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Ordered! Thanks for the head's up. Aaron (immtbiker) has been listening to them and has been quite impressed, so I figured it would be worth giving them a whirl.

I just saw the Blue Man Group in Orlando. Sort of part concert, part silliness, but 100% entertaining. I had heard a lot about it, so I had an idea of what to expect, but was still pleasantly surprised. The only mild disappointment I had was in the realization that it wasn't as music focused as I had imagined. Still gets a big thumbs up.

Olebumma has been giving so many of the rich kids' toys to the poor kids that somebody needs to step in to 'unlevel the playing field' again.

You're such a dork, Matt... and I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Happy co-birthday, Steve! Hope you enjoyed yours as much as I enjoyed mine.

Thanks again, everyone. It was pretty uneventful, but fun nonetheless. My g/f bought me a pair of Maui Jim sunglasses, thinking that it would be exactly what I 'needed' because I've been talking about them lately. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I have 3 other pairs and that's what all of the talk has been about! Dang! I hope I don't become a sunglasses collector...

Hey, thanks for the well wishes, guys! Funny, how more people are finding me here these days than over at HF. Seems that most of them have no idea of the history the place and thus don't identify with former frequent posters. I haven't done much today, but did listen to some Jackson Browne (more in an effort to tune out the g/f and all of her family drama phone calls than anything else). He's been doing some most excellent, very mellow, acoustic stuff in recent years. I'm off to teach an exciting class about governmental and not-for-profit accounting this evening. If it weren't for those cute little young brown-skinned lassies (90% of my students are female), I'm not sure what would keep me motivated.

There was one official photographer who managed to catch one of my spins (actually, my very first one). It happened right after I passed his station, so he missed my exit point from the track, but caught me mowing some grass. There was also an official videographer, who later told me that he was following me all over the track trying to catch my next misadventure, but never managed to do so. But there were countless other amateur photographers out there as well who have contributed over 5,000 photos to the event organizer's collection. He's been quite busy sifting through everything, and I'm sure there will be some gems in there as well. The whole event was a complete buzz! Where else can you slide through long turn-style-like corners at 85-90 mph? But like anything, it quickly becomes a blur and you're just left wanting more. I wasn't a teenager during the 90s, but I dated several of them. I should have picked up on something.

Yes, very much so. I'm not often this genuine, but we owe a lot to people like Mike, Al, John and Jim who take on the big meets. Dan too, of course! (Oh, and lets not forget Aaron.) At one point, I was passing an oversized load going down hill at 82 mph (which is burying the needle in my rig) and the jerk wouldn't move over to give me an entire lane to work with. This was at about 9am after driving all night. I was literally slapping myself in the face repeatedly to stay awake as I was attempting to pass this guy, even though I knew I was tempting fate. My left wheels went off the road and onto the rumble strips and when the back end of my trailer emerged in front of this other semi, it was wagging its tail vigorously back and forth from left to right, almost out of control. I completely backed off of the throttle but wisely stayed off of the brakes or it would have jackknifed my rig into a summersault. Of course, now the guy with the oversized load hits his brakes and finds the shoulder on the right! Scary stuff. Note to self: driving without sleep is not a good thing. But the AtomFest was an absolute blast! I "won" (hands down) the "Atomic Twister Award" which is granted to the driver who spins out the most during the 3 days of Atoms at Speed competition. My lap times were in the middle of the pack, but I cut the most grass. Sadly, I don't have any pics yet. I was so exhausted by the time I got to Tampa, I forget my "award" (such that I should be proud of it) as well as the CD of all of the pics of my car that were taken by the track's photographer. Oh, ya! They're quite good. Don't know how I've managed to miss them until now. No real excuse.

Man, you need to get out more! Hope you get those JH13's. I think you'll like them... a lot! Entertaining impressions, especially the part about Mike and Al being dirty hippies. Sadly, they were the cool kids when I was in high school. At least they've good taste in music, gear and beer... and, as hippies go, kind of fun to hang out with. It was nice seeing everyone again, and meeting some of the new goons. I'm hoping to be in the neighborhood again sometime in the Spring, and will be sure to look you up again, Dan. After 3 days of DanJam, 4 days of AtomFest, and a one day delay in getting on the road (due to a changeover of my trailer springs/hubs/wheels/tires), I had to do a 26 hour solo drive from Tulsa to Tampa in 35 hours. It wasn't a bit pretty, but I made it in one piece somehow thanks in part to an overdose of Vivrin. The rig is now in storage in Tampa for the winter, although a road trip to Orlando via Miami/Ft. Lauderdale might be in order for a long weekend if the Florida crew is up for it. Any time is a good time.

It certainly was a masterpiece, although it did kind of drone on a bit.

Indeed.

Smooth like butta and Barbara Streisand's thighs!

Happy birthday, Slack-ster. Enjoy your youth, man... I've got some underwear that is older than you are, although most of it isn't in heavy rotation at this point.

When I write a review, you are to worship and adore me for my efforts and agree with all of my conclusions. If I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.

Ya, what Ken said! Happy birthday. You should have told us about this upcoming birthday. We would have made you do endless shots. Or maybe you figured as much and decided to forego the torture? Wise man.

