September 23, 2011
September 19, 2011
September 14, 2011
September 10, 2011
September 06, 2011
It Makes My Stomach Drop To Put This Out There...
For 2 reasons. The first is that I realize I’m asking for something quite substantial. And secondly, I’m putting my 2012 intentions down in writing - that I want to be classified professional in the sport of triathlon. Though, I suppose in terms of relative ambition, it’s no more of a reach than when I set out to qualify for Kona in my first Ironman, back in Cozumel, back in November. So yeah, I want to go pro. Only a fool or half-asser wouldn’t try if they were in my same position.
I lost my latest sponsor at an inopportune moment of this season and friends have stepped up in about a thousand regards and counting to help put this on. One, I am eternally grateful and two, this is going to be the best class ever. 50$ is a lot for some, less for others. Give more, give less, whatever feels right. Just come.
RSVP to rideforreilly@gmail.com — space is limited, demand UNKNOWN
September 05, 2011
September 03, 2011
September 01, 2011
For Once George, I Actually Feel You...
Knocking George Lucas for fucking with Star Wars is on par with someone knocking Keanu Reeves' acting. I've always liked KR - brother held down a legit franchise. If you talk shit about Keanu, you're just an asshole riding on a wagon built by assholes. Refrain. Same thing holds true with George Lucas, though up until this point, I've had no defense for the guy. The creative choices he's made in updating his franchise have been nothing short of embarrassing. But then again, it's his franchise.
I fully expected to watch this clip, feel momentary disgust, and move swiftly on with my life. But that didn't happen. I actually...liked it. It gave me chills. Even after the thousand times I've seen Vader say nothing, after every line of this movie had been embedded into my childhood, this worked. I loved it. That's his fucking son, yo!!
I fully expected to watch this clip, feel momentary disgust, and move swiftly on with my life. But that didn't happen. I actually...liked it. It gave me chills. Even after the thousand times I've seen Vader say nothing, after every line of this movie had been embedded into my childhood, this worked. I loved it. That's his fucking son, yo!!
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