The Widowmaker Goes Hungry

Well, the Isle of Man TT festival is over, and for a change, apparently nobody died.
Like many motorcyclists, I have a love/hate relationship with the TT. The course itself is beyond gorgeous, and I can definitely appreciate why some people call it the “ultimate challenge in motorsports.” Imagine taking your favorite motorcycle down [...]

It’s not supposed to do that.

My son is definitely enamored of the whole rock-star image, as I think I’ve said.  So every now and then he goes downstairs and completely bashes the living shit out of the little cheapo kiddie drum set we borrowed from a friend and her son.  That’ll rattle your fillings for the 5 minutes he does [...]

Subconscious Uprising

Man, I have been having some fucked up dreams lately.  As in so fucked up I won’t even bother to try to explain.  WTF is going on in my noggin?