Oh, the intellectual heights you can reach with text messaging!

This is a conversation I just had with Lance via SMS using Verizon’s vast wireless infrastructure.

Lance: Let’s get together, put on leather helmets and club each other to Yanni’s greatest hits.

Me: I agree with all of that except for the part about Yanni’s hits being great.

Lance: It’s a comparative way of ranking Yanni’s songs differentiating his master works from lesser filler efforts within his wide, all encompassing catalog. It’s not a personal assessment of Yanni “the artist’s” degree of suckitude.

Me: Well, if the ranks are based on the scale of suckitude then greatness is relative whether good, bad or suckish. His greatest suckiness would indeed be considered great among the greatest of sucks.

Lance: Well, sure. That’s a given. I’m not arguing that. I’m simply saying that I have the helmets and clubs right now.

Over the river and through the woods

I got my first cold of the season and took a day off of work last Friday. While I was home I got a call from Lance and we decided to cruise on downtown to Big City Soups, a perfect meal for the sniffles. The chipotle black bean soup was superb.

I had my camera and a couple of hours so we drove east through the mountains for some photography. The day was clear and spectacular and I got some really nice shots. The aspens have amazing character and with a touch of photoshop they really make some nice framed art. Please enjoy.

Breathtaking, literally. Try doing a couple squat thrusts up here!

A little photoshop action to the same picture

Tiny Homer made an appearance. Doh!

I can’t kill a guy for you today…

Last year around my birthday I had a celebration that lasted several days…OK, weeks. Here’s now it started. My friend Lance and I went up to Park City for a little celebration on Friday night. We had planned on ending the evening with a trip out West to the Bonneville Salt Flats and a little overnight in Wendover. We were a little too tired so we crashed out about 4am at his pad.

8:30 the next morning rolled around and I woke up bright eyed and ready to rock. I wandered into his room and kicked the side of his bed and said, “dude, I have a huuuge favor to ask you.”

He replied, “what?”

I said, “let’s go to the salt flats.”

In a slighty irritated voice he calmly responded, “gimme a minute.”

He roused himself and we drove out for an incredibly epic adventure that I will blog at some later time. On the way I decided to ask him what he thought when I first asked him for a huge favor. His response still makes me laugh my ass off. He said, and I kid you not, “I thought maybe you wanted me to kill a guy for you, but then I remembered I left my trident at the dry cleaners.”