Get a load of this freak occurrence. Three days ago I was in the middle of a thundering air drum solo, arms fying everywhere- I get to the point of the song where things get really heavy, and the ball point pen I was holding in my right hand got jammed up under my work bench and slipped through my grasp and punctured my middle finger.
Now understand, Ive been air drumming for 25 years. Im no novice, so I was in shock by the sight of the crimson stream running down into my hands palm, but like the ace I am, I shook it off and finished the song, barely missed a beat, and Tom Arayas crooning never even paused.

Just like when Laverne & Shirley would mention 'pond scum', and Lenny and Squiggy would walk into the room, I mention 'professional', and along comes George.

"Re: Who is John Galt?
gents,

this pic strain is yanked from my boy Alex of
Oregeonian, but more recently Seattle. Also, from the
rough streets of Aspen which is my home for about
8hours a day until I do the dumptruck and elk slalom
twice a day includes a pool to shred, a free
motorcycle for myself and a front page including porn
and bikes.

I will be heading out on saturday to a cross race in
Highlands Ranch at a church. If anyone sees a multi
colored spray painted bike w/flat bars please say
hello and bring the beer. I have heard it is a
christian association that is putting on the race so I
have a joke for them from my buddy Willis left me on
my voicemail today.

What is the difference between Jesus and a picture of
Jesus? you only need one nail to hang the picture.

ouch.

Have you ever had someone ask you, "Don't you wish you
were me right now?" A guy said that to my pal Metz
the other day after he got a ringer playing shoes, to
which he replied simply, "no" and
then guy says to me, "I can tell you haven't found
your throw yet, How old are you?"
me " Uhh 26"
him "oh man, you got plenty of time. I didn;t find my
throw till I was 39."
so I got that going for me, which is nice!

goooongalagoonga,
george"

You think you know whats going on in Colorado?
You didnt until now.

Sending this clip in, Matthew writes;

"This skill could help male cyclists greatly!"

Ironically, Im presently listening to 'Matthew and Son' by Cat Stevens, and watching the fellow in yellow warm up to it made the whole day make sense.

But aside from that, to that clip, we have to offer a heartfelt 'what the hell?'

Its obvious that young Hanna knows whats what in the realm of quality literature when it comes to dropping the kids off at school..

We understand that a short time later, Dad got an unwelcome splash in the face when expelling said kids.
Hang tight- A very limited edition Swobo HAZMAT suit is on the way buddy.

Anyhow, back to the fine folks at Urban Velo for a second, the following video is a recap of their recent 'Bark at the Mon' alley cat race. It looked like a goodn'.

I was talking to Danny B about just why so many folks are tuning in to the Bummer Life, and he referred to it as 'The Short Attention Span Theatre'.
I guess I cant argue with that.

Speaking of which, its not really wintering anywhere yet. The dirt still tastes really, really good.

Alright check this out. Ill go on record saying that this is the coolest site ever. See, you upload and image of yourself, and then transform it to see what you look like as an Western Indian person, a Japanimation rendering, and so on. This apparently is what Im gonna look like when Im old, if I was Afro-Caribbean, or Asian.
On all counts, much better looking then I am as a plain old 30 something white guy.

I hadda shave between shots, cause theres no Asian man on this planet with the amount of facial hair that I sport.

Who likes soul food/Southern cooking? I do, alot, and had the pleasure of stopping by a woefully empty Sweety Pie and Poppys in Oakland this weekend, and if catfish, collard greens, red beans and rice, black eyed peas and so on are your kinda business, then with all of my heart and soul, I reccomend you go by and say hi. Better yet, hit their eight hour long Sunday buffet.

This joint exists where an old punk rock club stood many years ago called Ruthies Inn, and I havent set foot in there since, but with my gut full of fried goodness, I hardly felt any inkling of melancholy.

I hope everybody had good weekends chock full of bike racing, bike riding, bacon eating, fuzzy buddy snuggling, baby making practice, hijinx, bottle rockets, fresh fruit, horn throwing and fast times at Ridgemont High.

Have a good Monday- Remember, theres only five days until we can do it all over again.

And finally, I was reading some articles in the new issue of Vice Magzine concerning veterans of the ongoing disgrace of a war who are coming back scared, disfigured, and broken. Take a minute of your day to reflect on the veterans of this war, and all of the others before it.
In a perfect world, there would be no Veterans Day, because there would be no veterans. There would be no veterans, because there would be no war.

You know.. if I had my way..