Stuff we write about/original material from the Round Six crew.
Continually working to make you the smartest bastard near the water cooler, today I present the Brian Degree of Injective Idiocy, which aims to illustrate the vast complexity of idiots and their behavior, describing said behavior as a sort of Menger sponge (that being something which exhibits an infinite surface area and zero volume) based on the idea of the Facebook news feed. See that? Practical, fun applications of higher math.
On a beautiful Saturday in the middle of September, world famous custom painter Billy B and the group at Pirates Cove Resort put together another amazing boat show. If you’re a huge fan of brightly painted, over powered and really loud boats that are less than 25 feet long, this is a show you really don’t want to miss. Round Six’s Brad got them all on video for you to enjoy.
If you’ve ever been to the SEMA show or even just Vegas, you’ve seen these cards passed out at every corner. Someone in our group (who shall remain nameless at the moment) thought of a great card game using those very same cards and we decided to record it. We laughed so hard it’s amazing the neighbors didn’t file a noise complaint. One of the best “stupid” things ever!!
Today’s topic: A Half-Dozen Helpful Tips on Fitting in Where You Obviously Don’t Belong — This Means YOU, Guy Who Either Mooched a Pass or Works Somewhere on the Very Fringe of the Industry (ATTN: Guy Who Supplies Thumb Tacks to the Local Auto Parts Store).
Brad letters a 1967 VW Squareback for a client, and brings you along, all time lapse-style…
I am a lucky guy, luckier than I should be. But it really isn’t luck, it’s being blessed. It’s just easier for people to think of it as just luck, removing all the religion stuff. If you’re lucky, you don’t have to pay anybody back. It is very obvious to me, and hopefully to you as well, after reading this. It truly IS blessings, and I have only one person and a car show to thank. We’ll call it what it is and move on.
I’ve had this shred of paper hanging over my desk for as long as I can recall, and the words on it have always proven true: “All things are delicately interconnected.”
I was but a toddler when Steve Lisk’s brutal ’71 Hemi-powered Challenger (it was originally a 383 car) prowled Woodward Avenue, yet that car carved a place into the foundation of my car guy-ness. And forty years later, it reenters my world. All things are delicately interconnected indeed.