speak of the daredevil

first, a quickie rant on the word "uber".

there goes a word i could never use again. it's been faggotized. now, girls who have never known its existence before are blurting it out in every instance possible. it's painful. just like the word "gay" which meant "happy and cheerful" once and has become just "a dude who likes other dudes", uber is now "i'd use 'very' but i'm socially compelled to use this to be in". oh, shut up.

anyways, he may be outside my monkeysphere, but it's sad to know that death has caught up with the guy who has eluded him for so many years: evel knievel. as a kid, i've watched him ride that motorcycle and jump over cars, buses and even sharks, through my dad. and it was only recently that i had this hope of doing a bike stunt myself one day. so it's kinda weird to find out about this when i was merely looking for the pic of the new kitt. now, robert craig "evel" knievel jr has left the cape on the rack, the bike in the garage for he has flown off the ramp to never come down again. rest in peace, sir.

p.s. i don't know why but it seems like every december i feel like i have to make a choice whether to grow my hair long again or have it all shaved off again. hmm.
p. p.s. has anyone seen the 2 girls 1 cup video?!