Sigh... I miss fall.

There are only so many days over 100 degrees that a sane person can take without going a little batty. I feel like I have beached and breached that limit oh... last week sometime. Maybe it was when I baked my poor brain during one of my extended bicycle jaunts that I take while the blast-furnace part of the day is still a-blasting. Maybe it was when I was hit ever so gently by a fucking truck last Wednesday, while it was 106. Meh...I'll just say that I'm sick of the heat. Thank Jesus we only have two, three months left of this, tops.

Here is some brain cooling music from the Thrones. Heavy, like the Chevy that I do not own. Grab it up, y'all.

Gah! Crabs!

Here is a little something I'm working on now. It's a skateboard deck for an artistic/rock and roll event on the 12th of July (link!). If you are in the area, come by and check it out. It should be completely nuts.

Also, in keeping with my last few posts, here is The Bug vs. Rootsman, the Killing Sound 2xlp. I promise that this will be the last Bug post, at least until they release something new. This is their most aggressive and least accessible album (which is saying a lot). Get it!

The Destruction of Squaresville.

Ahh the Intel Building... such a thorn in the side of our fair city. Partially built, then abandoned after the tech bust of 2001. It stood unfinished and an ugly eyesore until 2007, when I took this picture. Finally fucking finished forever! Fantastic!

If you are here reading this you should click on this linky here. There is some crazy Bug action on the other end of it. I need to put this up here because I am obsessed with this shit. Forgive me, and then download it posthaste. You won't regret it.

It Happened One Night.

Right before we closed the bar tonight, a drunken lady demanded to know what a Dirty Sanchez was. No one would tell her, not her friends, not the table next door... so it came down to me to explain it. I didn't go into a lot of detail, I just said that it involved anal sex...and mustaches...mustaches made with poop.

I have never seen a total stranger so crestfallen at something I said. It didn't feel like I was crushing her spirit, yet there I was, apparently crushing the shit out of it. Let this be a lesson to everyone. Once you learn something, it is very hard to unlearn it, so be careful what you ask for, o.k.?

At the Threshold.

Poor little neglected blog. How I do and don't seem to miss you... sigh... I suppose it is helpful that I am out and about these days. I was running pretty low on new experiences there for a while.

Being laid up with broken stuff is pretty demoralizing, I have to say. That, and Vicodin is a helluva drug. Doesn't do much for the concentration... or the inspiration, come to find out. Works pretty good on pain. That's about it, though... I say, don't get injured, anyone! It is teh suxx0r.

Anyway, I still plan to return to writing a little more regularly, it's just taking me some time to get comfortable again.

While you are here you might as well get this. Because it Rules.

Holy Sepulchre.

Jeez, sure is quiet around here...

Slime.

Pretty, pretty slime...