Monday, March 31, 2008

Apparently, the senator from Illinois can't roll for shit. Too much to ask for, I guess.

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Not like this guy. Sure, he was a criminal. Paranoid and strung out. Should have spent the rest of his life in a concrete hole somewhere.

But the fucker had game.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

The Pok, The Little Red Pill, and a Story of Homecoming.

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You wish you were me right now. See that orange grease? That right there's the grease of the gods. This is what was waiting for me when I got home from work today.

No I can't go ride my bike because it's hailing, and then sunny, and then snowing, and then hailing sideways and the Lads are sick and wifey's at work and I desperately need to take a shower and go to bed but first I have to make dinner for the sons and wash some bottles and do some laundry and finish this beer and then open another. I gotta put some bag balm on my ruined hands and send my Grandma a card and I might as well call my mom.
My feet stink, my hair stinks, I have hemmorhoids and I can't sleep.
I need to buy new shoes, but gas is $3.40 a gallon and I can't eat fucking gasoline. My lips are cracked, my knees hurt and my head is pounding. Just let me open another beer and I'm sure I'll feel better.

You wish you were me, bitches.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

This has been looong overdue. http://www.pdxfixed.com/
Finally, a place to argue about brakeless bikes, fakengers, and which $400 track bike will look best with an arrospok.

Actually, the good folks over there seem like they are into hanging on to a positive groove, and it looks good for making fast, fun, drunk things happen this summer. We here at the Pleasurefucker wish them all the best.

The weather has been dericulous the last couple of days. Nothing like a little snow at the end of march to cool down your springiness. It's alright, really, since I haven't been on the bike all week, and am feeling like all of the gains I've made recently have been drowned in a fucking gallon of pissy beer.

I'll bounce back.



No, really.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Just got off the phone with my old pal 43. Big changes a brewing over his way.
Not to get all into talking about his personal life, trouble, and strife, but he's taking a leap into a new venture and I for one am mighty proud of him. Nothing like shaking off the shackles of the workaday world and putting on the much larger, more painful shackles of the un-gainfully self-employed.
I've been there a few times, and I hope to go back soon. As nice as a regular paycheck and health insurance can be, sleeping until 11 and starting the short workday with a bong rip is just so much sweeter.

Anyway, best of luck to you friends. I wanted to get you a card, but nothing could possibly convey the feelings I have for you right now like this picture I found on the internet:

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Monday, March 24, 2008

I keep forgetting that there are kids just killing it on track bikes. Backward circles were like, a really big deal a couple of years ago. There's something both irritating and pleasing about the misuse of bicycles...


council of doom: official full-length trailer from wolfgang on Vimeo.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Thursday, March 20, 2008

barack-obama-hope-stickers

Once you go tarck, you never go barck. (Which has nothing to do , at all, with the man who would be prez.)

See this before it's gone.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarck_bike

I'm so frickin stoked. Hopworks Urban Brewery is finally getting their shit together and getting the doors open. Initially, I was just stoked because bicycle-themed (themed is not the right word. Oriented? Centric?) brewpubs
only come along every once in a great while (like, never), and the IPA they have been sending out, although not utterly fantastical, is pretty damn good. Now I'm REALLY stoked because I just found out that the HUB's new pizza chef used to run Lanesplitters down in the Oakland/Berkeley interface. Again, not the most fantastical pizza in the world (although, a lot of people swear it's the best), but pretty frickin goddammned good. I guess it's less about the pizza, and more about the great memories that I have of Lanesplitters. Anyway, I'm happy that dude's here, and will be proving it by wheeling The Lads in for a pint and a slice someday very soon.

Monday, March 17, 2008

So, the worst part was really the not eating for 24 hours. Man, I get hungry.

The other worst part was drinking what amounted to 2 pint-glasses of of lemony-flavored dishsoap, and promptly shitting my pajamas.

The bestest part was when the nurse was like "you might feel a little dizzy, but you won't care" as she pumped a bunch of dope into my I.V.

No shit, lady. It's been a long time since I was that high. So high, it was kinda scary. Stomach clenching, lids fluttering, a little prodding up the keester, and then a five hour nod.

No Smurfs. No half a sandwich lodged up there. Actually even got on the bike for a minute this afternoon. My problem persists, but that's a disgusting tale for another day.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

CAESAR. I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all that doth hold his place:
So in the world; 'tis furnished well with men,
An men are flesh and blood, and appreshensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

CINNA. Oh Caesar,-
CAESAR. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
DECIUS. Great Caesar,-
CAESAR. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CASCA. Speak, hands, for me!

(First Casca, then the other conspirators, and Marcus Brutus,
stab Caesar.)

CAESAR. Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar! (dies)




Beware the Ides of March, bitches.



My compatriots are out in Boise racing around just as I type this. I hope you made it hard on the soft bastards. I expect a full update once the hangovers wear off.

