I hereby crown you King Wing, the manliest of all people!

(This was supposed to be light-hearted, but I realized after reading it that it sounds like I’m mocking you…I promise I’m not).

Some folks call it a Sling Blade, I call it a Kaiser Blade.

Josh Todd of Buckcherry on stage now.

I’m pretty ok at knapping flint and I’m not a terrible hunter. I’m also usually in poor health.

So I’d probably die as a baby.

But not simultaneously.

Get in the truck, we’re headed out. I guess you can bring the fam but they might have to sit in the bed because I’m not putting my electronics back there.

That’s fucking wild. I have two cards that are occasionally declined because they want to make sure I’m making the transaction. I can afford it but I’d be pissed paying a fee because my credit card company suspected I might not be the one wanting to upgrade to a second phone or whatever.

https://heelys.com/pages/grind-plate-heelys

Vote now.

There used to be a company that sold grind plates you could add to your shoes but it looks like their website is defunct.

I thought Junior just meant they only had 3 or 4 pair of programming socks.

Right? Minute 55-60 is the 15th minute. Fuck that. If it takes that long then the team is too big for agile or the scrum master had lost control.

You’re right. The other side of that is I did a little contract work for a company that is working on software for unmanned commercial flights.

Those guys actually made me feel better. They were all super smart, meticulous, and incredibly good at their jobs. It was the first environment I’ve ever been in where I felt like I could just barely keep up. I always felt one commit away from fucking things up. So I moseyed on down the road as soon as the thing I was contracted for was finished.

It was such a cool job and they offered me a permanent place. I just couldn’t feel behind every single day for the rest of my career until my system destroyed people’s lives.

I have a bunch of hobbies but the two that I’m currently concentrating on are building guitars and working on motorcycles.

There are plenty of people who build or customize guitars for a living. I have sold exactly one that I built from scratch and that was probably 15 years ago.

I’m resurrecting a barn find motorcycle that I’ll sell (or I’ll sell one of mine to keep this, I haven’t decided), but I’m not going to make any money on it because it’s not sought after. I’m doing it for love. I’ll break even.

You take them off?

I’m texasdrunk and I support this message.

Same in the 00s. Everyone knew and no one gave a shit.

Side note: I love how “fuckin business” works a couple of ways.

I worked at an MSP for years and had clients who would send it back and forth that way to each other. The most common were medical practices, but banking wasn’t far behind.

Fax was considered secure because you could lock up the fax machine physically.

My favorite setup was a medical practice that dealt with stomach issues, including colon cancer, and their neighbor in the same building who was a pathology lab. They both had the PDF to fax and fax to PDF servers set up to send back and forth when someone could just walk 50 feet and hand over paperwork.

He should know. He already read a different book about a guy who was hung like this:

And once you’ve finished:

It’s not like the old days, but you can still find high energy local acts out at places like BFE. Just keep an eye on their roster. I’ll likely see you there someday!