Jackholes

The world is full of jackholes...I'm included for sure but.... to me life is about trying to overcome the jackhole ignorance you were born with and probably subjected to for the first 20-80 years of your life. So then you get a career or any job or maybe just get married to the closest thing that will have you, then and only then can you really see what Jackhole unchecked can become. I'd like to suggest to anyone who has worked at 1 place so long that they've worn a brown spot in their chair to just quit and go find another job and try to be the new person. See whats it's like. I try to be sensitive to the rest of the jackholes around me in general. I can respect people I don't care to be around. I can keep my mouth shut about 92.5 percent of the time but sometimes I think I might become a full fledged jackhole myself. Act like an ass 100 percent of the time. I think I'll strive to be a know-it-all, sensitive jackhole ass with a MLM scheme. With a political agenda that is unwavering. Add a twist of high brow religion and you've got it all. I think I'm sick of people for the most part...Strangely, now I feel better.

Jackhole in Chief - Scott Russel
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Motorcyclists

Over the last decade I've ridden bicycles both road and Mtn far more than motorcycles. I've had probably a dozen different motorcycles dating all the way back to the 6th grade. I used to race motocross and hare scrambles into my early 30's. 2 years ago I bought a Suzuki street bike and ride on occasion. The odometer just turned 5k so that goes to show how much I don't ride. I just returned from a ride over the Mt Rose highway to Lake Tahoe and back Rt 50 down into Carson. The predominant thought I had during parts of the trip were how hard it is to ride a motorcycle. A lot of bicyclists seem to poo poo the idea that motorcycle riding is tough. They seem to wear a badge of courage that they've pedaled to wherever and back. I'm guilty of it too. But for my bicycle riding friends who haven't ridden a motorcycle on the road I'd just like to take my short trip today in comfortable temperatures and give you a small taste of some challenges. Wind....out of nowhere a gust of wind can blow you off the road. A setting sun can be hard to look into when driving a car but on a motorcycle its really tough. Think Ray Charles. On my way down the mtn pass into Carson they were doing road work so the lane I was in was basically it for approx. 9 miles.. Trying to stay in my lane not knowing if the new pavement was slick and trying not to dare cross the center due to a huge ridge was tough. And of course there was a mini van behind me and for some reason he didn't want to pass on the right. Inside my helmet I was talking out loud telling myself to just be calm and breath. This almost never happens on a bicycle. A quick scare or a fall on the bicycle but the stakes are usually so much higher on a motorcycle. There are exceptions to everything so shut up. I think motorcycle riding even at normal speed is tough. On a different motorcycle note I'm still not sure of the wave. Seems like I always wave late because I don't want to be the guy who waves and doesn't get waved at back. It's cool to feel a brotherhood but damn that wave gets on my nerves sometimes because I then feel guilty if the person waves and I'm late......

Editor in Chief - Scott Russel
Editorial Director - Scott Russel
Creative Director - Scott Russel
Senior Associate Editor - Scott Russel
Deputy Art Direction - Scott Russel
Fashion Director - Scott Russel
Senior Gibberish Overseer - Scott Russel

Air Stagnation Alert and Charbroiled

ALERT 1 - Non Precipitation Advisory
AIR STAGNATION ADVISORY IN EFFECT UNTIL NOON PDT FRIDAY FOR MUCH OF THE SIERRA NEVADA AND FAR WESTERN NEVADA
Issued: Wednesday, July 09, 2008 3:45 PM PDT
Expires: Thursday, July 10, 2008 5:00 AM PDT

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Finally the weather has caught up with my brain. Today as I was walking to Arbys and passing by Burger King in almost 100 degree heat I noticed in addition to the smoke moving in from the fires the smoke from making the whoppers had somehow increased in intensity, giving real meaning to the term charbroiled. For a brief second I thought I had finally made it to hell and felt what it must be like to actually become charbroiled.