Thyne gods Hath Spoken! Password Remembered!

I truly miss my friends.

in the land of fixies and fake eye glasses

Friday, Chris Smith's art gallery (house) had a new showing. 

S.A.G. was wasted.

This is an At-At walker from Empire Strikes Back.

Kooks.

Chris's house was always chilly, but as you can see there's huge icicles in there now.

Yay Chris!  There were hundreds of cameras in the room at this point.  Maj blogging.

couple 0 things

"Dude, my hair is all messed up and shit."   "Don't worry no one will ever see it."

T.A. has got mad years on everyone.  He's the most grown up friend I have.   Even compared to the Portland guy, the S.F. guy, and the Chicago guys.  Zero drama.  Ever.
I skated this thing a couple of times this winter.  Its WARP's 3ft mini.  On Sat nights its "fossil" night, and its 18 and up, no helmets, B.Y.O.B.  Sadly, even then, the 'champions' were there, bumming out my every second of attendance.  As you could've guessed, Chris (a.k.a. googles, slippy hippy, 30pker, and the sentence finisher) loved it.  He can Muska flip, or Swansen(as the flatbellies call it), on command.

I saw Ryan Noize Boy today.

He's part of a zombie gang.

if anyone around here had a clue, i'd be selling things.......

nube

Well, here we go.   I broke the hymen of bloggage.  As you can see, I need to gain street cred in the blog world.  This should give age and gnar perspective, respectively.  

Maybe I'll find a real reason to do this at some point.  Kind of find my niche, if you will.  Pictures of customers?  Hot moms?  I like Ari's theme, but its gonna get hard to do after a while.