Mt. Brighton

I tried to submit a blog post yesterday while visiting Carrie and Greta in Bloomington however, since Carrie's laptop sucks the big one, the entire blog entry was deleted.  So, let's try round 2.

I'd like to dedicate this post to TJ Burke and Dexter Rutecki, "Mt. Brighton's Finest."  For those of you that don't "get" that last sentence, TJ and Dex are characters in the best movie ever made, Aspen Extreme.  There is also no such thing as Mt. Brighton.  Brighton is a trash dump with a tow rope.

While in the throws of an Effexor withdrawal last week, ski porn such as Aspen Extreme and Hotdog the Movie were the only things that made me feel better.

I love 80's movie posters





To add to matters, the Front Range/Summit County of Colorado got dumped on this week.  That's make me want to throw another hammer in the hat of living in IL.  WTF.  There are no mountains here which equals BTSAD.  Big Time Seasonal Affective Disorder.  Perhaps I should renew my Effexor prescription now in anticipation of a shitty winter in the midwest.



The above shows the awesomeness of 80's movie posters.  What ever happened to that sweet artwork?