Polished Guage Bezel Rings

Package from Germany:

Inside the package from Germany:

Before:

Test fit:

Siliconed and drying on the table:

Installed:

Mijn Papa

Voor mijn nummer 150 post die ik heb gehad een paar fotootjes. Alle twee zijn met mijn Papa toen hij twintig jaar was. En de tweede ook met Jerommeke!

on the subject of shoes...

The city of Las Cruces is out of stock of Sambas. Ultimatly I still needed a new pair of shoes and I ended up scoring a fucking sick pair of Nikes.

They're Nike "Dunk Low Premium +" with the anthracite/obsidian/baroque brown color scheme. I realize that probably means nothing to anyone. The selling point was they look freakin' sweet and they've got this fuzzy wool-like fabric on the tow and sides. This I latter found out is "100% natural new zealand merino fibres that reduces moisture and reisits odour build up." Nice.

Oh, and they're way comffy.

my Sambas

Yesterday my Sambas of four years self distructed. The Samba, made by Adidas, is functonal mostly as an indoor soccer shoe, I wore mine everywhere.

Today I'm going to go wash my car, buy a new pair of Sambas (i'd like to try the Samba Milleniums if availability permits - else I'll stick with the Samba Clasics), and see about watching the super bowl somewhere.

Peace.

"I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party. " - Brick Tamland

Homer: Kids, how would you like to go... to Blockoland!
Bart & Lisa: Meh.
Homer: But the TV. gave the impression that--
Bart: We said "meh".
Lisa: M-E-H. Meh.

Meh, so the pants party didn’t work out so well. Despite the unsurpassed participation of the few attendees (everyone was wearing their pants) I feel like the party was a failure. Here’s how it went down:

2:05pm, I received a call from Emily, actually it was more like a series of text messages but for the sake of simplicity lets say it was a phone call, the gist of it was: let’s do something tonight. Cool, lets have a pants party, we’ll invite everyone, 9pm my place, tell them to bring “the party in their pants", beer and games. Awesome.

7:24pm, after sending out lots of invites and even receiving a number of confirmed attendances I received a call from Emily – she wasn’t going to make it.

7:26pm, fuck. Umm, ok… well all these other people I called might show up anyway, it would be cool to have a party, no point in calling it off. Right?

9:30pm, no ones here yet. Hum.

9:35pm, thought I heard a females voice outside laughing. Got excited that people were showing up – nothing.

9:48pm, checked my watch again between video games. Where is every body?

10:35pm, sent text message to Rob. “what’s happening?”

10:36pm, received reply via text message from Rob. Rob’s in El Paso he’s not going to make it.

10:38pm, Miles and Jaime show up. We joke about how I’m a failure at throwing parties, have a beer and play video games for a while.

12:05am, having speculated that this party had defiantly not happened and no one else was coming the three of us wild and pants wearing guys drive to Taco Bell. We purchase a Grande Meal at the drive through and head back to my place to throw a munch.

12:45am, Miles and Jaime leave. Pants party over.

1:00am, started feeling like I’ve forgotten how to throw a party. I remember being really good at it. People used to come in droves – you couldn’t beat them a way with a stick.

1:23am, submit blog article. Gah – I’m such a looser.

Local SUV Out of Gas

Thursday night Kristin Rogers, a young twenty something female found her self stranded on the side of the road in her Ford Explorer SUV. The female had pulled over off the main street after her vehicle “mysteriously stopped working.” Further investigation would later lead Rogers to believe the problem was an empty gas tank and that this was not her fault but the fault of rising gas prices, the war in Iraq, and passenger Raven Rotsaert.

Rogers contested that had it not been for Rotsaert she never would have driven that night in the first place and thus not ran out of gas. “If [Rotsaert] had given better directions and we didn’t have to make that one u-turn we’d of made it to a gas station,” said Rogers. When asked to comment on these accusations Rotsaert was reported to say: “Whatever.”

After making a few phone calls, a friend with a gas can rescued the two travelers, delivering the precious gallon needed to make it the nearest fill station just a few city blocks away. The rescuer was reported to have been laughing hysterically at Rogers stating, “I told you to get gas, HA HA HA, your gas light’s been on for days!”