Nature
Alright. What’d we got?
I’ve been getting pretty stoked on PBS lately. Frontline is a champ news hour and the nature shows they’ve been pimping are second to none. Anyone else see the one about the Loggerhead Turtle? Cool.
Here’s a video clip of a Shark attacking a Whale. Yet more amazing documentary work.
A must see.
I’m tired as schit otherwise. Dat crese Pilarki go’n fast n dat shit. Sae bro… Yoo drink’a da R’d Bull ha?
Fuck me otherwise. The Gnome house has pulled together quite nicely. I finally made it over to King Punis’ house a few days back and picked up da familia off the front porch… All of them, the gnomes, are gifts of burden bestowed by Mother & Juan.
What does that tell you?
Soon they will be on the front porch of this place. Just as soon as I get them out of the car. Otherwise, I also cleaned up the schrapnel out a da back yard due to the explosion. It wasn’t so much a bomb as it was a Kilo. Puppies are the only animal I know that have a party for at least 6 months strait. And speeking of da kilo dog’n. She went got er self a girl vasectomy, then chewed out on of the staples in her gut and now has a purple dicky tunick thing around her mids.
Good times those fucking degs. Money for unconditional love and shit.
Hookers for short.
Up next is another hour of “web design” and then it’ll be off to hell. The only problem with a desk job is that by design, the body is meant to move. The growth curve of technology has superceded the curve of human adaptation. I am not a blob by design though I am sequesterd by one pressure or another to be just that. So it is good that the Captain, Hopefully Juanson and self will be having a mandatory meeting with Mr. Moto mid day manana.
As it should be.
The boy is due in only 4 mo weeks. I haven’t talked about my personal life much lately because it has become personal. A boy? Wholly shit are things going to change yet again. It’s been 100 mph for months now and no slow down in sight. And the good news is that it is pretty good to be here. The one thing that Nathan Jr has done for me is what I needed- a slap in the face and a shut the fuck up.
Life is life. Cry, no cry.
And on cycling. I’m finding again that soul that helped me cherish it for so many years before. I’m glad I’ve wandered a bit so that I could find that again. None will belive that I was smoking the white mans weed for a few months there… getting back to my roots and life as it was before I began a cyclists journey. To be a teen in SoCal in the 80’s meant weird things. And it was good. I enjoyed choking pm smoke again. I may even do it again… which depends on the season too.
And onward: I have my “I’m a born again virgin” race on the horizon. Should be a good time. I wonder if I’ll get so shelled, that it becomes my only comeback race and then back to the single speed cop out fuck vest fest because life is more tangental there.
Fuck it. I won’t know that, until I’m there.
And a props out to Kona Kev on the kid. We all’s try’n ta gro up na deahe.