Weekend in the snow.

Well, I went snowboarding for the 2nd time on this long weekend. I've gotten a lot better since starting out two years ago, but I have a long way to go. I have realized that there are some things that are better started as a child, and one of these things is snowboarding. I'm far too afraid to take risks as an adult, and that bothers me a little. Going 40mph down an icy mountain probably would have been sweet when I was 10. I did it today, and I thought I was going to cry. I even remember thinking to myself, man... I am probably going to injure myself here. That's not the frame of mind to be in going that fast. Self doubt? Maybe. Intelligence? Perhaps. Could even be a mix of both. The problem that I am finding more and more, is how do I visualize the positive in the heat of the moment? When it's all on the line, how do you push through? I think that's something to work towards. More on this later.

A few topics to discuss.

Starbucks gets a gold star for last week in my book. I'm already addicted to the "Changa" bagel, it's awesome on an entirely new scale for breakfast foods. Anyways, they have a device for your coffee cup when you get it to go. It's basically a plug that you insert into the tiny hole that prevents the liquid inside from splashing out when you drive as recklessly as I do. Way to go, SB.

Now, carwashes. You know, the drive through-touchless-retardedly easy ones. I'm in line to go through, and there is a lexus in front of me. First, this car can't seem to fit it's skinny tire through the slot that it needs to go in. 2nd try gets it. I notice it's a woman driving, which makes me laugh. Not all women are bad drivers, but this one... holy cow. Then, as the rollers come behind her tire to push the car forward, the car bumps up into the air! WTF, SHE HAD IT IN PARK! Now, if that wasn't bad enough, it took her AND 4 attendants about two whole fucking minutes to get her car into neutral. Yeah, that lady fails at life. If you can't negotiate a car wash, you don't deserve a license.

Finally (for this post) we come to American apprehension. I was walking out of Target this weekend, there was a vagrant looking man in the parking lot by my car. he was taking pictures of something in the parking lot, and I thought to myself "I hope I don't have to talk to this guy." I walked to my car anyways, laughing on the inside because I have a gun and this guy probably doesn't. As I get closer, I notice his camera is actually really nice, and he's just taking pictures of seagulls. I'm instantly at ease with this, knowing that he's just a typical Washington Hippie, not a serial killer. Maybe. Anyways, I get into my car and watch a mid-twenties asian woman walking toward her car, which is right next to the guy taking pictures of birds. (Mind you, he's not even facing her.) She gets a panicked look on her face, and walks back into the store she came out of. Wow. How has it come to this? Are we all really afraid of strangers? The terrorists may have won, or our parents just fucked us up when we were little. Who knows.

Writing Again. (An Introduction)

Thanks to the persistent chicken pecking from one of my best critics, I am finally in the mood to write again. We'll see how long I can keep this up. This blog is dedicated to my former life, as a reasonable, quiet, and sensible person. My life is now full of adventure, hope, and recklessness to the point of "this is probably a bad idea." I won't hold back in this blog because hey, it's not even my real name.

Life is full of funny, so enjoy...