Just got back from vacation in Red River, New Mexico. Red River is a skiing hot spot in the winter and an oxygen-free money pit the rest of the year. Got some good pics, spent a ton of cash, and drove a grand total of 1600 miles. I'll be posting pics on Facebook...won't bore you good folks with that shit here. I'm spent and it's good to be back home in Funkytown.
I was excited about running my first sanctioned Big Race in Forza 4. In order to fully prepare,I made sure to visit the Big Race Rules Link so I could print them off. It ended up being quite a lengthy affair and I had to refill the printer with paper...twice. Instead of actually reading the rules, I ended up pretending to read them while I tuned my car for the Big Race. We all had to drive the same crappy car, but I knew that my superior tuning skills would give me the edge I needed.
I was taking a smoke break between races with some guys from the 2old4forza clan not too long ago. Being the impatient type, I figured I would pee in the back yard while I smoked...effectively killing two birds with one stone. I, however, failed to notice a cat crouched near the grill. The cat, apparently alarmed by the sound of my urine stream hitting the ground, sprinted across the patio, then up and over the fence. The problem was that my patio has a motion detecting spotlight, which lit me up like I was on stage.
I just googled the name "Sarcasmo Jones" and I found pages and pages of posts, articles from theamericanleft.com and 2old2play,...all kinds of stuff. I google my name "Rod Wymer" and Google asks me if I meant "Rod Dyer." I did find a Rod Wymer hit from a decade ago where I had signed an online petition to bring the Spelunker Cave back to Six Flags Over Texas...how come that shit didn't happen? Maybe I should have signed it "Sarcasmo"...
