Beef and Chicken at a fishing club meeting. . . Seems like there would have been something else on the menu.went to the annual Fly Fishing Club BBQ last night. Really good Tri Tip and Chicken plus good sides and desserts. First mug of espresso isn't doing me much good so to quote a certain movie..."Thank you sir, May I have another?
So yeah, what else is going on?Again, I find myself this morning at the door of Jury Room 261, 360 Adams Street. The aperture is black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness is indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings. The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable, and at length I heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a an empaneled juror had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
Crazy weather up here last night...you guys get pummeled? I think the mad scientists at the Mountain were screwing with the weather control thingamajig...again.
School things are starting back up. Wife is going in for classroom organization and some training. I have to take kid to highschool at 10 for pictures and schedule pick up. Maybe I'll go ride after, if I can squeeze the in before the monsoon kicks off.
We had a hell of a lightning show, but only got about 15 minutes of mild rain. I was definitely expecting hail, but we didn't get any. How bad was it up there?Crazy weather up here last night...you guys get pummeled? I think the mad scientists at the Mountain were screwing with the weather control thingamajig...again.
so did that woman have to go to your boss for the info or whatWork was busy and stressful yesterday.
first driving then this, my godI have to take kid to highschool
you need to work the word gibbonous into your next post...Again, I find myself this morning at the door of Jury Room 261, 360 Adams Street. The aperture is black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness is indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings. The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable, and at length I heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a an empaneled juror had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
hey....went to the annual Fly Fishing Club BBQ last night. Really good Tri Tip and Chicken plus good sides and desserts. First mug of espresso isn't doing me much good so to quote a certain movie..."Thank you sir, May I have another?
Again, I find myself this morning at the door of Jury Room 261, 360 Adams Street. The aperture is black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness is indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings. The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable, and at length I heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a an empaneled juror had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
Depends on how tacoed. Try it and report back.Is a taco'ed rim worth rebuilding or fixing, or is it pretty much toast? I think I can pull the one off my daughter's old bike to put on this new one, but I am shocked at how difficult it is to find a replacement honestly, and the rim and hub are like new aside from the rim being...wobbly. 24 spokes or whatever and an hour of my time doesn't sound so bad if it's salvageable.
I meant to tell you before you left that they were shutting down 70 for rock work during the week...Driving to Junction for the race. 70 and 40 are both currently shut down for the next 20 min. Yay! Going to stop at Colorado Natl Monument on the way out for day 1 of the vacation part.
Aren't you the guy that buys from Ali-bay-chen all the time? You can find EVERYTHING there.Is a taco'ed rim worth rebuilding or fixing, or is it pretty much toast? I think I can pull the one off my daughter's old bike to put on this new one, but I am shocked at how difficult it is to find a replacement honestly, and the rim and hub are like new aside from the rim being...wobbly. 24 spokes or whatever and an hour of my time doesn't sound so bad if it's salvageable.
You should tell him now. I'm away, otherwise I'd do it.I meant to tell you before you left that they were shutting down 70 for rock work during the week...
I'd give it the ole, grab it firmly with both hands and whack it on the ground until it's somewhat true then get it as good as possible with spoke tension, trick. Then ride it till it dies.Is a taco'ed rim worth rebuilding or fixing, or is it pretty much toast? I think I can pull the one off my daughter's old bike to put on this new one, but I am shocked at how difficult it is to find a replacement honestly, and the rim and hub are like new aside from the rim being...wobbly. 24 spokes or whatever and an hour of my time doesn't sound so bad if it's salvageable.
Whelp. Picked as an alternate. The cuckold of the courtroom.Again, I find myself this morning at the door of Jury Room 261, 360 Adams Street. The aperture is black with a darkness almost material. That tenebrousness is indeed a positive quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous wings. The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable, and at length I heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness. The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a an empaneled juror had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
It's hard to read something like this from someone who doesn't have a custom title yet.cuckold of the courtroom.
Glenwood Springs. The girls minds were blown driving through when explaining how the river cut it. Geology ftw.
like thinking you can defeat nature...at this point it's colorado dept of transportation bulldozers that keep it a canyon
It tries really hard to not be