Either Kevin Federline is working for Westworks Construction, or I am looking like a serious dirt-ball. I think my look is more along the lines of “I don’t recycle, and I will not likely recycle in the future.”

I have been throwing around ideas to replace out banner for some time…trial one. My Photoshop skills are notably less refined than Drew’s seem to be, but I got very close to what I was set out to create. Kyle and I have some code to figure out, and I may have to throw in a watermarked image after all, but there you go. New header beta version 1.1.

This is pretty amazing. robotic roachEssentially what you are looking at is a cockroach with its antennae sliced off and replaced with a set of neural stimulators. These are triggered by means of photo receptors, stimulated by different series of LED combinations. In reaction to the lights the roach moves the platform front or back and left or right by walking on the trackball. This whole mess becomes a robot with a living component. Weird stuff. So this might be your fossil fuel alternative, Biddy. Maybe your grandkid’s grandkids will be “driving” genetically souped up ostriches outfitted with brain interfaces…I don’t know. Maybe your grandkid’s grandkids will buy second hand emus for their highshool aged kids with which they can back into other emus in parking lots.

Grif did a pretty fine job summarizing the weekend. Too much fun for this cowboy…I have spent the past twenty odd hours coughing and drinking orange juice. Maybe getting punched in the chest on Saturday loosened something up. Who knows? The worst thing about being sick may in fact be daytime television. The History Channel has been playing the same three programs about the Asian front of WWII, and CNN is only interesting for about an hour. FoxNews is more conservative than Grif anymore…just kidding bro. I do have a challenge to our viewers. Come up with a tag line for the legion with this photo in mind. I think we can surpass KO’s club with this gem. *“I like pickled okra and the Legion”*Let us know what you think.

According to my mom I missed one hell of a party in Glasgow on the first. The Swanson’s apparently felt a need to feel like ass on the second…to bring in ‘06 with headaches. Five cases of beer a case or two of wine and two bottles of hootch (sp) dog-eared for my uncle Jeff. So anyhow, I think everyone was amused with their drinking ability. Mom sends me these pictures of some of the action. First off, my uncles Marc and Jeff posing to show their belly sizes. Innocent enough. Next, my dad and cousin Jay join the action. Notice the sippy cup and untouched tray of broccoli in addition to the two empty bottles of blended Canadian whisky. And here you go. The brothers bellies. I think I lucked out on the genes…Dad looks pretty good for his early fifties. Check out the lower right portion of this last pic. Someone is going to crack open the white zinfendel bottle. Out of everything else I assume. In the long run, there was only one wine stain on the carpet, which came out relatively easy I understand. Oh yeah, Julie doesn’t really recall which one of her aunts gave her a ride home.

Let’s everybody get excited for the weekend like this little dude. This is yet another WalMart find…inflatable bean bag chair. I have no idea what this kid is trying to do here. It looks painfully awkward. I do know, however, that I could play a mean air guitar by age seven.

Shitty Photoshop is the best Photoshop

I think I can wish you all a happy new year without offending any readers, so there you go. BartenderNicole, ShirtShop and I ran our asses off last night and succeeded in providing Bozeman with a great deal of hangovers. Just a few quick pics from the night: The first two show the brothers Morrison getting jiggy w/ a fine bottle of sparkling wine. ****I think I may try to throw “jiggy” in my posts until we see it in our search key word list. And often. ****The large pic pretty much sums up my style behind the bar. I serve dudes to the point of unconsciousness and then have fun at their expense. This photo was snapped at ten p.m. Also, I stumbled across this video clip last week. I have neither heard nor used the term pecker head in fifteen years, but that is precisely what comes to mind. Enjoy.

Try these gems on for size, will you. Keeping it simple for our elementary school level patrons, Natedawgg was in Mexico; D was drunk as two skunks on Thursday. I hope HatShop and Grif get jiggy with the photojournalism tonight…it ought to be interesting.

What a week! I just got back to town after one hell of a vacation. I was almost too busy to celebrate the birth of Jesus of Nazareth, which coincidentally falls very near to the winter solstice. Whatever. I started by getting back together with the ol’ gang from high school. Not much has changed for the most part. Then Griff and ShirtShopTony did some cool ballooning. Lastly. upon arriving back to Bozeman I swung down to the Legion to check the schedule only to find the ‘Hoff enjoying a cocktail. Mitch Buchanan himself. David was nice enough to pose for a quick picture before ordering another Gui Thai.