Y’know, it’s really pointless trying to write funny stuff for money when there’s so much hysterical free stuff already out there. Satire is a very poor second to the real deal. Case in point: Texts From Last Night. Some examples:
(859): im in a kiddie pool, high, with a keg in arms reach. If i had [...]
From our The More Things Change Etc. Department comes this cartoon by Pat Oliphant, circa 1976. This is not the first time the swine have sought revenge upon the long pigs for turning them into chops, bacon and green chile stew, and it won’t be the last.
In other news, the prez met the press again [...]
I’ve never followed the Tour of the Gila in person, though I’ve written it up long-distance and edited other people’s on-site coverage. This year sounds like a good one to continue that tradition of maintaining a safe distance, since the UCI seems to have gotten all exercised about the idea of a trio of Astanas [...]
We’ve enjoyed a couple days of rain here in Bibleburg. It’s a nice change from precip’ you have to shovel, but it makes the trails awful gooey, especially in Palmer Park, where most of the nifty single-track has a clay base that holds onto tire tracks the way a bog-trotter does grudges.
No matter. I haven’t [...]
Chasing typos around the Intertubes instead of wheels along the trail. Feh. Sunday is no-fun day if you happen to be an editor for a cycling website, even a part-time one.
They’re racing everywhere this weekend, on roads and trails, from Belgium to California — Liège-Bastogne-Liège, the Little 500, the Athens Twilight Criterium, the Historic Roswell [...]
Is that Rep. Michelle Bachmann, R-Minn.? Rep. Marsha Blackburn, R-Tenn.? Pat Buchanan? Nope — it’s Blondie the squirrel, enjoying a healthy organic corn chip taken straight from the dainty hand of Herself, who also snapped the pic. “Fucking nuts!” he seems to say. “Fed up with them always. I long for a grapefruit.”
Squirrels are said [...]
No, that’s not the stairway to heaven — that’s a shot of the pergola over our back deck, taken from a folding chair while the cats chase bugs around the yard. Alas, those beautiful blue skies are supposed to give way to showers this weekend, a little gift from the gods to the body-armored knuckleheads [...]
This being Earth Day, I thought I’d ride on some. Poked a sharp stick at a few colleagues confined to their respective cages and rolled away. The legs, as Chris Horner might say, were not good, so I thought I’d take a little light exercise in Palmer Park. So, apparently, did everyone else.
Oddly, it was [...]
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