One night a smallish clump of us were sitting on an Oakland rooftop and began discussing some good memories, and/or initial impressions that we all had of one another, which is kind of nice because it gives you the opportunity to reflect on specifically just what it is you like about your friends, but eventually the conversation steered towards what each of our most embarrassing moments were, and one that stuck in my brain was from the individual who will just be known at 'Q'.

The short version is that she was in her room getting it on with her boyfriend when her mom came home from work. 'Q' went out to say hello and lie, explaining that she and her boyfriend were doing homework. Just then as she turned around to leave the kitchen, her panties fell out of her pant leg.

Sweet.

If I ever have a daughter, I'm locking her in her room forever.

Anyway, as I get ready to go to work in the mornings, that's what kind of stuff travels through my brain.

Now that I re-read it, it's truly the creme of the banal.

Whatever.. It's typed. There's no going back now.

In other news, do you have nine minuets and twenty five seconds to hear how absolutely screwed we are?

I just totally wrapped my head in aluminum foil.

On Wednesday afternoon while sitting on the street, spare changing, a fellow pushing his bike walked past me and said 'Stevil?' Befuddled, I simply stammered 'hi?' as I was racking my brain in an attempt at putting a name with his face. We stared at one another for a brief moment, when he then said 'I recognize you from the blog'... At that point I realized I was wearing my black bar of anonymity® sunglasses, which was probably how he knew who I was. Anyhow, to that fellow, I apologize for not having my wits about me, and I appreciate you offering a greeting.
However, should there be a next time we cross paths, I'd appreciate it if you would take care to no get tangled up in my cat's leash while stepping over my Frisbees, bongo drums and didgeridoo.

This just in from Terry;

"please please post. thanks.
terry"

True, while that video is pretty sick and whatnot, I was most impressed with how at 15 seconds, Joe suddenly donned a helmet. Well played young man. Well played.

The toilet paper was a nice touch too.

And speaking of toilet paper, he's an item from Hurl that is sure to add a touch of class to any home;

And speaking of Terry again, besides going well out of his way to keep us all keyed up on the spazz juice, he also sent on this pretty cool clip of how they do what they do;

I'd like to do a film of the Swobo warehouse, but fast motion, slow motion, artistically, or with or without a sweet soundtrack, watching people nap pretty much always looks the same.
JOOP (that's Joe 'I've got nice hair' Parkin to the rest of you) shot one once, but I'll be damned if I can find it. When he comes back from Bigfoot hunting, I'll see if I can can't wrangle it from him, just so you know how work gets done around here.

As long as we're keeping the good times rolling with video clip after video clip, here is another one straight from DPow!;

Way to put the 'hessian' in 'profhessianal'.

You wanna know something that totally kicks ass? Having a bike lane wherever you go.
You know what's even better? Carrying around empty bottles and throwing them in your own path.

I think I'd rather just do beer bongs at 80 miles an hour.

Finally, I totally forgot to blow the Austin event up, but our friends from The Urban Assault Ride not only have a new flyer, but an event coming up next week in Ft. Collins Colorado;

Plus if you were to partake, you could win one of these beauts;

And even though I find it to be especially blasphemous to drink anything other Budwesier in Ft. Collins (or really anywhere, for that matter), there will be gallons and gobs of fat tires and Fat Tire.

If you find yourself for a hankering of dirt this weekend, the world famous Downieville Classic is upon us, where you will be able to find more than your fair share of this. I most definately will not be there however, because if there is one thing I don't like mixing with my nature, it's crowds, but El Corpo will be there and he's got a boat load of Swobo goodness with him that he'll be selling for super duper cheap. If you happen to be in the area, swing by and slap some skins.

Here is one I've had up before, but I'll post it again just for the sake of this particular clip's goodness. Kris Holm doing what Kris Holm does best;

Then again, maybe he makes really incredible pasta, or can play the hell out of a pan flute.. I don't know. Perhaps he does those things better, but what I know for certain is that he rides on one wheel better than just about anybody.

I think that's it. Won't you please be good to yourselves this weekend?
As for myself, I have some stuff happening, and may not get around to a regular post before Tuesday/Wednesdayish.

Suffice it to say, my absence maybe will have something to do with falling down in a river.