Ever since reading Bill Bryson’s book A Walk In The Woods I’ve been dreaming of taking a few months off from work and hiking the Appalachian Trail. But with the work environment as it currently is, I don’t think it’d be very smart to quit my job. But a man still can dream, can’t he?
I managed to get home an hour early last night, and while dinner was cooking I thought I’d waste a few minutes and scan the web for interesting hiking info when I stumbled upon this fellow Condor who hiked the entirety of the Pacific Crest Trail:
Bonus points if you spotted the butterfly.
Hmm…living on the west coast, the Pacific Crest Trail is much closer to me (practically right outside my front door), and I might be able to hike it in weekly stages. Hmmm….
Great, I feel another obsession creeping up on me (I’m great at collecting these). Excuse me while I hunt down a few maps…
As a kid I remember cutting a circle out of a piece of plywood and rounding the edges to fashion a skimboard. I spent quite a bit of time at the beach running up and down the shoreline with that small bit of wood, enjoying every second of glide time.
If the technology was available back then you can bet that I’d be doing something just a bit more extreme:
“Mesmerizing” is how I’d best describe this clip. Rare is the video that I simply can not tear myself away from. This is one of clips that couldn’t help but watch several times in a row. Here’s hoping you give it a chance…
I glued…GLUED!…to this clip. I couldn’t wait to see how it ended, and I was not disappointed.
Apparently, the goal of this race is to go as slow as possible, baiting your opponent to ride ahead of you so you can surprise him with a quick burst of speed at the end.
This clip is nothing short of fascinating:
I know this is a slightly longer clip than I tend to post, but it’s well worth the view.
My San Diego Chargers won their opening game against the Vikings this past Sunday, and nobody could be more excited about that game than me…
…well, let me take that statement back. It seems as if this guy is a bit more excited.
After watcing the Viking’s Percy Harvin return the initial kickoff for 103 yards, this football fanatic was unable to contain himself.
One football fan is just a bit too excited about the start of the season...
I mean, I feel for the guy. After several beers, a Red Bull, two shots of Bulgarian Rakia and 20oz of Gatorade I too feel the call of nature. But at least I have the good grace to seek out a restroom and not let loose in my seat. On national TV.
Today I saw two thugs get into a fight at a gas station downtown. I’m unsure what the argument was about. I’d like to think that it was a disagreement over which school of art has a greater impact on the psyche of today’s youth, or perhaps it was an ongoing feud over which author was the superior writer while under the influence: William S. Burroughs or Hunter S. Thompson.
Whatever the reason, words and hand signs were exchanged between the pumps. The guy closest to me calmly walked up to a punk wearing a white t-shirt who was cursing and gesturing wildly in his direction. He then pushed t-shirt hood in the chest with a stiff-arm then clocked him once in the face. T-shirt guy when down hard, covered his face with his hands, and slowly began to squirm on the oil-soaked pavement.
Alpha hooligan then turned around and slowly strutted back to his gold Honda Civic, removed the gas nozzle from his car and placed it back on the pump, closed up his gas cap and drove away, leaving our t-shirted hero lying on his back with his face covered in blood.
It seems as if everyone thinks they have a plan when they get into a fight, up to the point when they get nailed in the face by a guy with a wicked right cross.
