Happy damn birthday to me.
Well, not to me, specifically, but to this here website. It was two years ago today that I turned the power on, and I’ve only looked back once or twice since.
Welcome to my crappy party.
Well, not to me, specifically, but to this here website. It was two years ago today that I turned the power on, and I’ve only looked back once or twice since.
Welcome to my crappy party.
When we last met, I was discussing the big KONA WORLD BICYCLE MACHINE SUPER LAUNCH 2011!!!
I had regaled you with banal minutiae about hotel carpet, home cooking, and watching cartoons while locked safely behind my hotel room door;

Everyone else has got this up, so I figured I might as well follow along behind. Truth be told, this was released when I was away, so I missed the premiere and only got around to watching it yesterday. Danny does it again.
I have returned from the great White North with tales of mild intrigue and mediocre adventure. The whisky flowed like beer, which flowed like wine, that in turn flowed like water. Fair maidens were bedded, and foes were slain. Giant birds of prey soared overhead while rivers were conquered and the stench of my laundry bag rose to the Heavens.

I’m a few days late with the official declaration, but I hereby welcome one and all to day eight of International Canned Beer Month. (Don’t judge the legitimacy of the month by that website. Those people clearly never put the can down to finish their effort.)
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