I concur. I had an absolute blast. It was especially nice to have the long 3 day format, such that none of us were in any particular rush to do anything in particular. Sure, there was gear, there was beer, there was music and a beach and bullets, but mostly just a bunch of goofy people to hang out with. Although I've never eaten electrostatic donuts before, I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't enjoy them. I've now made it to Tulsa and jumped in my pickup at the airport, then headed to the U of Tulsa to hang out at the law school library to catch up on the work I didn't get done this weekend. In about 3 hours, I'll be dropping off a package at FedEx and heading for the track at Hallett for AtomFest! Figured I'd better get the work done before the fun or the beer will interfere (yet again).

I've never eaten any donuts before. Are Krispy Kreme donuts better than your favorite cookies?

No fair! I didn't know that's what the booth was for.

Prebable: Jeff (VPI Vinlyspinner) was kind enough to invite me to indulge in a taste test of a matched pair of small, round (with a hole in the middle) glazed donuts from Britts. I was happy to oblige. Actually, he just did a head nudge towards the kitchen and said, "You better hurry or they'll all be gone." In any case, I would like to publicly slobber all over Jeff (in a strictly figurative sense) for having had the opportunity to ingest a couple of the above poorly described donuts. Heading 2: (To further set the stage - because I like being on stage - in the desperate hope of making others believe that what follows will somehow be worth reading) While I don't have any experience in donut eating (I've only seen them in bakeries), I've always been a cookie eater and believe that my experience with cookies will allow me to make you believe that I know enough about baked goods in general that my review will somehow be relevant to your donuts needs to influence your next donut purchase decision, and that my sparse use of periods will cause enough confusion in your mind that you'll miss the key point at the beginning of this run-on sentence about my total lack of experience in donut eating. With those (generally uninteresting except to myself) provisos, as well as my digestive system limitations which I need not go into in any great detail, and other utterly worthless utterances in mind, dear reader, please accept my apologies in advance for not comparing the Britts Donuts to 47 different cookies such that you would become as completely and hopelessly confused as I unadmittedly am about donuts, or cookies, or whatever it is that I'm trying to review. Pics: (to be posted once Duggeh emails them to me) Utter utterances: These donuts really tasted good! They were extremely well baked, or fried, I'm not sure which, and of ample proportion to satisfy a variety of hungers. They fit my hand well, and melted away in my mouth. (More on that in the taste section below). Taste: I'm going to have to seriously think about becoming a donut eater! It is impossible not be enjoy the taste of Britts Donuts! I'd eat fistfuls of them every day if I lived anywhere near Carolina Beach, even if it put me into a diabetic coma. Certainly, the Britts Donuts donut is a much better donut than any cookie I had available to try (including some Famous Amos mini chocolate chip cookies that Jeff generously provided for my consumption and comparison). If the Britts Donut donut was baked as a cookie, I'd add milk and enjoy it more than any other cookie I've ever eaten. The sugar used in the glaze is VERY sugary; as sweet as can be without being overly sweet, and with a nice tactile feel that feels sticky and crumbly all at the same time. I couldn't help but to lick my fingers and wish that the donut hadn't yet reached my tummy, but could be put back on my lips to do a do-over. The Britts Donut provides a terrific taste for any of you who are experienced donut eaters. I would definitely consider Britts Donuts as my vendor of choice for all of my donut needs if I lived closer to Carolina Beach. If it wasn't for nit pickers, we would all be knee-deep in nits: There has to be something that I don't like about the Britt Donuts small, round (with a hole in the middle) glazed donut that I don't like, or you might possibly think that I'm posting this review to shill their products. So, well, here goes... I've got to admit, they seem to have a (not so serious, but I'll point it out anyway) bit of difficulty in making a dozen donuts of equal size and proportion. Let me just put it this way: some of them are bigger than others, and by the time I got to the bag, most of the big ones seemed to have been picked over. I was able to overcome this problem (such that it was a problem) by grabbing two (2) donuts and using one (1) of my oversized paws to cuff the second donut (thus concealing it from the view of others) while I scarfed down the first donut with my other paw. Still, this could potentially become a more serious issue with a different crowd of more gentle, considerate, and community minded people (i.e., people who were not all doing the exact same thing I was doing with the double dipping trick). Now for the final plug: I feel bad that this review is about 12 pages of jibberish short of my normal review, and that I didn't have any other donuts to compare the Britts Donut donut to, so I feel, dear readers, that I probably could have done a better job of droning on than I have, but if you're a donuts lover, I can't imagine that you wouldn't rather enjoy Britts Donut donuts, especially with milk. I wish that I had thought about buying some milk while I was in town earlier this morning...

No u! Go home, where you can change your tyres on your Lauri (big sissy truck) if you insist upon your u. This is redneck country where we refer to blokes as buddies and pals. Better respect our back woods ways, or we'll send Vicki after you with guns a'blazin!

...and where you this weekend, bytch!?!!?

Ya, like Colin farted and than I farted and then we all laughed. That was funny, huh?

Hung out with a bunch of drunken redneck geeks in Kure Beach, NC.

Try the JH-93's and you'll never look back.