Swimming

I am not much of a swimmer.

I do. I even mucked around having a pool, for a while.
Pools are a lot of work...


The shore is, well, the shore.



And frankly swimming seems kinda dull and exercise-like...


So, from here on out, I am just gonna ride big, damned sharks.


That is how I do it.

Wisdom

Available, as a print, here.

Weasel Wednesday

Don't piss off swimming weasels.



Just sayin'...

TaTa Tuesday

What were you expecting?

Something else?

MechaGodzilla Monday

Pretty badass...

Not Godzilla badass, but close.

Sunday Drive

Well, that went better than expected...

Weekend Plans

I am in the heart of it all.

Making plans for our time here...


I have a few ideas.








These guys are down with my Nashville fam...
That means I am down with 'em.

You dig?

Rat Fink Friday

Yup.

Road Trip

Yeah, Ohio, we are headed your way.

By we, I mean KVC and me, and the dog in case we need any snarling viciousness along the way...





There is no plan that I know of...
I am a dude, though.
There are probably all kinds of plans that I am oblivious to.

We will probably go to the same seven places that people always go...
Probably go to the park on Sunday?


Anyway, if I see you there, cool.

If I miss you, well, we probably haven't said two words to each other in ten years. It will be like nothing has changed...

Walrus Wednesday

King of the Road

Road tripping...


KVC is all set to lay some high mileage musical sound track on me.

Which is cool.




More often than not, after about an hour of watching yellow lines rolling by, my brain settles into this sort of rhythm...

Death Surfs

Pocket Knives

It is a known factor of manhood that men carry pocket knives...

I usually do.
Usually something more weaponesque than this.


But this here was one, of many, that my grandfather carried.

Been in my pocket for over a month...

It feels good, though I am left with little reason to pull it out, day to day.
It is bigger than most versions I have from the man.
Simple...

The big, coarse, burnt bone handle feels good, as I fumble for keys.


Get a pocket knife.


Cut an apple with it, in a park while the sun beats down...

Be fucking real.
Do real shit...

Do the sort of things that require a pocket knife.

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Monster Truck Monday

Oh, admit it...

If I told you I had tickets to some monster truck shit, you would go.

Sunday Drive

Some Sunday drives end better than others...

Graveyard

Songs about the devil, shadow puppets.

Sweet...

Funny Car Friday

Granted, not all that funny...
It makes up for it in awesome, however.

Think Pink Thursday

Plugging Away

My planet conquering baboonbots are totally going to blow some minds, when I take over the world...


It is all in the little details, with this sort of work, you know.






Sure, giant explosions get peoples attention...
But it is when you come face to helmeted cyborg/baboon hybrid, with terrifying technology dedicated to your own very personal destruction...

That is when you will realize how serious I am with the world domination bit.


You are gonna shit your pants...

Life Lesson

What?

The marketing team for Dr Pepper had folks out in the streets of NY last week, giving away free beverages and t-shirts using the classic I <3 NY graphic - but with NY replaced wit DP...













And I fucking missed that?

Gawddammit!



Seriously, nobody at the beverage company raised a hand to say "maybe we shouldn't go with the DP bit...many people are going to think something other than Doctor Pepper, when they read DP..."

Flag Day

In Case of Bearded Hippies

Break glass...

Monchichi Monday

I think there should be a class action suit filed for the trauma inflicted by the commercial/song that aired for this stupid things...

Sunday Drive

I have nothing to say to you...

Milk of Human Kindness

I am just dripping with the shit...

Fan Mail Friday

I get this kinda shit all the time...

Today

I was just wondering if you had anything special planned...

Wall of Death Wednesday

Special Elvis edition.

Evidence

Some proof that the bike does actually leave the garage...







Me and my pop, somewhere in Maryland.
I think we had only made one wrong turn on the trip, at this point.

Note, this photo also marks my first ever trip to a WaWa.

Weiner Pic's

Like you haven't seen enough already...

Warning

It is tourist season...








Here in Philly, that means packs of good hearted, God fearing, American heartland families in matching shirts and Asians by the bus load.


Neither group quite grasps the fact that, in spite of the whole "brotherly love" bullshit line, you are as likely to get mugged at gun point as to see the Liberty Bell in this city.


And that the southside should have signs like these posted...

Malted Monday

Thinking a ride to find a malted chocolate shake might be in order...

Sunday Drive

Whatever it is...


You won't find it back there.

The Last Time

Well, until next time at least...

Fury Friday

Fuckin' Friday

Well, it's Friday.
It has been a hell of a couple weeks...

I am thinking about havin' a beer or two already.
To be honest.
Moderation is my motto, though.

Just need to find my special moderated drinking beer glass...


Prolly only gonna have two or three.

Life Lesson

June

In-n-Out

Burgers, boobs and a bike.

Man...
Quality advertising, which speaks directly to a specific demographic.



I would totally be down for a double double, today.

Maybe a chocolate shake, too...