Monthly Archives: July 2010
Get down, get down.
Well, hello there… It’s nice to see you again. On this day I will kick off today’s post with yet another sweet, sweet gif file from our friend Angel;

Pete and repeat.
As I mentioned on Monday, I went camping.

A view from the barrel’s bottom.
Are you ready for the best thing ever?

Sweep the leg, wing, and breast, Johnny.
Who has two thumbs and just got a new order of stickers in?

Keep the good times rolling.
WWJCVDD?
First he’d beat up some water…

When in Florida.
One for the weekend from Ghostship Matt.
“When you talk it’s like a rolling boulder”
Back in the day (not the fixed gear back in the day, which was April, but the real time, with only a hint of irony back in the day) when I was a bicycle messenger, my dispatcher barked today’s post title at me over the radio. I assume it to mean that once I got moving on whatever banal subject happened to be my flavor of the day, it was impossible for him to break in and actually call out jobs.
(Obviously neither of these people are me. It’s Squid and Carlos from Cyclehawk, and I would be lying if I said I was ever mistaken for either of them.)

‘Arybody’s got ‘they own kind of comfort zone.
The other day while having a conversation with Mr. Brown (who is the head counter of beans over at Swobo) he asked me if maintaing a regular schedule of posting as I have these last four years ever leaves me feeling like I’m running out of gas;

