Thursday, January 04, 2007
: 6:59 AM ps. the potato chip term keeps killing me too.
: 12:58 PM : 7:30 PM Anyway, just got back from the 'Bu. Had to ride the spare board, The Snow Pony, otherwise known as Seamonkey's Ruin, since my beloved A#1 board is still ALL FUCKED UP from that incident the other day that I will not mention again.
In other news, our ethernet has been out for two days now due to the violent windstorms that have been hitting the greater Los Angeles area. We now live in the land of natural disasters, it's kinda hot, kinda lame. The Mrs. is by my side here at the hipster cafe down the block from our palace. We're getting the Led out up in here (meaning they are blasting the live Led Zeppelin CD.) The barrista guy looks like a long-haired whippet, and he's literally wearing a thin headband over his long hippy hair. What? The kids of today. Hey wait, why do they got ethernet here and not our house? Uh-oh!! Now it's starway to heaven. The Mrs. is literally packing her bag. We tried to get the Led out but in the end the Led is getting us out...the door.
More soon (I hope!)
xoxo
Anyway, I did light a candle for you and the transparent thing you are probably wrapping up right about now. Fax me a jpeg asap. xoxoxo
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Capt'n, this is the shade of plaid I am trying to dye my hair. Know who can do such a job? Anyway, I am feelin better--thanks for askin. And how you be? I hope you are getting ready to ride the waves again.
By , at
6:59 AM
this would look great on a long board.
Or a potato chip...
sir some people at the east coast office are spreading a rumor that this is a close-up of your suitcase?
ps. the potato chip term keeps killing me too.
By , at
12:58 PM
Dear Mr. Cap'n. Scotland Yard brought this to our attention as we, in conjunction with Interpol, have been on the lookout for the stolen portable picnicking sanitary napkin/bagpipe skirt/tent that one of our wives likes to pack when we nip up to the grassy fields where Hamlet wept for a bit of down time.
By , at
7:30 PM
Dammit i love you sons of bitches. Sigh.
Anyway, just got back from the 'Bu. Had to ride the spare board, The Snow Pony, otherwise known as Seamonkey's Ruin, since my beloved A#1 board is still ALL FUCKED UP from that incident the other day that I will not mention again.
In other news, our ethernet has been out for two days now due to the violent windstorms that have been hitting the greater Los Angeles area. We now live in the land of natural disasters, it's kinda hot, kinda lame. The Mrs. is by my side here at the hipster cafe down the block from our palace. We're getting the Led out up in here (meaning they are blasting the live Led Zeppelin CD.) The barrista guy looks like a long-haired whippet, and he's literally wearing a thin headband over his long hippy hair. What? The kids of today. Hey wait, why do they got ethernet here and not our house? Uh-oh!! Now it's starway to heaven. The Mrs. is literally packing her bag. We tried to get the Led out but in the end the Led is getting us out...the door.
More soon (I hope!)
xoxo
By 
The Capt'n, at
4:29 PM
hi capt'n! missin you.
By , at
6:14 AM
phase 1
sneakers
the closet
hepburns
the flame
Capt'n please add to...
By , at
10:59 AM
sir
are you on the ropes a
or on the canvas?
By , at
7:06 PM
To answer your question, gree c, the blog is on the ropes, but not the canvas. The fucking internet is still broken on our street. Five days later. It's on my fucking nerves. I am literally writing this from the laundromat. You and I both know that this is not the best case scenario for me.
Anyway, I did light a candle for you and the transparent thing you are probably wrapping up right about now. Fax me a jpeg asap. xoxoxo
By The Capt'n, at
9:47 PM
PEEDS!!
DUBS!!
CORNY!!
Boo-yah,
The Capt'n
By The Capt'n, at
9:48 PM
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