…But it would appear that despite the copious amounts of non-blog work, including a morning session in our receiving department that can best be described as “illuminating”, (toil is sometimes a necessity) which has engulfed Bloggy recently like so many rats engulfing the consumptive body of a 19th century beggar, Patrick Augustine, the buyer of Campagnolo, the forgetter of all things Schwalbe, the “wait a sec, that’s my account??!” of SOMA and countless others, felt the need to prod Bloggy’s gut with the stick of shame in regards to the “less than stellar” quality of these daily missives. Yes, the quality has decreased and thus Patrick’s prodding was warranted (He has entered a cabal with young Matthew Wheeler, of this, I am certain) but there are many reasons for this. Where to begin? Malaise, milieu, mildew? Gout for sure. Perhaps a touch of swamp lobe. Ulcerated ghost sweats. The lack of sunlight, thus vitamin D deficiency, the rickets, and the ensuing psychotic darkness crazies that plague my Doritos ravaged corpus have only wreaked even more havoc on these already  brittle fingers that bang away on a keyboard like so many folding chairs against Dusty Rhode’s skull. Sadly, the American Dream I am not, but please be patient and as soon as this stuporous funk has lifted (we’re projecting 2015), it’ll be back to the normal, daily record of bicycle part trappings and travails (with 900 percent more “Musings With Phil: Your IT Loveline”). With that, here is an awesome and thorough article about Sycip Frame welders. Everyone knows when it comes to California frame slingaz, Bloggy’s heart belongs to Paul Saddoff and Rock Lobster, but this is an entertaining look at a group of young men involved in honest and industrious labors. That is all.

Play ‘em off, RAY SCOTT OF WESTERN AUTO!!!!