First things first:
Whistler is a mere 24 days away. And in even better news, it seems fellow bloggerman A-man will be joining me. I’m pretty stoked on this. I’m probably going piss in his bed at the hotel. You can pretty much count on our room to be going off every night until 8:30 or 9:00PM. I’m also going to recommend he gets a wrist brace, a la Corey Chrysler. It was that dude who always wore the wrist brace, right? Whatever. A-man is gonna be wearing on. We’re gonna make amazing old man shred videos and maybe some amazing movies about how good we are at blowing minds.
I’m also hoping to swing by the Origin Design offices and tell them they should probably give me a job as a writer. I think it would be in the best interest of everyone.
Wrapped up the local winter season around here on Saturday, and that was a blast. Slip-slid some boxes and handrails and only fell a little bit. On the corrugated tube. Like always. Effe that black plastic bastard.
Year end gear end recap:
Capita Indoor Survival camber: It rode switch nicely, the topsheet still sucks for stickers. Definitely a great board.
Volcom Gigi Jacket: Yeppers. Super ugly. Super Tech. I like it all except the built-in hood visor was kind of bothersome.
Malavita Bindings: At no point this year did my feet hurt, nor did my board fall off. Success!
6- or 7-year old Rome Flask: Still Works!
I’m pretty sure this guy needs to have his windows and or nuts smashed:
Keylo must be fuming, looking at that picture.
Selling out his state like he’s the governor or some shit.
I’m in some sort of college basketball pool, and I guess I’m winning money. This is good for me, as I really can’t be bothered to fill out an entire bracket, or even care.
Por ejemplo: we were sitting at a bar the other night watching some game and I had to ask Jake which number was the score and which was the shot clock. I suspect he may have been lying to me.