You know, and it's all random crap like the above shot of Captain Dave. I can't exactly do anything with it, but I can't exactly throw it away.

Concidentally not alot unlike Captain Dave himself.

Or this video from my homie Ian at Wend Magazine;

At 36 seconds on, is CD embracing Jeremy out of affection, or simply in an attempt to hold himself upright?

I opt for the latter.

Then from Robert an email that simply states "Rodney Mullen owns everyone.."

It could be and has been argued that due to the likes of Mr. Mullen and the sometimes nefarious character known as Steve Rocco, the face of skateboarding was changed forever, and for some, that isn't necessarily the best thing, but despite your opinion (or perhaps lack there of) on the matter, it's impossible to deny the absolute grace and finesse that Mullen has always, almost effortlessly possessed.

Then from one of my absolute favorite Mid-Westerners, Chewey, I get this-

"A mom and her deeply disturbed son at Back to the 50's in MPLS.

Yeah, even though we live on our bikes we still have a few 4 wheeled toys.

Chewey"

What I will say about Chewey is that at my first ever Homie Fall Fest after Hurl loaned me a death trap of a Kona, Chewey thoughtfully handed over his brand new Salsa 29er for me to ride (and ultimately bleed all over) while he took over a Surly Cross-Check, which was not necessarily the steed of choice for the day.

Plus he's got a super sweet moustache.

The depicted Tanner on the other hand is just a pain in the ass, but you could have guessed that by looking at him.

Then from Jeremy I got this;

"Stevil,

Jeremy [TC]"

Sometimes I feel alone on this great blue marble, but other times when I get an email like that one from Jeremy, I realize I'm in good company.

I feel as though I should end this particular commentary with the simple statement of 'I feel pretty.'

Then from Nick, this rolls in;

"I read you were out of town. However this photo must not be delayed. In Arizona..."

That would imply that Jesus has a bit of a voyeuristic streak in him. I knew I liked the guy for some reason.

Then from Uma, who from this point forward I will affectionately refer to as 'Ms. Sassy Pants' (though that title could just as easily be applied to long time Swobo model, and all around trouble maker Aden as well), we get this;

"Whose bright idea this was, I may never know. I got it from Tony Pereira and god only knows where he got it.

Uma"

Nope, it's funny. But then again that might just be me.

I realize that unlike every other blog, blurg, website, magazine or varying media outlet on the planet, I've made nary a mention of the passing of Farrah Fawcett or Michael Jackson, so to remedy this I will include a joke from Snakebite;

"Thanks for the shout on HTATBL. Here's a joke for your efforts:

~Snakebite~"

So there you go- once again proving that the color of our particular sense of humor is blacker than Danzig's Jag.

Just to add the icing to the cake, I offer this;

Now here are a couple for the ladies. The Skipper and Jeff T, mind melding from different parts of the coast;

I do believe I hear the pheromones emitting from here.

Miss Malora Ann recently turned me onto the Rapha survey in which How To Avoid The Bummer Life was listed as one of an esteemed selection of bike blogs one could choose from, if one were to choose any at all.
I have to say, even though our name is presented incorrectly, I'm still touched and honored to be included along side such notable websites and logs, though it might be said that my personal preference tends to stray a bit from the norm;

Different strokes for different folks, as they say.

At this juncture, I'm sure that your attention span is waning so I'll pinch this installment off. I've got heaps and piles more, but I'll save that for another day.

July fourth has come and gone, and as always it wouldn't have mattered if I'd blown all but my two index fingers off this weekend cause that's all I type with anyway.

High fives save lives.