Thursday, February 28, 2013
Cheap Beer
It does taste better with a bag around it...
Makes me think of good times, with mad friends, in sketchy 'hoods.
Labels:
food,
life lesson,
music,
weekend plans
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Man Boobs Monday
I think I may be tiring on Man Boobs Monday, as a theme...
Mainly because it means that I have to go find content, look at multiple pictures of man mammary, all that.
I hope you appreciate all the effort.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Parallel Universe
Footage from a parallel dimension, where people still make things, do things, use their heads and hands.
Labels:
bs-ing,
life lesson
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Scraper Saturday
Oakland is a special place.
Well, it is a super sketchy place, but people still live there doing everyday shit, like what happens every where.
One thing I have not quite seen anyplace but Oakland is the scraper thing.
Not sure how to explain scrapers, exactly...
But they are cool.
It's a whole scene, a thing people do.
Wikipedia has something to say about 'em.
Labels:
bikes
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Battlegoats
Yeah, you know, still chipping away at that whole taking over the world plan.
It really takes a lot of effort to take over the world. I kinda expected that, but there is a shit ton of stuff to think about with this deal...
The baboonbots are in a early beta-testing phase right now and there are some issues I didn't quite anticipate, which have been a bit disappointing. Let's just say that even though they are partially cyborg there are certain urges that are natural, that are hard to engineer out of the genome.
It's gross...
Anyway, the whole baboonbot trouble has me pondering some other options as well. You know, sometimes it is good to step away from one project and work on another. Mix it up, and all that...
So, I was thinking about some other weapons platform. Still sorta a hybrid robot-genetically modified mash up thing, because I think that just seems bad-ass. But I need something with more heavy firepower than the baboonbots can carry, more of a supporting fire deal.
This is, obviously, a rough idea...a sketch, if you will, of my battlegoat concept....
I am not sure if this got started because goats are such good climbers, or if I was thinking that goats are cute, but whatever.
It'll be a nice change, because all these damned baboons are making me a little crazy...
Labels:
taking over world
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Last Nights Dream
Haven't done this dream bit for a while here, the dream story time thing.
I imagine it provides you with some psycho-analyst fodder, from the other end of our little internet relationship, so why not...
Last night I had two dreams that were pretty food-centric, for whatever reason.
First one was dinner out, at what was supposed to be a classy joint but was really kinda a run down hole.
The place was old, like an old building that has parts that are just sort of abandoned, while the rest is still in use.
Have you been in that sorta space? You know what I mean. The room with seven year old newspapers laying in the corner kind of room...
Anyway, there were spaces like that, which I noticed.
There were also an endless string of people who kept coming to the table, to tell us the specials, but then would get distracted and never take our order.
They would notice I was low on water and go to get some, or whatever.
One of the specials was cedar plank salmon, by the way.
I don't remember the other two.
They never got around to taking the order.
Then the manager came by, a toe headed fuck of a guy, and apologized about how badly things were going.
He was going to make things right, he said. He would be right back, to take our order, he told me.
But he never came back...
Then, off in another dream, it was me hosting like a cooking show infomercial thing.
I am not really sure on a lot of the details on this one.
There were cameras and I was talking about food.
I was cooking kielbasa, too.
(There's some Freudian shit for you to ponder on.)
So I get to the end of whatever I am doing and I slice up portions of the sausage to put on plates.
But the portions look way too small on the giant plates I have.
I grab the kielbasa portions and blow them up like party balloons.
And that was my genius cooking tip to close the show...
So, feel free to interpret these for me.
I imagine it provides you with some psycho-analyst fodder, from the other end of our little internet relationship, so why not...
Last night I had two dreams that were pretty food-centric, for whatever reason.
First one was dinner out, at what was supposed to be a classy joint but was really kinda a run down hole.
The place was old, like an old building that has parts that are just sort of abandoned, while the rest is still in use.
