The Tour de Ronda.

A conscious runner is a happy runner.

At the end!

Here's some pics from Ronda's Danskin Triathalon

A Picture Share!

A Picture Share!

Mom, Sharon, and Ronda at Z-Tejas before the triathlon.

So today Cyrus and I came up with the idea of merging comic artist Frank Miller with Rick James, essentially with me going on and on saying, "I'm Frank Miller, bitch! You won't be able to tell what I'm drawin', enjoy! Hand it to my blind wife, all she needs is a keyboard, scanner, hard drive, and a labrador to help her find the computer, and she can color it with a gradient! It's a celebration!"

Yeah, I didn't think you'd find that funny here, but trust me, there it was funny.

I'm Rick James Bitch!

I love the Chappelle Show, although it's driving Ronda crazy.

In other news, Ronda's triathalon is this weekend, so wish her luck!

So my brother Todd is in town, and night before last we had him park his car across the street near our house so Ronda and I could both leave for work the following morning. The people in the house 2 houses down from us proceeded to back their van into the side of Todd's truck. Todd discovered this when he went outside to his truck, saw the dent, and found a note calling him a "stupid jerk for parking in their driveway" with their insurance info (although they also wrote that they were tempted to tell him "tough luck sucker". Todd gave me a call, I came home, and took this picture. Todd hadn't moved his car at all, so this is exactly where he was parked relative to this genius' driveway.



It's a testament to this person's character and mental prowess to leave a note. Without that note it would have taken a crack squad of detectives to figure out who backed into Todd's truck.