damn, all i want is to ride a bike. is that too much? my plans to purchase a Santa Cruz Heckler frame were dashed on the rocks this AM when i got an email from the jerk saying “oh, i just sold that to a local guy last night”. and this was after we had talked for a couple days about the details of the purchase and I had already PayPalled him the cash. he did send the $ back, but it still pissed me off.


maybe that all happened for the best, because i jumped back up on the MTBR classifieds and found a sweet Kona Roast frame for almost half the cost. I mailed off a money order about 30 min. ago!





so i should be riding again in a week or 2… finally! before that whole mess i got an email from my friend stephen (was the best man at my wedding). he and his wife are thinking about having another kid and they asked if Kristy and i would want to be godparents! age hits fast, eh? married, godparents… left, right, hook, KO!! needless to say, we are super honored and excited and amazed.


you know, travis and the plan just totally ripped off Candy Machine. especially travis’ vocal inflections (you know, that whole fred schneider schtick)

Breaking Tom Petty news:


Tom Gets Married Twice- cool, i wanna be married by Little Richard


Bassist Howie Epstein busted for drugs in a stolen car.

added a new section, nostalgia. this will [hopefully] be updated weekly, just ‘cuz i’m a nostalgic old fool. i get to thinking about all these old songs and old movies and what they led me to and who and why and when. it’s a runaway train.


this week’s rememberance: Suicidal Tendencies

things rotating, rapidly disseminating into entropy. for today, i will try to present four points of ballast in this boy-raised-by-dogs culture. point yr eyes to:

• fuck regret
  
  
  
• macho shoes
  
  
  
• where cars meet
  
  
  
• blelvis
  
  
  

the first proof that i got married is up. [well i guess i coulda just went on vacation...]


Honeymoon Photos


there’s a bunch more, but i think these are the cream of the crop. should be getting the wedding pics back very soon.


picked up and yesterday [thanks krista & elmer!]. watched CTHD last nite, but i was so sleepy i don’t think i really got a full appreciation for it. the new Burning Airlines is okay, but kinda bland on first listen. we’ll see.

okay, i think we’re alone now (think Tiffany…)


i had a nice, low-key birthday weekend. cosmic bowling with friends. how romantic, i know… it was a heated bowling battle ‘tween Elmer and Kristy. i think kristy won 2 outa 3 three games. we all know she woulda gotten stomped if Luscious Lex was there. [he's the mo betta' bowla] i just practiced the bowling ball long throw…


I’m more than halfway thru Delillo’s Underworld. amazing visual descriptions, characters, please-tear-me-away-from-this-book-i’ve-gotta-go-to-sleep kinda read. mmm mmm good.


i need a bike. a deal is being worked out for a used Santa Cruz Heckler. very frustrated ’til then. grrrr.





bakka.

mmmm.. suspiciously enough, i’ve felt old and tired every minute since i turned 25. didn’t leave the house until 6pm yesterday and i’ve been thinking about starting a bowel blog. i’d 24-hour-blog the hell outta that.


kristy’s b-day present is awesome:

more later.

i have GOT to find a way to get the man offa my back. it’s cutting into my web time! that’s a serious infraction! y’all best not be messing wit my surfin da intanet. i’m thinkin about buying this digital camera. i am thinking about buying this frame. gimme, gimme, gimme. i need some more.


i want to hit some extreme bowling for my birthday (it’s sunday.. the big 1/4 century). i was planning on doing the Old Dominion Beerfest again this year, but i don’t think i have time for all that drinkin’ [i know.. it's blasphemy]


hopefully come monday, things will have calmed down a bit and i will devote all of my time to you, precious internet… mmmmmmmmm.. internet.

this is me. everything i’ve always bitched about with clients is eloquently written over at A List Apart: The Client Did It


once again, posting/blogging is limited ‘coz of all the people hovering around these days. it’s fun to have this much life in the office, but via cropduster “I’m not a people person”.


old 97s is tonite at the 930 club. i’m mildly psyched. it’s gonna be an awesome show (always is), but i could really use a quiet night at home right about now. so many things are going on. kristy’s boss has decided to move the lab to jersey. neither of us have any desire to live in the “land of medical waste” [sorry, ryan] so she’s got a big what-to-do dillema on her hands. now that she’s my wife… i guess it’s on my hands too ;>


exciting progressions on the band front, too… the crew’s been busy while i was away getting married. new songs, equipment and floodings.


gwomp.

thanks go out to ryan for playing the part of Donna while i was out on vacation. yeah, he had you all fooled. admit it. i was especially impressed with the research he did on cozumel to insert the names and places (and pics!).


yup, there was no skinnydipping, no policia skirmishes and i wasn’t hanging out at internet cafe’s on my honeymoon! kept ya entertained, tho… that’s what we do here. [supposedly]