-Cause I live in a think tank.

In light of what an intellectual stronghold the town in which I currently reside turns out to be, I'm going to take the easy route and flood today's post with assorted bits and pieces from the mail bag.

Thank God for the mail bag, cause I'm like, really tired and stuff, you know?

From Mike we got some samples of his newest body of work, showing for a limited time only;

"My solo show opened last night on Vail Pass. I am showing 2 pieces: This Shit is Genius (Einstein on a Bike) and the Apocalypse Peloton. The show will be running indefinitely, stop by when you get a chance."

You know, and why the hell not? I've spoken with artists in Japan who have put up installations of work in stock rooms at convenience stores, and as a matter of fact, back when I was in school I had my senior show in a restroom. I even went so far as to clean the urinals and keep 40s on ice in them.

Necessity is the mother of invention, don't you know?

Would you like to see a shot of Joe 'I-have-the-hair-of-a-1970s-professional-skier' Parkin riding the infamous 'sh*t bike' at this year's Downieville Classic?

Of course you do.

The awesome thing is, he didn't even get last.

Then, from a different Michael, we get evidence that the bummer life doesn't have anything on the neighborhood high school dropouts;

"Nice tag on the asphalt at the end of my driveway on Shotwell st."

In other news, by now you all must be aware of how seriously they take cyclocross in Boulder.

If you don't, then by all mean I must re-redirect you here.

Then if you do, then I'll remind you that you have no idea, as proven by this link forwarded on to me from Ghostship Matt.

Obviously the first thing I did was to send this on to a few of the usual suspects, and what follows is what immediately found its way into my inbox from one who will remain unnamed;

“It’s the best bargain in Vegas,” explains Watts, “what else can you do in Las Vegas for eight bucks?”

Um, I'll bet I could scare up a BJ behind the Imperial palace for $8. Might not be from a woman, or even a human for that matter, but better than that bike race will be. Or I can sit on the curb with friends and drink beer from a can. That's what I can do for $8. Maybe we should (The Royale "we") start something in protest. How about we show up dressed like Jesus and his disciples carrying a giant cross. Then we all hop the fence at the same time as Cycling News and Velo News take photos. Then, when confronted, "Are you really going to throw out a bunch of Christians?" Or "Across Vegas" as in, "we'll be across town having fun some where's else while all you gut up close to 'the Desert Breeze Soccer Complex’s famed thick magic carpet' ".

I took it upon myself to include this in the comments section over at Cyclocross Magazine, but apparently the moderator didn't feel as though my contributed musings were worthy of the spotlight.

Truthfully though, eight bucks will most likely stem the tide of ner-do-wells. It certainly worked at the old UCI mountain bike events, but then again, it's alot harder to fence off and then patrol an entire mountain bike course.

If anything it only made us more determined, so maybe it actually didn't work at all..

But in all seriousness, I hope that the promoters of the Cross Vegas event get their every wish granted and it's a perfectly tame event without a bunched panty in sight.

That my friends, sounds like a true utopia.

And speaking of a world where everything goes right, CFO just came home from his trip back East and was thoughtful enough to include a condensed blow by blow for our edification;

"72 hour bender.

I won the wedding.

There are pics....I didn't bring a camera, but I'll have some coming."

When you're CFO there isn't a damn thing wrong with your life.

Except everything.

I'm going to step away and leave you all with the following thought- I just got home from watching 'The Hangover' and aside from the individual I was on a date with, I was the only one in the theater laughing.

What the hell is wrong with those people? I'll bet they like "Everybody Loves Raymond".

It's Wednesday. Time to have a pizza party.