Oh, have I mentioned that sometimes it's not all crap? See http://frankietblogs.blogspot.com/

This qualifies . . .

from Michael, yesterday:

Yet another proof of the Law of Unintended Consequences: http://www.9news.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=92851


i drink a lot of water and mostly from my bike water bottles! more proof that you just can't do anything right.

Old Bikers

Michael sent this out a short while ago.

http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=340996

Which reminded me of an incident a couple of years ago.

We had been down in San Diego visiting Miranda and Jeremy, and went to 'The Broken Yoke' resturant for sunday brunch. As we were walking in, there were a bunch of large motorcycles parked outside, and inside were a bunch of old biker dudes, and biker moms in biker gear.

** refer to above link for images of old biker dude in biker gear **

They finished breakfast at about the same time we did, and I headed to the john before we left. The old biker dudes headed in the same direction to get ready for the day's ride, and a line soon formed.

One of their number was trying to pee in the only urinal and not having much success. His buddies behind me in line, started giving him all manner of encouragement/suggestions to hurry him up.

Now some things a guy is not good at when put under pressure, and soon this guy just gave up and slinked back outside.

When I got back to work, I told this story to a younger bike guy just to give him a chuckle. He looked at me with a straight face and said that it was well known that prostate issues were a common problem for old male bikers.

So enjoy the ride guys, the bugs in the teeth are not the only hazard you face.

Still More Crap

Well that's just crap. Blogger cropped the photo below and messed up the caption: "Nao I can haz tawks wif ceiling cat." It's crap not to be able to post crap.

It's been almost two weeks since the passing of our furry friend.


moar funny pictures

It's a SOL (Sad Out Loud)

Wearing a fur coat in a heat wave

It's been warm down in SoCal the past couple of days. It was in the upper 90's here in SD county. Now although the house is well insulated and has air-conditioning, we are adverse to turning the AC on for many reasons. So the temps climbed into the low 80's in the house.

In the afternoon, the poor Kitty crawled upstairs and plopped down at my feet and did his best fur rug imitation, and I was reminded of our family cat when I was growing up.

I grew up in San Francisco in the Eureka Valley district (now known as the Castro). (My elementary school was renamed from Douglas to Harvey Milk too, but I digress.)

Our house was built around 1900, and like most houses in the area it had no insulation and no AC. Also, since they were row houses, there was little air circulation around them, and for the most part, the windows had been painted shut for years.

Now it is a largely unknown fact that San Francisco has heat waves. Usually in Sept/Oct and is called 'Indian Summer' there. The temps can go into the low to mid 80's for a couple days to a week at a time. Now down here in SoCal, that is a picture perfect day, but in SF with no insulation and no AC and no air circulation, the houses became ovens. The papers would always maintain a body count on how many 'old ladies' succumbed to the heat. (Its always the 'old ladies'.)

Now the point here is that we had a family cat. This cat was well loved, and with 3 boys in the family, the term 'well loved' could be construed as continuously molested. Most of the time this was OK, the cat loved the attention and the only issues were the fights over whose turn it was to hold/molest the cat. Except during Indian Summer.

During those hot Indian Summers, the cat did not move much. When we boys got home from school and went to grab the cat, my Mom would intervene and forbid us from touching it. 'Just imagine having to wear a fur coat in this heat', she would say, and wouldn't let us near it.

So, anyway, when poor Kitty was doing his rug imitation this week, I flashed back to my Mom yelling at us to, 'Leave the poor cat Alone!'.

A picture is worth...