if you're a skier, one of the biggest days of the year happens in august. that's right, august. dog days of summer, the whole shebang. it's that day when the first ski magazine hits your mailbox. god damn, it's like crack. the first POWDER of the year drops, and all the sudden i'm seeing pics of the new crop of skis, shots of deep, deep pow, new schoolers going absoluetly batshit in the backcountry, and suddenly the whole world becomes a tease before the lifts begin to turn.
well, it happened on friday, and i'm so ready for summer to end that i'm lighting an old pair of skis on fire in sacrifice to Ullr, the god of snow. come on, man, i know you're watching! help us out! let the sun worshippers suffer for once, and have a massive winter drop on us beginning in early october!
i'm willing to let a month pass before my sacrifice is answered...
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
AAARRRRGH!
what the hell has happened? i'm looking around at people on this mySpace.com thing, and, obviously, i know i'm getting old fast, but JESUS. people "liking gangstas" and loving abercrombie and fitch—wait, i thought that was over... isn't it?
nope. not even in portland, maine, apparently.
i'm fucking terrified about the future if these brain surgeons are going to be holding down the fort for us while we're shitting in our pants in old folk's homes. am i that out of touch? is the urban lifestyle encroaching on northern new england? are great, semi-crunchy towns like portland doomed to be crawling with hoochie ghetto rats and wannabe ganstas? god, i hope not.
this is kind of fun, actually, i can sound off about this with vitriol, sound like an old fogie, then disappear into the woods for a few days and clear my head. of course, while i'm gone, people who say "skater boyz are HOTTT" and "i don't read unless i'm forced to" take control slowly but surely.
this needs to stop. peoople need to call it "pot," not "chronic"... drink good beer, not shitty 40s... and i mean here, because people are taking someone else's life and making it theirs! look where you are!!! when your life is shaped the way it is by living in a place where there's real danger and real problems, it is what it is... when you see that way of life on TV and then try to make it your own, well, you're just a fucking poser.
you wouldn't know real danger if you found yourself with a gun to your head.
what i wouldn't give to go back in time and nip MTV in the ass... and see if people didn't think for themselves these days because of it.
that's all from this 27-year-old fogie for now... off to take my vitamins and change my depends, i guess...
nope. not even in portland, maine, apparently.
i'm fucking terrified about the future if these brain surgeons are going to be holding down the fort for us while we're shitting in our pants in old folk's homes. am i that out of touch? is the urban lifestyle encroaching on northern new england? are great, semi-crunchy towns like portland doomed to be crawling with hoochie ghetto rats and wannabe ganstas? god, i hope not.
this is kind of fun, actually, i can sound off about this with vitriol, sound like an old fogie, then disappear into the woods for a few days and clear my head. of course, while i'm gone, people who say "skater boyz are HOTTT" and "i don't read unless i'm forced to" take control slowly but surely.
this needs to stop. peoople need to call it "pot," not "chronic"... drink good beer, not shitty 40s... and i mean here, because people are taking someone else's life and making it theirs! look where you are!!! when your life is shaped the way it is by living in a place where there's real danger and real problems, it is what it is... when you see that way of life on TV and then try to make it your own, well, you're just a fucking poser.
you wouldn't know real danger if you found yourself with a gun to your head.
what i wouldn't give to go back in time and nip MTV in the ass... and see if people didn't think for themselves these days because of it.
that's all from this 27-year-old fogie for now... off to take my vitamins and change my depends, i guess...
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