random shit

blech!
been sick for the last 3 days. you can set a clock to my yearly allergy attacks. same time every year for the last 20 years, my body gives me the big fuck you and shuts down. i go to the doctors office and get prescribed the same exact medication. it's an ongoing joke with us.

dr: what seems to be the problem?
me: i've got a scratchy throat, i can't breathe, my head is draining and i have crabs.
dr: geez, is it september again?

i'm totally drained of energy and lay in bed at home feeling sorry for myself. i'm back at work today after two days out and realize i was better off feeling sorry for myself and eating bland chinese food.

meet you all the way, rosanna yeah!
ok, maybe not rosanna, but i've found a new love. In my sick time, i was fumbling through my DVD library and stumbled across my roommate's box set of ALIAS, first season. WOW!!!! My panties are wet. This is an amazing show. i remember flipping thru the channels last year and coming across this show one sunday evening and thinking, meh, cute chick, but the story line is to confusing. understandably, this show keeps you guessing about the next step from the get go. i don't care what others say about Jennifer Garner. she's amazing. great actress and quite easy on the ojos. and they've got her dressed to the T in the skimpiest outfits you've ever seen on a 10 year old boy. so i ended up watching like 10 of the first season episodes yesterday. it's no wonder i'm feeling better today. and thank gawd the second and third seasons are on DVD as well, cause i'm getting close to finishing my x-files stint on dvd and was looking for another tv show to add to the queue.

gaskets, check. heat shields, check. arc welder, check . . .
i ordered some new baffles for the pipes on dobra this last weekend. for those unfamiliar with a baffle, lemme explain. engines require some sort of exit for exhaust. those would be pipes (for a motorcycle). baffles are tubes that fit inside the pipes that hinder the exit of exhaust. the more hinderance, the quieter the sound from the pipes. so when you pull up next to someone on a motorcycle and it's so loud that you can't hear your old lady giving you road head, it means one of two things. 1) the pipes are short (the shorter, the louder) or, 2) the smaller the baffle (or in some cases, no baffles). a baffle looks like a cardboard tube from a toilet paper roll, in various lengths and made of steel. it also may have holes drilled thru it. the holes allow the exhaust to flow thru, quieting the sound. so i ordered my thunder monster baffles, like i was saying, and by the name, you can tell that they won't be quiet. they are also less than 6 inches long, in comparison to the stock baffles which are a foot and a half long. my girlfriend and i are going to sit down on saturday and install the baffles. this requires removing the pipes, removing the stock baffles, drilling an anchor hole in the pipes and reinstalling the pipes with new crush gaskets. i've already pulled out one of the baffles and it's significantly louder already. i tend to set off most car alarms in my complex when i roll through in first gear. the new baffles will make the pipes louder and much deeper in tone. more of a rumble. it's also supposed to add a significant amount of HP and foot torque. i.e., get up and go.

i mentioned to her that i needed the help (plus, it's good couple time) and she was eager to help. she rides as well and a combination of her being able to spend every second of time with a bike mixed with her inability to ride for the last two weeks (she has a broken foot), she jumped at the chance. then comes the next inevitable question.

her: do i need to bring my arc welder?

i almost proposed right there.

me: uh, no honey, but you wanna go shower together now?

So, that'll be a good saturday afternoon activity for the two of us. she'll hopefully be back on her scooter by then again and i'll be signing my eviction notice for noise polution.

musica caliente and a cold coors light
caught bb king in concert last saturday night. the man is amazing. and at 87 years old, he puts most old timers to shame. hell, he puts most 60 year olds to shame. we saw him at billy bobs, which is a strange place to see a black, blues musician. billy bobs is the biggest honky tonk in the world. i've never been sure what exactly a honky tonk is, but it sounds menacing. especially if you are wearing spurs. anyway, he sat onstage and played some amazing blues and got the crowd singing with him most of the time. he danced and jiggled (he's a large man), but he had a great time and so did we. it's not often you get to see a legend. that, he is.