Bathroom Reading Material

Have you ever taken a dump where upon completion it feels as if the dump has taken you?  I am of course referring to a trip to the toilet that, instead of being quick and routine, reveals itself to be a time consuming endeavor.  You exit the lavatory disoriented as if stuck in a time warp.  You wonder how much time has elapsed and whether or not the course of your day has been altered irreversibly.  I hardly suppose you would have imagined yourself reading about defecation in this latest Clog post.  But alas, here you are with your pants around your ankles wondering whether or not you will make it to dinner on time.  Luckily for you this particular turd will shoot out hastily and require minimal wiping.

Creeks and lakes across the Bay Area swelled as if nine months pregnant, and eventually gave birth to spectacles such as this.

The demise of Tommy's put an end to my football Sundays in Los Gatos, until I realized Carrie Nations offers free nachos and hotdogs.  Beer pairs well with both of these things.

  

As is tradition, I grilled ribs on Super Bowl Sunday.  They too were adequately washed down with an inexpensive beverage.

This is around the time when I felt the twenty dollar bill I had bet on the New England Patriots slowly wriggling its way out of my pocket.  Much to my surprise, the twenty managed to double in size!

   

February weather could look like this in Santa Cruz during the afternoon,

and look a little something like this in San Jose later the same day.

Joey Guevara was brought up skating with Jesse, Clark, and myself.  Not only did he somehow maintain his sanity, but went as far as to turn pro for Alien Workshop.  Seeing Bill Tran hold up Joey's pro model board was somewhat surreal.  

I may have been the biggest idiot at Joey's video premier party, but The Oscar Award goes to this man.