Sorry ladies...

I'm not one to post too much flesh, but these are too good to pass up!

From an entire Star Wars burlesque show in LA I think... I must have missed this part of the movie when I was seven...

Fuggin' guy's everywhere!

For a guy that never seems to leave the house, Big D sure gets around. I'm innocently minding my own biz over at the Garage Mag site, when BAM! There's D in the background of yet another pic. I'm printing this one out to have him autograph it later. Seriously. He's a star. And he's dreamy... in a big, bald sorta way.

Not one to shy away from a little Geebus and Politics...

Eh, I'm just tired of all the f'ing God in our country. I was minding my own business yesterday, when a knock came on the door. Open it up and it's the general "family in the neighborhood spreading the word of Geebus" thing going on. I'm not going to hate on you for doing what you believe, but come on. When I say I'm not interested and even say "thank you, have a great rest of your weekend"... just go away. Don't ask if Geebus is in my heart. Don't ask if I've let him in. Just go away. I won't ask you if Satan keeps you up at night with that itch in your pants or if he makes you do that thing you do when nobody's looking. Ok? Deal?

Stole this from Darin's blog. Good shit. Now go away. 

Super secret projects...

Need vans. That's a fact. So... when we got our own super secret project around here, I knew the first step was to get a van. Dude I called understood the need and respected the super secret part, so I was down with the cash. This is the hookup. '73 Econoline. Super shape. Super secret. Keep it to yourself...

Is Baker Drivetrain trying to tell us something???

I was scoping out trans stuff and ran across this little tidbit under the King Kong Klutch page... hmmmm

I had no idea the KKK had an actual instruction manual... or that Baker would be so blatant about their endorsement of said organization. They must be high up the chain of command, because further investigation revealed that they have a registered trademark for KKK... who'da thunk??

Now we're talking!

I've totally found a new directional inspiration for the knuck! Think about it... the more you fire that damn thing, the lighter your payload = more gas mileage! It's actually a damn good reason to shoot shit! Count me in. Destruction and Suicide machines... a match made in... well... you get the picture!

Ok, just to be fair...

I have to admit that I too, have been moonlighting in the Romance Novel cover model thing... it's hard to keep away. Seriously...

This one is kind of a vampire meets porn stars thing...

No pics... just rant!

I'm gonna blow off some steam here. Deal with it. Today has been a comedy of errors - read: everybody around me is fucking up constantly. It started when I had to go follow up on an apparent attempt at cloning one of my bank cards. Talked to the bank last week about it and did the merry-go-round of assinine questions with them before deciding to just cancel my current card on said account and ordering a new one. Today, I took a look further back on my statement and found another transaction that looked shady, so I called to have that one added to the complaint list. Rather than just simply adding the amount to the list, the wonderful Wells Fargo rep decided that I must need my other accounts frozen and have those cards cancelled (all of them)... what the holy fuck??

Of course, I only find this out when I'm at the Depot trying to purchase 220V gear for the shop and plumbing parts for my kitchen sink so I can, you know, have running water in my house again and actually be able to use my shop tools. No go. Nothing works. No cash, no pipe fittings, no breakers, nada. I had 20 bucks on me, and realized that I was screwed in this day and age of "ATM or Nothing".

I call the bank yet again, only to have little miss customer service proceed to tell me that the other rep I spoke to must have determined that all of my accounts might be in jeopardy. I asked how the fuck (yes I said fuck to the startled woman on the phone) they could be in a position to decide such things without speaking to me about it. I was told that they were sorry for the error, but that they can't reinstate a card after canceling it. Huh? So what are my options?

She says "Go to the branch and get a temp card. They'll be happy to issue you one and you'll be back to normal."

OH, YOU MEAN THE BRANCH THAT'S FUCKING CLOSED ON PRESIDENT'S DAY???? THAT ONE??? YOU GOING TO CALL THE MANAGER ON HIS/HER HOLIDAY AND HAVE THEM MEET ME THERE? YOU'RE GREAT!!!

She was trembling on the other end of the phone after my abusive rant at this point.

See, I don't like credit cards and the bullshit that surrounds them, so I only use cash and ATM at this point. My bad. I figured that I was covered since I have THREE FUCKING ACCOUNTS THAT I COULD ACCESS. Nope. Not enough mister Craze. We decided to shut them all down. Have a nice day.

Wonderful. I hate banks. I hate people. I hate people at banks. I hate that nobody these days gives a rat's ass about doing an actual job. They just want you off the phone and click whatever buttons make that happen. This combination of buttons has forced me to be locked out of any of my money. You may think it's only for one day little miss "go to the bank on a holiday", but in fact, it's more than that. It's an entire day that I've now wasted because I can't possibly do any of the things on my list with the 20 bucks in my pocket. Not to mention I need to eat and have no groceries since I've been out of the fucking country.

So to anyone out there that is in the business of customer service (which should be everyone except serial killers and even they need to listen in), make sure you actually listen to the problem before determining a solution, because the solution you pick might just be a bigger problem than the original issue if you don't.

People like me have maps and internet. We will find you.

Don't even get me started on the granite people...

Time for my serenity prayer moment. Please hide the guns.

End rant...

I am feeling it...

Yeah, feeling the effects of a fucking cantankerous panhead! Bastard carb and clutch put me on the side of the road no fewer than a dozen times yesterday. Damn-near crippled from all the kicking to get her going again. Whine, bitch and moan... I know. Suck it up! Maybe the patron saint of motorcycles will heal me and make me the better man, before I go out there and blow the fucker up today. Either that, or send me a super E. 

Big thanks to Mike D for hooking a brother up with a lift home!

Monday Music and Motorcycles...

All in one! Holy crap... this is the exact vision I had for the knuck! So bummed that this guy did it first, and now I have to go a different route.

Oh well. Snooze and loose or something like that. I'm gonna go cry in my lack of milk.