So nice to see my old buddy Skids writing again. This time he’s taking on the idea of a major league sports franchise in the Las Vegas Valley. You should give it a read.
“A Hockey Fan Balances Loyalty to His Hometown Team With a Growing Excitement for the Arrival of the Vegas Golden Knights”
Source: Home Ice? | David Magazine
How have I never seen this book before? I really need to write a new Skids Poppe adventure, huh?
The other day, I was on a long drive on my bike, going up the coast or something like that and I started thinking about politics. Specifically, about the budget and ways to cut spending. Now, I hear you asking “But Skids, I thought you weren’t political?” I know. I thought so, too. But what are you gonna do? Continue reading “Alphabet – A Skids Poppe Commentary”
I was in a bar the other day, trying to get Guantanamo to buy me a drink when this cute young thing walked in and headed straight for a bar stool near mine. I took it as a sign from above and headed over to offer her a bag of complimentary airline peanuts I had saved for just such an occasion. It worked. We started a pleasant conversation and I figured I was getting somewhere until I mentioned that I worked for a motorcycling magazine. After that, the conversation took a downward spiral that I never recovered from and I ended up leaving with only Mr. Guantanamo for company. Continue reading “Organ Donors”
It finally happened. I was doing everything right, even wearing my helmet. And it wasn’t my fault. I know, you out there think good old Skids is just whining but if I hadn’t had Guantanamo Bey on the back of the bike, none of this would ever have happened. As it is, I had to go to traffic school. Continue reading “Traffic School”
Okay, so I realize I’m writing for a paper based deep in the heart of the film industry but I sure never knew the extent to which That industry’d go to promote a film they’re proud of. I found out. And they sure have a reason for their cockiness. Continue reading “Chopper Chicks in Zombietown”
Getting the Hang of Thursdays 