Not this time.

Though he might look the part, though he might be the epitome of suave 70's hipster, though something like the 24 Minutes of Foghat just screams for someone of this caliber, the one they call Downing will not be at the 24 Minutes of Foghat! Or any other 24MOTAB! or will he?

Rock-tober 7th. 8:00. The abandoned building. Hit that.

The 24 Minutes Of FOGHAT!!!

Yes it's another themed 24MOTAB and this one is especially evil. It's the 24 Minutes Of Foghat! A 1970s Mullet version of musical chairs except when the music ends whoever crosses the finish line will win. Yup, 24 minutes of the song Slow Ride, a song I fondly remember getting the shit kicked out of me to as a rural Iowa town's only punk rocker (this was 1976 so when I say only punk I mean probably within a 60 mile radius). Anyway, hate the song, hate the band, hate nostalgia in general, but this seemed too wonderfully perverse to pass up. Be thankful we didn't go with the original idea of the 24 Hours of Foghat. BUT here's the catch, in order to make this work with integral members' schedules etc., this grand event will take place on Sunday ROCK-TOBER 7th! There will still be a regular late Rock-tober MOTAB (3rd anniversary of consecutive, uninterupted MOTABs! plus Halloween!), we're just moving September's back a week. It's the 70s so do whatever accordingly and I believe player/haters would be en vogue and of course, plenty of denim. RAWK!!!

From the Mainframe and beyond.

Get yer TRON on!

Hey Hey! For some reason the home edition of Kitten Factory is working so let's get this update done before Master Control deletes my program.
DAMN!!! That was an awesome race (it should be noted that the Kitten Master does not use the word awesome like some people use the word "the" and "you"- no he saves it as a true superlative, so word up, it was truly awesome). Lyle and D*Pow and company did an outstanding job on this alley cat. A big turn out with racers from Madison, Milw., Chicago and Janesville (Janesville riders, are you still out there?). The initial boot up took place at Revolution Cycles where programs were initiated and final instructions were given by the Home Directory. Then the random relocater was hit and we were off and racing. First up was Capital Square where energy pellets in the form of drunken, overstuffed Madisonians taking part in the "Taste of Madison" food orgy were to be dodged and in some cases run over to get to the first stop. They were not amused, nor were the police who shut down a few riders. Next up the fast track out to the southwest bike corridor where a "tiny" subroutine was initiated, then back across town for a virus scan and barcode reading. Demetral Park became base feeding station for swarms of hungry mosquitoes, but programs were literally "run" around the 220 yard cinder track. Then things got really interesting- back across town again for a clandestine meeting under Monona Terrace on the railroad track side for a security clearance. The wait proved to be a bigger test of people's patience than the meatheads on Capital Square. Let it be said that Revolution Jeff may have found his true calling as a corporate exec. Some program glitches caused a reboot and a final trip to the Mainframe for password confirmation . MCP was destroyed in the end by overall winner Ja9(3.3466638219...)son, Dactyl overall womens champ and Cale as best out of towner. end of line. pixel evidence with next transmission.