Or, rather, cruising at a moderate clip up and down suburban sidewalks in a relatively straight line.
This is my board. There are many like it, but this one is mine. I am nothing without my board. Or I am on my bike. Or possibly on foot. I might even be in a large box truck, headed towards Central Valley, but even then, the board is generally with me. After all, have you ever skateboarded in a half-empty, air-conditioned data center? Then you know what I mean.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing Digital Underground on Friday, even if I was made acutely aware that the suburbs have no such thing as cabs. This reminds me I need to get a car at some point. However, if I postpone this decision for long enough, I might just forget that I "need" a car, and not get one. It's a complex strategy, but I know me, and it's just crazy enough a plan to work.
Hey Everybody, I have Dead Rising, and you should, too! High-Def zombies. Nuff 'said.
Also, I went over to the east-Bay (it's Pig Latin, yo) this past Saturday, and drank for a second night in a row (which is a feat at my age), then played with lil' kittens. Kittens are pretty awesome. They don't walk anywhere; they always pounce. As well, their teeth are little and harmless, and you can play the poke-in-the-nose game with them. Try doing that with a human being! No, seriously, don't try that.
To find myself agreeing with the Pope. Oh well, when you're right, you're right.
Also, chicken butt.
Oh yeah, also, Fatlip's "The Loneliest Punk" and P.E.A.C.E.'s "Megabyte" are both fucking awesome, in completely different ways.
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