Friday, October 29, 2004

make your OWN sprinter?

paper models
, that's how

top 10 motorcycles I wish I owned

1948 Vincent Black Shadow Like Rollie Free set the records on
1964 Honda 305 Superhawk
1958 Velocette 350 MAC
1977 Harley XLCR Cafe Racer
1953 Indian Chief Roadmaster
1986 Yamaha SRX 600
1950's FlatHead Harley "Bob Job"
1929 Scott Flying Squirrel
1998 Honda Pacific Coast 800
1938 Truimph Speed Twin

there are other misc bikes I really want, and the PCH fluctuates on and off my list.

I'd like a:
Honda CT70 like the one I rode to Mexico
Honda Hawk NT650 Like Joe has
Yamaha YSR 50
1947 Schwinn Whizzer
Mustang (any variety)
MotoMorini 250 Mono
Munch Mammut
BSA Goldie Cafe Racer
Norton Manx

Everyone Makes Way for a Bullet!

Yay, a pal posted the linki to the Indian Royal Enfield television commercial.

Click the link! Then in the lower center of the page is a link to a javascript popup called "Watch the TV Commerical" click that, and see how cool Royal Enfield bikes are.

I ride the Bullet! Everyone makes way for the Bullet!

This just in from the amazing Doctor Whozat

Finally, Some medical advice that makes sense:

Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain... Good

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. Your stomach is almost all muscle. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO ....
Cocoa beans .. another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!

Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets

Thursday, October 28, 2004

New specie of human ancestor found in Indonesia?

Cassini Spacecraft photos of Titan:

Wayne Newton receives Walk of Stars Star

Wisconsin Man uses amazing excuse in attempt to bump off wife. I knwo some gals from Wisconsin, little 110 ain't gonna do it.

I wish I had more news, or something personal, but I am just so dang wore out, I got a big bunch of nothing.


Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Phone Mods:

Korean War Era

Duct Tape Mod

Vintage Retro

Monday, October 25, 2004

apparently I am a moron.

Sara got this jacket, not the one I showed earlier

though I can't tell much difference.

Friday we went to see the midnight showing of Donnie Darko, it was swell to get out with pals, and Sara was brilliant to organize.

Saturday morning we got up early and went to the RoadRider motorcycle parking lot sale, I got some goggles, spare handlebars, etc... Then went to help my pal Julia move. I love Julz and Mark, they bought a cool new home. Let's be Brutally Honest. They own way too much crap. It inspired me to try to pare down more of my possessions. If you own enough stuff that you cannot move it all yourself, you need to hire movers, or have less stuff.

I believe, in general, we keep too much stuff. Tools I understand, but everything else, well, heck, I do not need a closet SO full of clothes I never wear,.... you get the idea.

Saturday evening, back to RoadRider and Sara bought a cool Tecknic jacket. It fits her better than her other jacket, and will give her more choice. I think they only make one pant that goes with it.

BUT WAIT! You just said you own too much crap. Motorcycle gear is like a tool. You need a few choices. This, I understand. It's like a wierd existential joke.

Matt was with us, we stopped at Grocery Outlet on Curtner/Tully & Monterrey. They sell wildly discounted groceries, and had an amazing cheese selection. As well as a million cases of Treet. A Spam alternative..... Too Bad they do not have Smeat, which I only saw once on a boy scout camp trip

Dinner at Tlaquepaque in the hood, some drinks, back to Matts where we somehow saw "Brawlin Broads" video his brother Dan had, then home

Sunday morning ride to Uvas Dam, Mt. Madonna, and all around these hills I do not know, in the rain and fog. It was fun. YAY.

Sunday afternoon I helped Sara's boss, who is new to riding, change brake pads on his bike, then cleaned my bike, then cleaned me, then took a nap

Woo hoo!

Got to work today, and someone sent me this link that is a video of how to do a pelvic exam. If you are a guy, and have no clue what is goin on down there with girls, this will teach you everything you never wanted to know. BTW, I could only make it about 4 minutes in before I got queasy and thought I was gonna barf.

