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I tell you there’s nothing like a group of cyclists to whip up a tempest in a teapot. The most recent fuss and bother that finally penetrated my protective carapace of “not-giving-a-fuck” is a Facebook kerfuffle centered around a group of disgruntled motorists who just can’t stand sharing the road with cyclists and have therefore […]

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I used to live in the Boston Apartments on 38th & Main, circa 2000-02 back when the place was a total roach motel. I’ve heard tell that it’s been bought by someone responsible who has fixed the place up really nice nowadays, but back when I lived there, it was pretty freakin’ squalid. One would […]

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I was a little heathen child during the 1980s, arguably a fairly conservative decade, in western Nebraska, arguably a very conservative part of the country. I’m also from the tail end of the generations who experienced overt Christianity in the public schools. I realized pretty early on, after a fairly disastrous stint in Summer Vacation […]

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Too bad if you didn’t. For a bit of context. I don’t know why, but when I lay on my stomach to read, Griswald seems to think that it is a great idea to curl up on my butt. I suppose it is a warm, soft cushion, and cats are magnetically drawn to anything that […]

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For as much goofing around with the Internet as I do, I’m not what you’d call proficient. I don’t know how to code. I use WordPress templates that pretty much walk you through any minor modifications you might want to make. Until today. Joel had been asking me for help with the Dirty Kanza 200 […]

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My voice is all jacked up. I’ve had this lingering cold/laryngitis/swinfluenza bullshit for about a month now, and my telephone-answering job isn’t helping the condition of my voice any. Endless tea, honey-and-lemon, and Emergen-C packets haven’t really helped much. At best I sound like Marge Simpson, at worst, I sound like a forlorn goose. Sadly, […]

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So, if you’re delicate and gross-outable, then you should totally stop reading NOW. Seriously, I’m warning you, I’m really gonna talk about boogers and snot in just a second. /warning Okay, so I’m going to sound like not only a disgusting 5-year-old, but also like a total stoner. Did you ever wonder if snot has […]

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Biz Cas Fri

Back when I was in high-school, I couldn’t imagine what the hell people wore who couldn’t wear jeans every day. What other clothes are there besides jeans and tee-shirts, or maybe jeans and a sweater if it is cold out? Dresses? Eeeurgh! I remember one of my aunts being happy her office had instituted a […]

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Half of a grocery cart, laden with a passenger, being towed behind a bicycle makes a pretty distinctive sound. A grinding, rattling, metallic rumble, sometimes accented with whoops, yelps, shrieks, and cursing. Like this, basically. We’d convened on Friday night as planned in Korruption, a fine and choice dive bar in the West Bottoms. It’s […]

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I know I’ve mentioned it, but the ad-hoc chariot races are on for Friday. It’s so official, there’s even a Facebook thingy for it. I’m so stoked I can hardly think straight…this is top quality stupidity on offer here. Then on Saturday, the season opener for the KC Roller Sprints kicks off at Harling’s. Should […]

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