With a tumor on its head, he’d be poppin’ it right into his mouth.

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to my main man Chuck D. Be sure to wish a happy one to, if not the father of, then at least the complier of, modern evolutionary theory.

I know now why it’s called the Batman workout. Not because it is the workout that Batman does. No. It’s because it kicks your ass, but doesn’t quite kill you.

And I only did something like Level 0.5 of the Batman workout. Forget cranking it up to 11. I’d have died. And that would have really bummed Batman out, man. Don’t you know, his parents are dead?

As for the working on the Jeep business, I know very little about this thing. I know we put on leaf springs. And we think it’s an ’84. That’s all I know. Oh, and it has a six cylinder engine. But there’s talk of upgrading to a V8. Not the juice. And we’re going to add fancy doors and mud guards. And we’re going to Rhino line the inside and out, ala Nicky the Cook’s circa 1999. But not turquoise. Probably graphite or charcoal or some such grey.

Yesterday we got the rear suspension and brakes done. Today we are filling, flushing, and bleeding the brakes. Also “testing” and adjusting the suspension. Then we start the pretty work for it.

After Jeep duties are done today, I’m off to Underground Ink to help out with some newbie printers. Then, I have tutoring after that. Math is fun.

It builds quite an appetite.

I hunger for knowledge. And nachos.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC