Brought to you by the effects of Stockholm Syndrome from holding myself hostage for so many years.
Friday, September 12, 2008
TIGF!!!: Just enjoy this fabulous gymnastic routine and other stuff
This guy actually comes from around my parts. It takes a damn good gymnast to make it look this bad and pull it off.
My favorite thing before Star Wars was Steve Austin and Evel Knievel. The only thing that has survived all of the trends has been my love for Bigfoot, and I think that all started when Bionic Bigfoot battled Steve Austin (The Six Million Dollar Man) and later The Bionic Woman. I am not joking when I say that every time I am in the mountains I secretly hope to discover Bigfoot or a pride/herd, whatever, of these magnificent beasts. I think the key to understanding Bigfoot is that it is a spiritual creature, or, it exists in the spiritual dimension. There is something rather Twin Peaks about Bigfoot, being able to be in our world and its own. This is the one thing that would turn me into a total woodshed nutcase. It's a good thing that I don't have enough money to spend on a good woodshed or I'd be in trouble. For more about my fascination with Bigfoot, read these posts: here, here, andhere. Those are not all of them, just a good starting point. Those are actually funny posts, you know, from when I was funny.
Speaking of things bionic, I think that the world needs a new spin on the whole Steve Austin franchise. He and the bionic woman should have a bionic baby, then both of them die horribly in a grease fire. The baby then gets put in a basket on the steps of a normal suburban family (how, I don't know) and they adopt the child. Hilarity ensues as all sorts of crazy bionic shenanigans take place. Kevlar Huggies, anyone?
I am no longer inheriting a 1964 Chevy truck from my oldest sister. The truck was my brother-in-law's grandpa's truck. I was going to take it off of their hands and fix it up as a relic'ed parts getter. A little thing called cancer put a damper on that idea. Since, my brother-in-law gave it away to his uncle, the son of the original owner. It is going to be fixed up, I suppose. But, it won't be as cool as I would have done it. So, I come across a '60 short bed, fleetside Chevy truck the other day as I'm being driven home from surgery. Maybe it was the drugs I was on, but I fell in love with the orange and rust colored beast. For those who have no idea what one looks like, they are gloriously ugly with the infamous "eye brow" hood. This one to the right is a stepside '60 Chevy that is no where near as ugly as they look stock. I love ugly old trucks that either look like they have chrome gay man handle bar mustaches or circus freak wagons. Anyway, this particular truck was not for sale. I guess I will just have to wait, probably when I'm married and it will cause my wife to leave me.