Monday, August 30, 2010

What Else Is New

Moveitfred is back home after an electrifying 4 weeks out in the Land of LA.

But enough about all that.

Back to the Rockpile today. Moveitfred bike-commuted his ass into the factory where the indelible Al Bangorhard greeted our hero with a swift kick in the nads.

Moveitfred and Mr. Bangorhard share what some might label an "office" but what is really a den of excess and depravity among an otherwise functioning workplace. The real issue is the fucking incessant heavy metal noise Mr. Bangorhard channels through his circa 1970's receiver and polished oak speakers.

Mr. Bangorhard wants to rock and roll all night, and party every day.

Only other news of worth at the factory is that the management installed Dual Flush Handles in the unisex employee growler.

Moveitfred has had issues with sharing his bath with broads (and no insult meant whatsoever with the use of the term "broads" in this context, it's more a representation of Moveitfred's unease with the situation) over the years, but now he needs to pay attention whether he should toggle up for liquid waste and down for solid? Please.

You can bet your ass the union will hear about this.

Moveitfred felt like a slug on his bike, although his clocked time into the factory was about average pace. Now, the big decision: Moveitfred took the early shift at the factory on Tuesdays and Thursdays with a scheduled clock-in at 6:30am. He's been considering lights for a 5:30am commute through the boscage of suburban Long Island...

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Nice

Small town life in the mountains.


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Pledge Allegiance


Moveitfred switched hats and attended the Angels game last night. And you're damn effin' straight he shoved a little kid out of the way to grab this batting practice homer.

Moveitfred is dressed and rarin' to do two hours through the Cali hills on his Piece Of Shit Cali bike.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Prickly Balls

While on a run through the canyon this morning, Moveitfred paused to marvel at this wonder.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Padres


A name that strikes fear, for sure.

Moveitfred threw two elbows to get a foul tip, but some little shit out-grabbed our hero for the prize. Moveitfred is certain he's lost some fast-twitch fiber in his advancing age.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Partners

Moveitfred spent the a.m. dialing in his wife's old road bike stashed out here in Cali to sort of fit his son. Got within a reasonable distance of fit, then took the bad-boy (and his new wheels) out for a spin around the reservoir.

Lizards and quail effed with our heros.

Son complained about stresses to the man tackle.

FYI.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

LAX

Moveitfred so far had to brush off two advocates for the homeless and one nut pushing Jesus outside baggage claim.

Fucking Los Angeles.

Solo's right, as always

There is internet in California.

FYI

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Gone, Babycakes, Gone

Moveitfred spun out the legs for two hours yesterday in the waning light. Today it's pack and prep for the flight to the other side of things.

Moveitfred gonna be gone a long time on the vacationation. Be back in time as they wind the factory back into production mode.


"The sun has charred
the other side of
the world and come
back to us
and painted the smoke
over our heads
an imperial violet.

It is 5 am
and you are listening
to Los Angeles."