Have you missed me? I've missed you..
I kinda locked myself out of the house with a pan of beans on the stove and no one to help me but a wide eyed cat with no opposable digits.
It's like that one movie when sombody's eyes get transplanted into someone else, and forever after they still have glimpses of what the donor saw...
August 04, 2009 by
Or rather I suppose it's nothing at all like that, but the fact of the matter is, whether you're aware of it or not, you know exactly what Morgan Meredith has seen.
I've recently found myself in the throws of yet another mind bind, and what better to resolve such a thing then to cry on the shoulder of a far away friend? The far away friend in this case was none other than everybody's favorite mystery bluger, and master of all things pizza, The Snob, pictured here attempting to retrieve an abandoned piece of gum without the use of his hands;
And it is with the utmost sincerity I tell Erik M. that in one fell swoop he successfully ruined farms, grey hair, tight pants, breathing, wind, singing, yoga, cows with long eyelashes, mullets, multicultural children, karate Gis, colorful unitards, and rastafarian chickens for me forever.
A Friday post on Thursday? What is this? Bizzaroland?
July 29, 2009 by
Nope, and it's not even Australia. The reason I'm posting Friday's edition of The Bummer Life on Thursday is because I feel the need to shake things up a bit. Reconfigure my schedule, if you will.
I realize it's not much, but for me at least, it's a start, and as an introduction to today's festivities, here is a photo of the back of Pinto's leg;
More correspondences from a far away friend, and other matters of simi-importance.
July 23, 2009 by
The one known as Sucka Pants gave us a low down on whats been transpiring while he's been gone. If you've been following along on his blog, then skip to the next part, if not, then here you go...
Before we get into anything, we need to deal with a matter of grand importance.
July 17, 2009 by
I found this shot taken of Billy by Cap'n Surly, and I would bet that if I didn't spread it's good word, we might very well be in danger of the world ending.
Shuffling around the house on Tuesday morning, I inexplicably began to reflect on a series of conversations I had with a group of friends on several different occasions while I was in college. (That's me standing behind and above Lamar.)
From ace homie, and epic adventurer, The Sucka Pants, we get the first email correspondence about what life is like when one grabs it by the pair, and goes for it;
Please allow me to shake some words out of my head and into yours. As you all may or may not recall, I recently returned to my childhood home of Evergreen Colorado to attend what I was presuming to be a train wreck of a twentieth high school reunion, and just before I left I got some words of wisdom from this fellow;
I'm tired of packing bags so I may as well drop a bit more before the door hits me where God split(s) me.
First up, there is a little project I've been thinking about called 'the anatomy of a commute'.
"Ladeez & Gentlemen,
doff your chapeau(s) in honor of America's Top Second Banana, Ed McMahon, who passed away today at age 86. That Budweiser blazer blows Stevil & mine's Budweiser sweater out of the water. HEY-OHHHHHHHHH!"
..to Colorado this Wednesday for a week long journey back in time and all of the train wreck that is my twenty year high school reunion, there are some matters that are in need of our attention, the first of which is work stuff;
The content of this post has almost nothing to do with popped corn.
June 19, 2009 by
In an attempt to maintain a relatively efficient posting schedule I have to write during all of hours of free time, but occasionally sometimes the free time is taken up with more important matters, such as these fellows;
Heaving sighs, telling lies and making artistic alibies.
June 17, 2009 by
These days I'm finding myself further and further towards the end of my proverbial rope, so for today's post, I will rely on the mail bag to do most of the work, because by and large I'm pretty much out of gas.
Right out of the gate though, I'll drop this bit, which defies any introduction or explanation;