Friday, October 22, 2004

I am Jennifer Kahn's biggest fan. For the next 12 hours.

Years ago I swore I would not read "Wired" magazine, as it caused profuse headaches ending with magazines flying across the room and swearing. Fortunately, they've revised the format enough that I can actually read it now, sans headaches, drama and paper flinging.

All this prelude brings me to the point.

I just finished an article by Jennifer Kahn on brain mapping in the October issue.

Yes, for the next 12 hours, I am her biggest fan, and will point out the article to all my pals, telling them how brilliant she is. No, not for the 'cool' factor, but for the first paragraph.

She is the first person who has illustrated my feelings about music in print. It's disruptive, it's irritating, and 98% of the time, it's pure crap. The older I get, the more I realize, it's not just crap, it's recycled crap, stolen from a song 20 years older.

I do enjoy a little music every so often, but I just don't like the constant blaring cacaphony of rubbish playing on most every radio/cd/stereo I hear.

I'd love to be able to go to a bar or restaurant, and just have some quiet, to think, converse, etc. without some blaring nincompoop singing about her low rider jeans and a yeast infection, or whatever ridicule is vogue nowadays.

And she hit the nail on the head in a few simple words. "For starters, I don't listen to music. It disrupts my concentration and makes me cranky."

yep. me too.

12 hours.

Sorry Sara, I love you dearly, but someone has put it in words. I know music is very important to Sara, and she will be upset with me, but really, I get so cranky. Not with her, just with music and distraction. in general.

Last night was fun. I got home from work and installed a swivel base on the passenger seat of the sprinter. then I chatted with BOTH next door neighbors.

Sara has school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I went to the neighborhood mexican joint with Matt and had some dinner & booze. Matt started talking politics, as is the sport of everyone this close to the election, but fortunately it stopped.


this morning, rode the XR 650R to work, like a hooligan. Woo Hooo Hoooligan!

Back to Politics, my old pal Dr. Thompson has an amazing article in Rolling Stone. reference here.

I wonder if Joe the Red Headed Menace got his birthday present?

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I heard Dot's Place burned down today.  It was where

you went for lunch in Austin, on Friday, before heading to the
Poodle Dog Lounge.

They had the best damn soul food ever.

Sold the Isuzu to a nice man yesterday, I hope he enjoys her as much as I did.

I am reading some books by Neal Stevenson.

He is really bright.

And he looks like my kid brother, which freaks me out.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I just took the ST-1100 to Alex at Fastline for a timing belt! It is a large bike, and does not fit well in the Sprinter. Getting it out was silly.

Did I mention it is raining here? And everyone goes insane when it rains.

Finally, I hate TV! Here is the product for me!

Someone is pullin pranks on about me!
My pal Chris points this out. And I wonder which of my pals posted this, cause I never been to that restaurant, (Pink Taco, is this a joke? That's in Las Vegas, not Los Angeles) and I never stiff a waitress. And I dunno if I could run up a $166 bill.

fess up? who done it?

Monday, October 18, 2004

I just read this, it is hilarious. I will now try to find what they mean in used car ads,

BTW, the LLROL is for sale:

How to Read Personal Ads


Adventurer...............Slept with all your friends
Athletic......................No tits
Average looking........Has a face like a basset hound
Beautiful.....................Pathological liar
Contagious Smile.......Does a lot of Ecstasy
Emotionally Secure.....Medicated
Feminist.......................Fat ballbuster
Free spirit.....................Junkie
Friendship first.............Trying to live down reputation as a slut
Fun.............................. Annoying
Good Listener............Borderline Autistic
New-Age...................All body hair, all the time
Old-fashioned............Lights out, missionary position only, no BJ's
Outgoing....................Loud and Embarrassing
Passionate.................Sloppy drunk
Poet............................Depressive Schizophrenic
Professional..............Certified Bitch
Redhead....................Bad dye-job
Reubenesque...........Grossly Fat
Romantic.................Looks better by candle light
Social........................Been passed around like an hors doeuvres tray
Voluptuous.............Very Fat
Weight proportional w/height........Hugely Fat
Wants Soulmate........ Stalker
Widow.........................Drove first husband to shoot himself
Young at heart.........Old bat


