Highlights of the weekend: low humidity, Chinese lunch on Saturday (cashew chicken), Manning’s ice cream cones with the fambly, Sam Adams Summer Ale on the deck with Toney (the ale was only OK… but it was beer), Athens, GA: Inside/Out for the first time in 20 years.
Lowlights of the weekend: as soon as I got going on the third draft of the “book” my time was up, lawn mowing, standard low-wattage feeling of not getting enough accomplished.
I think I’m going to take Wednesday off from my job during the coming week, and try to make that lack of accomplishment sensation disappear…
I need to put in some all-day marathon sessions, I really do. I’d go back into the yurt, but school hasn’t started back yet, and the place is undoubtedly overrun by buzzcut hicklets named Dusty.
As I type this our internet connection is down. It’s been unstable for the past few days. It goes down for a few minutes here and there, for no known reason. But this time it’s down like it means it. I think the bed has officially been shit, my friends.
And notice I said “internet connection?” I don’t like when people say their “internet” is down. There’s only one internet. Folks don’t have their own individual internets. Ya know?
Nitpicky, you say? Yeah, well, I’ve heard that one before…
Yesterday I downloaded two obscure gems from the early 1980s, almost forgotten albums by Any Trouble and Urban Heroes. I loved both during a previous bushy-haired lifetime, and now they’ve been captured by my iPod. Slowly but surely I’m replacing every LP I’ve ever owned… Legally where possible.
OK, we’re successfully tapped into the internet again. What the hell, man? This crap is making me purse my lips like a Sunday School teacher.
And I need to get ready for work now. I’m gonna have a Miranda Cosgrove frozen meal, drive 36 miles, immediately ask to have Wednesday off, then turn up the Clive Bull and Jean Shepherd.
Wish me luck in accomplishing my important Sunday tasks.
I’ll leave you now with a simple Question of the Day. I’d like to know if you’ve ever known someone named Sam. That’s it. Use the comments section below to tell us about the Sams you have known, and I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great rest o’ the day!
I’m from, and still in, Tacoma. Where did you grow up? I spent a lot of time on the north coast when I was a little shaver. As crappy as the weather is, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen. I’ve hiked the Ozette triangle, picnicked at Point Grenville, and took my first step at Rod’s Cabins, between Ocean City and Copalis. So were you really on the coast?
I’m not particularly fond of heights, and this one minute clip blew me away:
One of those guys is Sam al Calamari, a well known ladderist from Lisbon, a well know safe haven for ladderists who prey on and train out of work painters and roofers.
Our government has no plans and no ideas how to stop them. The TSA is helpless until they can get full ladder-scanners in place at major airports around the globe.
Sweet Sainted Mother of Rapunzel…talk about getting up a building. This has to be Navy Seal stuff. (the bad guys probably know this stuff too). A swarm of these guys could go anywhere quick and quiet… with mediveal technology!! Amazing. A ladder! Too bad they weren’t around for the Munich Olympics. They’d have been on that balcony in no time. Come up from the sides and…plink..plink.
Headed to Toas in the late afternoon. There’s an organic parsley farm I want to check out while I’m there. I think it’s run by a girl named Samantha.
Ive known two people name “Sam”, one pretty cool dude, and one ultra-hot indian (feather) chick who never wore pants with back pockets.
I have had my own intranet go dow. But nobody even realizes those types of things still exist.
Whoever that dude in the bunker cam is, he’s awesome.
Good Morning Surf Reporters…..
I know several Sams. Some are good guys. A few are raging dickheads.
I’m surprised the Surf Report’s very own Son of Sam hasn’t chimed in.
Swami Bologna says
Knew a Sam in Middle School, Sam Hallman. If I remember correctly, his dad owned the local hardware store — one of those old-time stores, the type that went out of business when Home Depot came to town (though I think in reality this one went out of business long before Home Depot came — I think the Sears a couple of miles down the road actually did this store in, probably in the mid ’80s.)
That’s the only Sam I can think of, in 49 years of life. There must have been others, though.
Chuck in Belpre says
The ‘Further Evidence’ link actually made me look away.
Chuck in Belpre says
And, yes, Giada’s cleavage made a grand appearance last night. I did not look away.
My sister and I call each other “Sam” or “Sammy” and for the life of me, I can’t remember how this originated.
There’s also Sammy Sosa. But I don’t know him.
I overheard my boyfriend Sam (7th grade) tell another boy that he breaking up with me because I wouldn’t french kiss him so I beat him to the punch and dumped him. Ah – young love.
Dave's not here, man says
Whaddya mean all Canadians don’t know each other? That’s just crazy talk!
Jerry in Wv says
I have a good buddy named Sam who lives in Dunbar. Jeff, I think you and Bill both know him.
Firstly, I met a Sam several months back and have him in my head as “Samwise Gamgee.” Secondly, why did you choose Cosgrove as your Miranda Cosgrove meal? I am curious because Cosgrove is a rather…obscure name. And if you know a Cosgrove my mind will be blown.