Have you been in that sorta space? You know what I mean. The room with seven year old newspapers laying in the corner kind of room...
Anyway, there were spaces like that, which I noticed.
There were also an endless string of people who kept coming to the table, to tell us the specials, but then would get distracted and never take our order.
They would notice I was low on water and go to get some, or whatever.
One of the specials was cedar plank salmon, by the way.
I don't remember the other two.
They never got around to taking the order.
Then the manager came by, a toe headed fuck of a guy, and apologized about how badly things were going.
He was going to make things right, he said. He would be right back, to take our order, he told me.
But he never came back...
Then, off in another dream, it was me hosting like a cooking show infomercial thing.
I am not really sure on a lot of the details on this one.
There were cameras and I was talking about food.
I was cooking kielbasa, too.
(There's some Freudian shit for you to ponder on.)
So I get to the end of whatever I am doing and I slice up portions of the sausage to put on plates.
But the portions look way too small on the giant plates I have.
I grab the kielbasa portions and blow them up like party balloons.
And that was my genius cooking tip to close the show...
So, feel free to interpret these for me.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Good Sport
I would like to think that I have been a pretty good sport about this winter shit.
Made sure I sort of got ready, ordered the sort of attire better in style for work on some remote stretch of Alaskan oil pipeline...
So, I have been kinda alright with it...
I shovel, clench my jaw and resist bitching.
For the record, though, today I am tired of winter.
Labels:
ocean state
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
The Jam
Rocking like this, today.
As if I were some sort of indestructible, gangsta, muthafukkin ninja.
Or something...
Labels:
bs-ing,
music,
taking over world
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
MotoGalore
I mentioned that The One show, out in Portland, last week.
I also mentioned that my man, The Crazy German, had something making an appearance at the show.
This is that something...
It is something.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Man Boobs Monday
With tunage, for your pleasure....
(Yeah, it is sorta an affront on a whole lot of levels.)
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Drawring
In the spirit of Teddy Roosevelt, who said...
"Whenever you are asked if you can do a job, tell 'em 'Certainly I can!' Then get busy and find out how to do it"
I am figuring out how to use CAD.
You know, electronic drafting software stuff...
I have dabbled with it in the past, more just to add notes to existing files and such.
An old associate asked me to help with a project, so here I am.
Have you ever watched a CAD tutorial, or looked at a manual or guide? Probably not, unless you are actually using it for something, already.
Not sure if I would recommend it, but being me...it is actually kinda fun.
I only need to deal with some two-dimensional stuff, build some bits and create some diagrams. Relatively simple stuff, given what can be done. Still, a nice project/diversion for my bored bean.
Anyway, I should get back to learnin' so I can get on with the doing...
The One
Normally, I am not one to post random show poster shit that has nothing to do with anything I am doing.
And I am not gonna make it to this one...
The One motorcycle show, out in Portland.
The Oregon Portland, not the Maine one.
The Crazy German has a special something coming out for this one. Not a customer bike, but one of his own. A special one, he has been collecting bits for, for a long time.
If you are close, don't miss this one. The One.
(Hug the German for me.)
Labels:
bikes
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Another
Sure, we already have a bike there for our Tuesday theme, but this monster is too spectacular to pass up posting.
Egli framed Vincent.
Ooohh boy...
I could explain some of why this thing holds a fetish status in my head, but hell, just look at it. Just imagine the beautiful bark that comes out of that exhaust. The smooth surface of the alloy tank, squeezed between your knees as you try to press yourself into a tuck behind that windscreen. Think of the gentle scent of hot oil that would fill your garage, after you share a ride with this thing.
It really is something. High zoot street bike, made into a race bike, then taken back to a vaguely legal street bike. Custom frame contrasted against that chain guard, which looks to have been engineered by a farmer. All of the spots just crammed with mechanical goodness, contrasted by void and empty space. And really, Vincent motors are just plain sexy.
OK...
It's for sale, too. All the details are over here, along with more pictures to ponder.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
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