Friday, March 14, 2008

The River Potudan

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Russia has been eating at me since I was a little kid.

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Once I started reading, it was all over. I've been in love for a long time.

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Platanov did it the very best. Before they sent his son to the camps.

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I was in Havana 8 years ago, and the desperate smell of the Soviet was all over it. That's as close as I ever want to get.

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I can't really comprehend what's happening over there now. But I think it's always been a confusing place.

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All of these photos were straight-up robbed from englishrussia.com.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I Never Understood My Failings Then, and I Hide My Humble Hopes Now.

I was just sitting here, sucking on a big red pill and listening to Billy Bragg, and, you know, really enjoying the shit out of it. And I realized that I've had the lyrics of most of his best songs memorized for over 20 years. They still stoke me.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

She Don't Look too Good.

moonwalking bear looks out for cyclists, while popo is asleep at the wheel.

http://www.dothetest.co.uk/

I don't know how to hotlink shit. Cut and paste, yo.

Hearts out to the friends and families of Kristy Gough and Matt Peterson. There but for the grace, go any of us.

http://cbs5.com/local/bicyclists.crash.sheriff.2.673306.html

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Another Portland Sunday

Jeezus, the weather has been perfect. I never expected to be clocking miles and feeling this fit so early. I feel pretty damn good, and every day the Ankeny hill gets a little better. I did the 20th to 32nd hustle at a steady 14 mph this morning and didn't puke in my mouth. Two weeks ago just looking up at that slight incline made my stomach do flip-flops.

Made it up to The Know to see my favorite cute/uppity bartender this afternoon. I don't know how they do it, but pint bottles of Iron City are $1 during happy hour(s). I had three, left a good tip, and was still out a whopping 7 bones. I got to watch most of "Meet the Parents" in Espanol, too. That is one boring, smelly bar, but it has it's charms. Mainly, that it reminds me of Treat St. during one of the funnest, substance fueled, cash-money times of my life.

Except now I'm broke, stoked on dollar beers, and basically just as lonesome and dull as all the other bargoyle rejects lining the stools next to me. Sigh.

Wifey and the Lads are at Grandma's house. I'm fixin to crack a couple of little red pills, make some pasta, and call it another wasted sunday.

Cheers.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Kilt Lifter, and the Upcoming Colonoscopy

I finally bought a six of Pike Brewing Co. Kilt Lifter last night. I've been looking at it for like, ever. But it's ten bucks, and ten bucks buys a piss-ton of Oly tallboys. It was friday, the weather has been continuously killer for some weeks, and I've been feeling a bit springy. Plus, Wifey has been pulling some high-dollar wait shifts at the 2-Pok, and though we're still, financially speaking, totally fucked, I figured it was time to take the plunge.

I had The Lads with me, which makes a simple run to the Beer Store a little bit complicated. It goes like this: Feed, change, dress, and load pissed-off little guys into trailer. Ride to store. Realize I forgot lock. And wallet. Ride back home and then back to store. Lock Colnago kid hauler to railing, undo trailer and try to push it into store. Get too-wide wheels stuck in doorway. Nice Chinese Beer Store man in filthy coat helps get trailer/lads inside.
Look at Oly. Figure, fuck it, I'ma buy that beer I been looking at. Reverse process.

Kilt lifter tastes pretty good. Real malty. I drank four of them and fell asleep at 8:15. Woke up lousy. All dry-mouthed and shaky. Avoid.

Fuck all the "hints of tobacco, citrus, and earth". From now on I'm rating beers by hangover factor-- And they get a pass or fail.


I'm gonna get roto-rootered next week. I fully expect them to find Smurfs living up in my gut.

Two grand to let some jerk in a smock rape me with 6 feet of fiber optic cable. Getting old fucking sucks.

Friday, March 7, 2008

This is a Promise, With a Catch.

true love will find you in the end

you'll find out just who was your friend

don't be sad, I know you will

but don't give up until

true love will find you in the end



this is a promise, with a catch

only if you're looking, can it find you

cause true love is searching, too

but how can it recognise you unless

you step out into the light, the light


don't be sad, I know you will

but don't give up until

true love will find you in the end

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Olde timey chicks turn me on.

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Sam Adams

This guy is going to be Portland's next mayor. He raises chickens in his backyard, rides his bike to work every day- rain or shine, and has an uncommon vision of what this city is, and can be.

"Motherfucking Pizza Tonight!"



I'll never forget my drunk wife in her black satin prom dress, screaming "I got erection!" at the top of her lungs for 45 minutes while we waited for Turbonegro to take the stage.

Meanwhile, I drank a bottle of Don Julio, and did enough blow to kill a horse.

It took me weeks to recover from that show.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Tubulars

I'm gonna start talking about bicycles again.

This is from back when men were men who shot amphetamines into their neck veins.