In any case, I hereby decree I will be posting crap on sundaybender for all seven of you who care. Well, for you seven, and the thousands (okay, dozens) of random strangers who seem to have found the site useful for breaking, er, modifying their cars and motorcycles.

To that end:

I have another new car. It’s rad. It’s red. It’s old-ish. Any bets on how long it lasts?

I have more trips planned on the GS, and a write-up from the recent Grand Canyon blast (see the pics) coming.

In any case, stay tuned. And thanks for reading!

Hello wife,

As is typical on a Thursday, I am wearing my blue sweater with the grey and green stripe. You know this blue sweater, it’s the same blue sweater I have had forever. There are a number of things I could say about my day today, but they can all be summed up thusly:

I need a new goddamned sweater.

Why am I so lazy about buying clothes? I am only wearing this sweater because my three real work shirts (lovingly named Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday) have already been rotated through, but it is not yet Friday, when I feel I can go to my office in a stained and faded polo shirt that I probably dripped salsa and motor oil on last week. I clearly need to be put on some kind of clothing plan, where I must buy one new garment each month.

I have one pair of jeans, I wear hobo shoes, and I keep wearing this sweater that isn’t fit for a dog to sleep on. Well, I guess that depends on the dog. Certain dogs, like terriers and boxers, or even a small lab or a young German shepherd, would actually be able to sleep IN the sleeves of this sweater, thanks to the fact that the cuffs have lost all elasticity and hang open like the sleeves on some scooby-doo ghoul’s robe. Meddling kids. These sleeves droop like mouths in a constant state of shock, and my hands and wrists ding-dangle about inside their gaping maws like the metal beater that a farmer’s wife might use to ring the “come and get it” dinner triangle.

You know what’s sad? That woman is better dressed than me.

In other news, a coworker wants the recipe for that delicious pumpkin cake you sent with me yesterday. He loved it. You should be proud. He actually, “Hella” wants it. Which is a lot, I hear. But I don’t know, because I am clearly stuck in 1987 when this goddamned sweater was still new, and Bill Cosby wore it.

Rudy!

Sigh,
Chris

I’m Chris, and I would like to be your club Secretary.

See, way back when in college, I chose English as my major. It’s sort of like choosing unemployment as a major, except easier to spell. I thought maybe I’d write the next great novel, or maybe just a supermarket suspense book. I wanted to do something to put my stamp on literature in some small way.

Well, here’s my chance! I can write the minutes at club meetings! Come on! How do you think Chaucer got started? Yup, just like me he was an avid autocrosser and track junkie, and he probably owned at least 2 BMWs at any given time. Heck, I bet he even owned an e30 M3 at one point, and installed suspension in it 6 times. He and I are peas in a pod, man. I tell you. I am going to BE somebody.

I hope I win.

Swiss scientists are mad

The possibility of accidentally destroying the universe as we know it is very slim. (Ten to the minus 40.) I feel better. Right?

You all were the funniest at a point, and you may be again. In fact, I challenge you all to a hilarity-off. Whomever makes me do that thing where I laugh so suddenly and uncontrollably that I suck part of my soft palette up into my sinus, and make that kind of choking sound, and it kind of hurts and my eyes tear up and I nearly drool (it’s subtle and sophisticated for sure), that person will be the winner.

Because I am so self-involved, I likely won’t say anything, or announce who made me do the sniff-choke. But I will know. And that’s enough for me. (Again remember the self-centered-ness.)

To prime your comic pump, have a look at Cris’ take on a recent meal.

So funny.

Well, it was bound to happen. Music that ISN’T from one of the aforementioned bands has fulfilled me in ways that I thought I couldn’t (or forgot tthat I could) be fulfilled. I am listening to three albums, over and over, and I am smiling. Each of these albums makes me feel like the players were having fun when they recorded the album, not taking themselves too seriously, but taking their craft seriously enough to make the best product they could. Maybe I ‘m crazy, but that’s what I like.

Check ‘em out.

Percy Hill – After All
Muscially involving, emotionally fulfilling, and the soundtrack to good times. Can you beat that? Possibly the most mature band I have heard in a long time. They bring the grovve to a simmer, and never let it boil over. Just push it right to the edge, every time. Inspiring.

Jamiroquai – Return of the Space Cowboy
Jay Kay is so bad, he can’t possibly be any badder. And Stuart Zender on bass is like a fingerstyle funk textbook. How can you NOT smile when this is playing?

Young MC – Stone Cold Rhymin’
Before suburban kids were introduced to the chronic, hos, and AKs, we were dancing to this. And 17 years later, I remember why. Super fun grooves, actual musical changes, and my man Marvin isn’t content to just rhyme single syllable words. “Just Say No” is a horrible let down, but I can overlook it when I listen to “Know How” and hear rhymes like, “You think that it’s your destiny to get the best of me but I suggest you be: quiet, bro don’t even try it, from the East and West of me.” Plus, Red Hot Chili peppers bassist Flea is in rare form guesting on a number of tracks. Skip over “Bust a Move” if it has left a bad taste in your mouth. The album has a lot more to offer if you can seperate it from the memory of that awkward bra incident after the 8th grade dance.

And yes, I am nearly 30 and I still play in my college marching band. Again, note how happy it makes me.

Good times.

It was wonderful, and we are very happy. We also have more free time than we know what to do with.

Already in my short time as a married man I have learned many things. I have learned that marriage is wonderful, I’ve learned that, oddly, Megan and I will never again be taxed the same way again. I ‘ve learned that for no apparrent reason, we can now choose different health insurance plans. But mostly, and most importantly, I’ve learned that being married means never having to plan a wedding again.

Damn right.

Some pics are on the right. More will follow. Trust me.