This is my *first attempt at animation. Not bad for twenty odd minutes of work. It turns out that the Photoshop help index is useful. Here is my projected regression of Daryl’s facial hair as he moves from his current stage of life to that of a Montana Fish and Game warden. This tool may usher in a whole new level of obscurity for bouncerblog.com. You are all welcome.

which of these things is like the others…which of these things is not the same… *hint: the urinals are different

This is quite straightforward. Here are three members of the Morrison Militia enjoying the space bag. This shot may help to explain what led to the HatShop (ShirtShop?) Dance Party ‘05 Tony had plated over a dozen Jell-o shots. I think he *ate them all.

**Update:**I figured out how to convert the Hatshop videos! You are now free to download them all and share them with your friends! (keep in mind that the quality is poor and the sound is totally screwed, but you will get the general idea) Hatshop 1Hatshop 2Hatshop 3

bouncerblog.com would like to take the time to introduce a few fine products: Fantastico! floor cleaner and Smucker’s Sugar Free Maple Syrup. Fantastico! esta buenisimo! The syrup gets my endorsement after I powered through half of a bottle of the stuff last night during my consuming of four pancakes, four bacon slices, two eggs, breakfast potatoes (??), and HatShop’s French toast.

This is what a bouncerblog.com sanctioned vacation is like… Catch you guys this weekend.

I am Vegas bound tomorrow afternoon and quite excited to be getting out of town for a while. Between my retarded text message fighting with Paige, the Tony/Katie saga, and Grant getting popped in the mouth at the Izar Bizar…I think I am ready to blow off some steam at the roulette table. Dave and I are probably going to be the two coolest dudes in Nevada. I expect to be kicking it with b-list celebs, Martin Mull and Frankie Munez and so forth. Maybe Johnny Fairplay will be hanging out. Anyhow Hot or Not is new. Check it out. This weekend was not all bad. We did manage to add to our ladies room photo collection. It turns out that Bouncer Bob aka the Notorious B.O.B is actually a fairly photogenic guy. Who would have thought? I know this shit is stupid, but we honestly get a kick out of doing it. And Bob looks nearly as gigantic as the chick in our photo gallery. Also of note, I also think that giving grown men wine coolers is about the side-splittenest thing a person can do. This is Mark chugging a Bahama Mama, in doubt so pinky out. As fate would have it, the snow on Mark’s back porch had a pink hue to it on the morning following this episode. Maybe the only thing funnier than a guy chugging Bahama Mama’s is a guy vomiting Bahama Mama’s. Big shout out to Griff and his board game double date last night. Thumbs up. The last order of business involves our second confirmed “hater” of bouncerblog.com. I know we have disappointed a few people, and apparently brought one to tears by letting Shama do his thing in the gallery. I think Grant is honestly offended by his lack of recognition on the site, so here you go. Nerd. I am toying with the idea of taking my laptop on the trip to keep folks posted as to what sort of trouble Dave and I cause. Perhaps I could create a chart to log my Wells Fargo balance…who knows. Frankie Munez and I watching the pirate show at Treasure Island?

It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time! Now where you at? Now there you go! Family Guy

First off, big shout out to Kellyn Brown of the Chronicle for the publicity in the Saturday edition. We did see a bit of a spike in our traffic, but not even a fraction of as much as Griff and I were anticipating at three in the morning. Sad dog :( In retrospect, I suppose that the intersection of the group of people who appreciate stupid shit like bouncing, facial hair, and computers, and the group of people who subscribe to the daily news is quite small. But I still love technology. Well whatever…I am okay with not being famous. Plus, I can put together posts such as this without the fear of offending people around town who prepare my food. For the time being I can take a few quick jabs at mullet heads without eating spit. Which brings me to the following. Story time. A few years ago Ziggy and I were playing Trivial Pursuit, or shooting stuff with pellet guns, or preparing Top Ramen, or doing whatever college kids do. He asked me to cut his hair for him, I agreed under the condition that I would cut him a junior mullet. It was sweet indeed. I told him that I would not fix it for him unless he wore a tough guy shirt downtown to the Crystal for the night. A handful of months later I end up doing the exact same thing, minus the tough guy shirt, right before Christmas break. Zig’s father is upset with both of us, telling him that he cannot go into church, let alone public with said hairdo. Well some time elapses, finding Ziggy back in Whitefish with a brother of about the same impressionable age. He turns the same mullet trick I innovated…they grow up so fast. Also, take note of the creepy dude in the background moving in for the kill. Next, I have included for your enjoyment two photos from my ‘05 collected works. I title them “Bewilderment” and “T-ball Pose Number 14.” Big shout out to HatShopTony for his quick work throwing an asshole in a full nelson last night. Lastly, one for G-Barnz. You have seen me wear crusty Cubs hats for about thirteen years. I feel uneasy in this hat, but here you go with the proof that I do own a Navy NY. Watch out for this duo skipping class and eating burgers in the SUB next semester, MSU.

I have been receiving odd looks since I moved to Bozeman regarding my growing up in Glasgow. West Dakota is pretty funny, aside from that I mostly get a lot of “Its pretty flat there, huh?” and even more “Its cold there, huh?“s. Eastern Montana does have a number of drawbacks, but is honestly not that bad. I managed to snap a few photos during my jont back for Thanksgiving with you all in mind. Stop one, Harlowtown. I did not take the time to find out just how many businesses are operating in this berg, but the number cannot be more than about a dozen. Now, there are leaders and there are followers. Which of the three proprietors began using this lazy naming scheme is not as puzzling as the two others who jumped on the bandwagon. Quilts N Things, Coffee N Tea, and Clothes N Car Wash. Give me a break Harlo. I about broke my neck looking for Bakery N Guns. That concludes the Ugly section of this post. Small town America…I swear. It is Bad that I have to feel gay to say that I miss the sunsets from my childhood. Enough of this section too. On to the good. Fort Peck Reservoir. These photos do not really do justice to how large this body of water is…something like 130 miles long and over 200 feet deep in the channel. We were taught as kids that the reservoir has more shoreline than does the California coast. (fractals anybody?) This all gets spit out to continue the Mighty Mo here. This picture was taken from roughly the same spot as the shot two frames ago, looking North rather than South. Following the lake(sic) around its lesser arm is one route I often take when the weather permits. This way back to Bozeman offers between two and three hours of drive time with virtually no traffic. This is the badland area of MT…not hard to see why. The erosion patterns visible are hot spots for palentologists…they have been pulling a ton of specimens out of this stuff for the past few decades. Last but not least. Wind power near Judith Gap. This past trip was my first back to G-funk since December ‘o4, which was pre-construction time for these monster turbines. I need to do some research regarding the entire setup. I heard an interview with Schweitzer in which he said that this project will provide 8% of Montana’s power, but I think this figure is low. I estimated between 75 and 100 turbines, with blades well over 40 feet…I will let you know. So anyway…if you find out that somebody is from the eastern part of the state, exercise some tact in your response, please. Use the Harlowtown garbage if nothing else. Or combine them in a comical way…Energy N Fishin’ perhaps?