Context is...

for suckers.

From the March 26th, 2009 Iowa City Press-Citizen website:


"The man admitted to eating the marijuana, and more was found later in his anal cavity."

Best.
Sentence.
Ever.

I coulda been a...

contender, for my earliest-ever first ski day.*
Two years ago, I skied on March 27th. Tomorrow is march 26th. It's on. I'm ready to smash, by one full day, my high water (and high shrinkage) mark.

Here are the drama-laden preparations for a record breaking set of not-much-more-than-jumping-the-wakes on my trick ski.

Call Tom yesterday: The boat should be out of storage.

Check weather.com: Winds WSW @ 5 mph.


Call Tom today: Not sure if the boat is out of storage.

Check weather.com again: Winds still good.
Temps in the... Mid thirties?? Damn.

Final verdict: Mid thirties and no boat yet. The '07 record stands
Plan to sleep after work instead of ski.

Damn.

I need to ski soon. Nola has been in the water for since the beginning of March.
No pictures yet, she's been stealthily tailing a few wayward paddlers, just dogpaddling toward the skunky PBR wafts.







*Since moving from the sunbelt to the frigid midwest.

Move over Twiggy...

I've found something better. It looks like Joe Camel has found a new job. Getting fired as a cigarette spokescamel was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Now he skis for commercials in Mideastern Resort Towns. Sure beats working for acorns.

Here is Joe in action.



I think the dry desert air is good for his, uh, well-worn, lungs.