40-ish.................................52 and looking for 25-yr-old
Athletic..............................Watches a lot of NASCAR
Average looking...............Unusual hair growth on ears, nose, & back
Educated...........................Will patronize the shit out of you
Free Spirit........................Banging your sister
Friendship first...............As long as friendship involves nookie
Fun...................................Good with a remote and a six pack
Good looking...................Arrogant
Very good looking...........Dumb as a board
Honest..............................Pathological Liar
Huggable..........................Overweight, more body hair than a bear
In an open relationship.........married with children
Likes to cuddle.................Insecure mama's boy
Mature..............................Older than your father
Open-minded...................Wants to sleep with your roommate but she's not interested
Physically fit....................Does a lot of 12-ounce curls
Poet..................................Wrote ex-girlfriend's # on a bathroom stall
Sensitive...........................Cries at chick flicks
Very sensitive.................Gay
Spiritual............................Got laid in a cemetery once
Stable...............................Arrested for stalking, but not convicted
Thoughtful.......................Says "Excuse me" when he farts

my sitemeter blew up, I tried to reinstall it, I do not know if it has peoperly reposted my weblog

So busy I forgot I passed myself in the hallway. I need to stop and rest

Did I this weekend? Nope

Friday night? we watched "Team America" from the South Park Guys. it was V-funny. Then got home, Sara wanted to go downtown for drinks. We drove in her Festiva, passed Hotel DeAnza, but kept going. Should have stopped (odd foreshadowing)

Saturday morning my pal Jay Shivaram came over to work on his Yamaha YZF600. We installed Helibars. But he got them from eBay, so they were not the right size. What would OMJ do? we built shims cut from beer cans. They are installed. Also swapped brake pads. Jay says he is much happier.

Saturday afternoon I rushed to Help my pal Julia move. I hate moving. I hate it almost more than anything in the world. So if you are moving, and think about calling me, please do not. I hate moving. At this point in my life, I think if you have enough stuff to need help moving it, you should call a moving company. BUT! Julz is a dear friend, so I will help her. She is tops on the list. I rush to her house, and she looks at me like I am insane. Because? She is moving NEXT Saturday! ha!

Saturday night we go out with Dale & Joan. Went to Hawgz Seafood in downtown San Jose. Don't let the name fool you, cause it is a nice place. Then to the Improv to see comedy. Good thing I was drunk as hell. Cause I usually dislike comedy. We saw Bobby Slayton, he is obscene, but a fellow red sea pedestrian. Then we went to the bar at Hotel DeAnza! Brilliant. I really liked it. Schwanky joint!

Sunday morning, woke up, Sara made me pancakes & eggs. yummy. Then we dropped the truck off at the Park across from Dale's place. I must sell the LLROL. Then off to Phil at Aftershocks to pickup the forks for my Honda.

Rush home and install the suspension on the Honda, and ride it back to Phil, for fine tuning, which it really did not need. He did good. Then back home

Clean up, go get the truck, then back home for Pizza and a Movie. While in Ireland, Jack's Sister Mona recommended "The Field" well, if you have an evening to kill, and want to be really depressed, I recommend it. Otherwise, you'd do much better to watch PornStar, the life of Ron Jeremy. Hmm, Short, Pudgy, Furry, Hebrew (like me) Pornstar (not like me)

They are about to begin selling the Smart Car in the US.

Sara asked what were the candidates writing while taking notes during the presidential debates. Here is one sample found on the net.

In conclusion
(this is old, he passed in 96)

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed.

Last week Larry La Prise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93.

The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.

They put his left leg in, and then the trouble started.

SHUT UP. You know it is funny.

Friday, October 15, 2004


I am sooo upset

I have way too much work to do, I am not accomplishing anything, and I feel I have not completed anything

I've been working on presentation stuff all morning, and forgot to go to the bathroom

and I just farted.

I am not confident

I may have dropped a pebble.

I may need to go home for fresh trousers.

