Rather disappointing news...

Reposted from the interwebs...

"After much thought and consideration, The Road Agents have decided to end the annual Hot Rod Rumble on a permanent basis. We know this news will be a disappointment to many. We will miss it just as much as you, however as some of you may or may not know, many of us in the club have other projects and/or businesses that are taking priority. The show was a huge responsibility and a lot of hard work to put on every year, but as much as we enjoyed doing it, our personal lives were suffering. This combined with the fact that the Elks Lodge has gone bankrupt and we will no longer be able to use the grounds for the show, has brought us to the decision to call it quits. (Finding a new location is not the big issue here.) I am sure you will all understand.

We would like to whole-heartedly thank everyone who has supported us for the past nine years (8 shows) and made the show not only memorable, but also made the rest of the country stand up and take a second look at the East Coast and the cool rods and customs we drive. We couldn’t have done it without you!

Lastly, I would like to emphasize that the end of the Rumble does not mean the end of the Road Agents Car Club! We look forward to finally getting out there and hitting up and supporting other shows this summer. We also have a few things up our sleeves for the future that we will post on our web site, so keep an eye out for them!

Again, a HUGE Thanks to everyone who has supported the show, especially those who have been with us since day one! It’s been a blast!

Luke Karosi"

Simply Smashing!

On Friday, snow fell from the sky.

As I was pulling into my driveway after driving home from work, I hit a patch of ice and skidded into my garden retaining wall. The wall shattered and stones flew into the air cartoon style, then scattered all over the sidewalk. (If you look at the cartoony drawing of my house at the top of this page, you can see the wall I'm talking about.)

I'm not sure if there is any damage to my car, because I drive a crappy Seabring and I don't care. It still runs, and I'm not all that concerned with it's cosmetics. It's a Seabring. It was ugly when it was new. Dents could only IMPROVE the car...maybe give it some character.

Anyway, I attempted to rebuild the broken stone wall on Saturday, but there was too much snow around to really see what I was doing. Plus, the stones are very heavy, and have you seen my arms? Wimpy!

Obsessive collage

I heard about this book today and it seems really really neat...


Apparently it has been...
"painstakingly assembled from 40,000 fragments of text snipped from women's magazines."

Rawle is a writer and collage artist who used publications from the 1960s -- plus scissors and glue -- to create his text.

Look....

This looks great.

Backdoor Dan

Last night at three in the morning I was woken up by the sound of rustling and clanking and other noises that, in my semi-awake, groggy state, sounded like my home was being broken into.

I did what any paranoid person would do... I grabbed the phone off my night stand, hid under my bedcovers and listened very purposely in order to try and determine what was happening. I came to the conclusion that I wasn't being burgled and that the noise was happening somewhere outside.

I should add that I fully blame my burglar paranoia on McGruff the Crime Dog. His "Take a Bite Outta Crime" campaign that saturated my brain when I was a kiddo has traumatized me. I'm constantly checking to make sure doors are locked and that windows are secure. It's awful.

Anyway....

I crawled out from my blankety hideout, ambled into my kitchen and looked out the window. What I saw was probably the dumbest thing my jerk neighbors have done, thus far...

My jerk neighbor was installing a new exterior door to his house, at THREE IN THE MORNING.

THREE. IN. THE. MORNING.

I'm not generally bothered my noise all that much, having previously lived in Allston where ruckus thrives like rats, but cutting through the WALL OF A BUILDING at that hour is inconsiderate. And dumb.

But mostly inconsiderate.

This makes me oh so happy....

One piece at a time

Yesterday as I was driving home from work, I lost a hubcap.

Actually, I didn't lose it. I know where it is. It's on the side of the road on Route 16.

My hubcap decided to liberate itself when I accidently drove over (or in this case, INTO) a giant pothole that I'm going to assume was deep enough that if you peered in, you would be able to see the earth's core.

I drove back that way this morning to see if I could find my runaway hubcap, but alas, it was gone.

Your time has come

I've been in denial all winter, but the time has finally come to replace my heating system. The boiler has simply become too unreliable. I have had to get the damn thing serviced twice in the last week.

One night last week I came home and Dolemite was standing in the kitchen all puffed up because he was cold. Poor cat. I can generally gage how long the heat has not been working by the "puffed up-ness" of his coat. It would seem that the heat had not been working all day. I hardly notice anymore. I think my blood has thickened and I"ve become impervious to the cold.

Once my current tank of oil is gone, Orville (the boiler) will be put to pasture.

I'll be switching over the house from oil to gas, as gas requires less service and I already have a gas line in for my clothes dryer and stove.

"They" say that everything breaks the first two years you are in a new house. This coming June marks two years, so hopefully this will be the last thing that will go. I hope so, because I can't even think of anything else that COULD break in my house, unless a tree falls on my roof or something.

I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

Someburger loves me....

I got this email this morning....


Be still, my beating taste buds.

Nice package

I love love love this packaging....

The daughter of the king.

Happy Birthday, Lisa Marie Presley.