Friday, February 29, 2008

No, YOU wrap YOUR bars all the way to the top.

PRO is motherfucking GO.


(Borat voice) "I Liiiike".


Thursday, February 28, 2008

Creepy Shit

I haven't checked in for a bit. My photo host is giving me a deep dicking, and I can't say as I like it too much. I'll try to come up with something to look at soon.

It seems like the Laurelhurst park has sort of become part of my scope. I go thru to get to the beer store, I take the Lads every couple of days to look at the ducks, and the dogs, and the fucking time-warp dude with the guaged-out ears and the Utili-Kilt (and wallet-chain!).
When the four-treys were here, we did the full walk with the kids, and wee Viv even got her finger bit by a duck.

The poor girl that's been missing turned up face down in the duck pond on monday. Fucking shit freaks me right out. I'm not averse to dead people, mind you. I've seen a bunch of them, but just thinking about all the families spending parts of the last few weeks down there at the pond while that poor girl was there makes me feel really lonesome. I don't think I'll be going over there for a bit.

Good news is, the sun's been on us for the last few weeks, and I've been out on the bike nearly every afternoon. My mighty legs are starting to come back, and a little wind, too. The fuckin Lads weigh a ton, and with pulling the trailer up Salmon from the river, I'm starting to feel pretty good again. Everything I do from here on in is just training for 'cross.

It just occurred to me that I'm all stoked for the weather to turn shitty again so I can race around in the mud. Fucking sickness.

I bought a new vacuum cleaner today, and I get to install $7000 worth of locksets tomorrow. I really hate rich people. I hate being in their houses and I hate talking to them. My wife works every double shift she can get so we dont slip beneath the waves, and I'm sweating just trying to buy her a fucking vacuum as a gift.
Maybe some of it's jealousy, but I really don't think so. I'm just amazed at what these crazy assholes spend money on. I guess I just have a different idea about things.

When I'm Dictator, anyone who thinks that they need a rotating plasma in every room of the house, will be taken out and fed to the dogs.

You have my word.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Portland Sunday

We've been so busy lately just being a regular family. Wifey and I rarely cross paths anymore, and between trying to keep the kids alive and trying not to work ourselves to death, we don't get much time to just chill.

So we took a zero-dollar day yesterday. Spend nothing, do much. It invoved a long bike ride, a walk in the park, many shots of tequila, some pasta and a bottle of wine, and waking up this morning hung-over as shit, but totally re-energized.








Friday, February 15, 2008

God, I really want a cargo bike.

And an old-timey bike.


Goddamn, I sneaked past yet another Valentines day unscathed. Wifey and I decided long ago that since her birthday is right before Christmas, and mine is on February 16 (happy birthday to me, bitches), that we'd just sorta ignore all those bullshit hearts and flowers. Imagine my combined feelings of joy and smugness as I stood in line at Fred's last night while the doofus in front of me dropped like, $36 on some crappy flowers, a card, and a bottle of Cook's, while in my basket resided nothing but a six of Oly tall boys, a loaf of bread, and some baby wipes. All the essentials, yo.

The weather has been sweet the last couple of days. Frosty in the mornings, but precious little of the wet stuff for a change. Portlanders call this a false spring. You'll get some 60 degree days in February, and everybody goes apeshit. It's hard not to. There are bulbs coming up in the yard, and the quince looks like it's about to bloom. It won't last. I know were gonna pay for this. It's gonna fucking rain until June.

This is the fucked-up handrail/staircase I just finished building. Two months of very difficult work. It's beautiful.


I'm gonna sleep in until 7 tomorrow, do the paycheck loop, go out for a birthday breakfast, and then go lay some tile (it ain't as sexy as it sounds).
There are far too many things in this world that need my attention, but I'm just gonna try to take it a little bit easy this weekend. Do the same, friends.

Monday, February 11, 2008

nahbs part III

This was my third nahbs. It was less than epic, but still a damn good time.
The 43's were here, and we ate and drank and made beasts of ourselves.

Mr. Chris likes the color red.

Dario makes the best bikes.

Fish is fresh and good.

Many hands eat and hail the mighty PokPok.

Mr. Chris also likes brown bagging it, cute bartenders, and free tamales.

Crabs are food.

Yes, I took more pictures of food than I did of bikes.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Sheldon Rides With the Angels.


Go, man.

Trying like hell to pull it together for this weekend. No time, no money, shitty weather.

Pok Pok and Lagunitas will make it all better, guarans ballbearans.