Totally retro, bro.

Benn a little quiet here lately. A fair amount of travel, enjoying an incredible Portland summer, spending some real-deal quality family time, and listening to old music. Mostly old hardcore and sXe stuff. Loving it. Coincidentally, haven't had a drop of booze in a month and a half...

Oh, and I haven't been going this old school, but how fucking proper:


And I like this Hank MUCH better than the Sons Of Anarchy Hank...

SLAC Motherfucker

I hate going to the doctor. Especially since I broke my back. The outcome is never positive, and usually throws me into a fit of depression thinking about how my body is breaking down. The first indicator of a shitty appointment is the waiting room. If I'm seeing a Doctor and every single other patient in the office is a senior citizen- then something is wrong...

I've been having problems with my right wrist for quite some time. I convinced my self it was Ganglion Cysts that were causing me so much pain and reducing my range of motion. I should also point out that I am VERY right handed, so the pain and discomfort has finally reached a point where I needed to do something about it. Went to a specialist this morning- thinking I would go in, get them drained, and be on my way. Pain gone, full range of motion returned.

Within five minutes, the Doctor told me he thinks I have severe arthritis and what's known as a SLAC wrist- which is painful, degenerative, and (in my case) will result in total wrist fusion.

Yes, that's right- TOTAL WRIST FUSION.

X-Rays confirmed that my case is severe, especially for someone my age. The Doc also said that a minor procedure (that would only put off the total fusion) would not be effective with the severity of my arthritis.

So that's that. I suppose I need to think about having no motion in my wrist within the next ten years. What does that mean with activities with my kid? Skating? Motorcycles? Tools? Typing? Masturbating? The list goes on...

Heck- I know it's not the end of the world, but at this very moment it feels like I've just had the wind knocked out of me and I can't catch my breath.

I didn't wanna wake you up...

...but I really wanna show you something.

.... fuck.

Chris and I have been emailing about the new Mastodon. Black Metal came up. Then I saw this kid.

Sprung

I've been keeping away from the posts for quite a while. My bad. The tail end of the winter kicked the crap out of me mentally. I've lived in the NW for 12 years, and I never remember wanting sunshine so badly. Plus beginning back in October- when the winter first started showing signs- my four closest friends started moving away. First Mike, then Matt, then Chris, and now Stevie. Bummer for sure, and somewhat fitting that everyone left through the span of the winter. I used to love snow and dressing up in warm clothes, but a few years back winter's meaning forever changed for me. It's definitely not just "a weather thing" either...

Anyhow- now that the sun is out, it means motorcycle time. I've been working a lot on the bikes by myself- not the same without Mechanic Mike, but still very theraputic. Today I changed out the front and rear sprockets on the SR and threw a new chain on for good measure. Not as much torque as before with the new size sprockets- but should handle top end speeds a lot better. The main reason for changing out the sprockets is to try and get to the bottom of the wobbly rear of the bike. I'm hoping this did the trick, but if not it's on to the rear wheel bearings. It's like one big experiment- trying to narrow the obvious stuff out one by one.

And I'm not even going to start on the electrical system for the Honda. I'm going to call in for reinforcements on that...

two thousand niner

Lots happened over the past couple weeks.

Kid turned one

Crazy weather

Jesus had a birthday

and 2009 happened


I'm still reeling from travel, getting sick, and adjusting to work.

Merry fuckin' New Year, let's see what 2009 brings....

This one's for you, kid...