?
Of course you do.
Will you ever loose one of a pair of something?
Of course you will.
Have you ever wished that someone would sell three of the items in question so when you loose one you have a back up?
Of course you have.
Do you like your arms to look stripey?
Probably.

Light the fuse and go boom.

Finally, I want to offer my warmest birthday wishes to Mr. Glenn Danzig who yesterday turned 139 years old. Cheers to you big buddy.

As for the rest of you, high fives all the way around. I'll catch you on the flip side.