Today is a low low day

BUT! I hope I made someone laugh

and I have perspective. I am still alive, and that is great.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

life, moving too fast

too much to handle

Did benz-o conversion on sprinter yesterday, replaced all dodge brandings with euro mercedes emblems. It is in shop now for tint on windows.

Enfield Bullet is 1/2" too long to fit, I need to remount taillight on Bullet, then it will fit


Oh, drug dealers are sneaky! Found this link to ways they conceal and traffic

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Today I will kill off my LOTD site. I have not been posting anything there I have not covered in my weblog, so the web-log will be the only site left.

Make a note, bookmark, whatever, but if you want to keep up on me, it is there, not the link of the day.

Ya ya ya ya Woo hoo!

Saturday, October 09, 2004

from my pal Dr. Whozat


The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year-old rancher, in town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumor had it that he was marrying a "mail order" bride.

Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor was true. Tom assured him that it was.

The banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be. Tom proudly said, "She'll be twenty-one in November."

Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty-year-old man. Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully suggested that Tom should consider getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course.

Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon.

About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again.

"How's the new wife?" asked the banker.

Tom proudly said, "Oh, she's pregnant."

The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued,
"And how's the hired hand?"

Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's pregnant too."

Don't ever underestimate us old geezers.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

I know, I have not written since last Friday. It's been really hectic at work, and I just have not had time or energy. fortunately, my pal Tom sent me a "little Johnny" joke, and I included it below, it reminded me to stop and live.

The Sprinter went into Jesse's Happy Vans for cabin outfitting on Monday. It should be ready today, I'll call and find out. If it is ready, I'll ride over on the Bullet, toss it in back, and motor home.

Bullet! My pal Matt got a Bullet 350 like mine on Saturday. Julz forwarded email from someone who was selling his. I bought it, the price was great. Then If Sara wanted it??? which she did not, so Matt wanted it. Sold. We have ridden around on matching bullets, AND we have matching Sprinters. Sara says we are gay. :)

Had Indian food the other day. My experience was nice, not like this gals.

Sorry, brief update, but got to get back to work.

Little Johnny Strikes Again

A grade school teacher in Kentucky asked her students to use the word "fascinate" in a sentence.

Molly put up her hand and said, "My family went to my granddad's farm, and we all saw his pet sheep. It was fascinating." The teacher said, "That was good, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate, not fascinating".

Sally raised her hand. She said, "My family went to see Rock City and I was fascinated." The teacher said, "Well, that was good Sally, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate."

Little Johnny raised his hand. The teacher hesitated because she had been burned by Little Johnny before.

She finally decided there was no way he could damage the word "fascinate", so she called on him.

Johnny said, "My aunt Gina has a sweater with ten buttons, but her tits are so big she can only fasten eight."

The teacher cried.

Friday, October 01, 2004

I have nothing, work is killing me, Logistics and tight deadlines, getting things done, then watching them sit on someone else's desk? ARGH!

So this is from my sister>

I finally looked at the link on your site to see what the Sprinter looks like. I reminds me of an updated version of a British delivery van. Specifically, the van used by Cruella DeVille's henchmen to kidnap all the Dalmatian puppies.

The Sprinter looks menacing.

Earlier this week, I saw B.B. King play at the Bass Concert hall. It was an infusion of hipness, which was immediately drained away when I chose to watch the presidential debates last night.

It doesn't really matter who is president because the Fortune 500 runs everything, but I'm tired of Bush maligning Texas.

There are a few things that you might want to tell your California friends about Bush:
First, he is NOT from Texas. He was born in New Haven, CT. I looked on a map and there's a New London and a New Braunfels, but no New Haven. He could not qualify for a "Native Texan" commemorative birth certificate

Second, Texans don't talk like they have a mouth full of marbles unless they are drunk or have a mouth full of marbles. This is a recording of LBJ, a real Texan

Third, Texans don't smirk. We glare, we squint, we give the stink eye, we might raise an eyebrow (before pulling out a gun), but we never smirk. Smirks are for smug yankees and people who play folk music on guitars.

O.K. Rant over.

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