the bigger they are...

The first of the three has fallen and is well along the way to being a glorified distributor state-side of once-great italian crap-machines. (that's right- i said it: Modern Fiats are the automotive equivalent of a knock-knock joke told by a stutterer)

(que up the WIllie Nelson: Blue Skies)


Okay... lets do this.

GM is elliminating not just the model but the WHOLE FUCKING BRAND of cars that my company actually currently supplies hyrbid batteries for. It could work out...

While GM is hacking off limbs, my favorite domestic auto brand will not be spared.

(Delbert McClinton: Had a Real Good Time)

Dozens of manufacturing plants, dozens of suppliers, 10's of thousands of jobs gone, remaining wages slashed, benefits slashed...

An entire industry devistated; A city on the edge, dealt a death blow.


What happened here?


(Hold Steady: Lord I'm discouraged)


On the otherhand, while i'm sitting here at work, waiting for someone to hand me a box and point me to the parking lot, i can't communicate with my supplier in Mexico. Because they're closed. Because of that pig virus. Yes, it's fun to watch it spread like a beautiful crystaline structure forming over the the surface of a sphere, but i'm pretty sure its NOT going to wipe us all out. Not this time.

What the fuck are we supposed to do here?

What I'm going to do is go home and continue the training (when the swelling goes down in my foot). I'm going to do some pull ups and water the plants. I'm going to build my $500 race car and i'm going to race it. You're all invited to come watch it all fall apart. There'll be plenty of beers.

a different kind of pretty

Eventually, Detroit will be a giant, overgrown wilderness centrally located with plenty of river front property.

I'm excited to see it happen. The thought nature reclaiming the blown out abyss is soothing and helps distract from the economic meltdown and, you know, bloody, violent fire-bombing riots that will surely follow.

I've decided to invest in fancy cars and tattoos, which reminds me, Recent conversations have left me thinking about tattoos again. This obviously leads to looking at pictures of tattoos, which almost always leads to pictures of girls with tattoos.

They look something like this:











Wow. Seriously. A woman with another woman tattooed on her? It'd be like an instant threesome!

And, then, maybe something for myself...

The internet is the only one that really loves me

proof: I love Russians




Proof: I hate fucking hipsters


Proof: Steve McQueen. (Apparently if you put the traditionally bad-ass Irish "Mc" in front of your name, it nullifies the pussy-ness of it, even if it is "Queen")

+3 Skill

This week i purchased a welder. It can fit in a back pack, runs off household power and looks like this:



and the details can be found here


Here is what you should now about this purchase:

1) I've always wanted to be capable of joining metal and now i have the technology
2) Arc (or Stick welding) is harder than mig welding but the equipment is cheaper
3) The product was mis-marked in the store -$30 so i got it at an unintended discount
4) The whole set-up, welder, auto-darkening mask, rods, hammer, and beefed up electrode holder together was like 200 bones.
5) The reason this stuff was so cheap is China
6) The Welder box and all it's contents smell SEVERELY of dead fish.

That's right, the welder, the power cord, the instructions... all reek of fish. (You win again China)


Now i will endeavor on the self-taught welding process. remember kids: make small circles, watch out for sun burn and be sure you're getting good penetration.

This shit ain't game cousin

Everyone needs a pick me up from time to time.

I was a little sore that i didn't witness a personal transformation from mild-mannered-jabroni to rock-god-super-man-amongst-Norwegian-super-skanks from any of you blow hards out there after watching the video posted below.


I was really hoping to change lives.

Are you ready for rock in roll?

I assume because most of you (myself included) are no long what we'd consider "young" and for the most part are pretty much just wandering though life, you probably seek direction, curious ultimately, how should YOU go about living YOUR life? What am I doing here? WHAT THE FUCK IS NEXT?

I give you the answer: become this man. BECOME A GOD! (Also, get a motorcycle)



"I didn't come here to fuckin save whales" (so to speak)


Look: The SYSTEM IS BROKEN. Unfortunately, I do not have the answers. But what i do know, is that more complicated laws, more levels of bureaucracy and more idiots thinking they DO know the answer, leads to greater success at FURTHER BREAKING of the system!

(why is everyone yelling?)


Finally, a PETITION to stop these people before it's too late!


a quick shout out to roommates gone by

Now if you'll excuse, my young bride awaits:

cincinnati two step

(you know what they say about guys with big feet? they have big shoe collections)