This blog isn’t getting used. In order to justify paying for a website, I’m going to have to start posting something, and I’m afraid that might be poetry. None of it is very good. If you subscribe to the RSS feed, you might want to stop that now. This is your advance warning. I’ve done everyone a favor by stopping the automatic import to Facebook.
Cheers.
I’ve got this problem. I don’t want people to think I’m a total fanboy. There are enough Harley guys with Harley jackets and Harley doo rags and Harley boots. I don’t need to be the Ducati version of that. Whatever it is.
But look at how most motorcycle helmets look:
And look at a Ducati helmet:
I mean, could you blame me for buying that? I need suggestions. I like simple stripes. Retro racing helmets are cool. Full-face is a must.
Inspired by this post about hot dogs, I would like to make a list of things that, while not ideal, are better than having a running nose and a wheezing cough.
I guess that last item makes it a comprehensive list, but feel free to add your own, anyway.
I just caught the young fellow who was bagging my groceries at Hy Vee as he slowly peeled back the plastic bag containing my portobello and poked at the gills with his index finger.
“That’s a big mushroom.”
Young man, you would not believe the wonders that await you in this world. Corn with kernels that are both yellow and cream in color! Watermelon with no seeds! Pizza that you have to take home and bake yourself!
Kid, I can’t wait until you discover alcohol that has been carefully hidden in Jello. Truly, it will blow your mind. Until then, please keep your finger off of my produce. I was thinking about slicing that mushroom raw into a salad, but I’m pretty sure, now, that I should cook it until it dies.