Thursday, January 30, 2014

january thirtieth

Five for January 30th:

January. Where the hell did this month go? I look up and it’s already almost February, which is fine by me. Pitchers and catchers report in 2 weeks and daylight savings is just over a month out. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Thrashin’. Met up with Andy and Bryan for an impromptu two-hour session at Ramp Riders last night. I think I’ve dialed in the perfect setup for that place: Powell “Ban This” Caballero with 60mm Spitfire Grosso F1s and Indy 169s. For now, anyway.

Modern technology. It has essentially replaced the need to have almost anything other than what’s in your pocket. It’s crazy, and there’s no going back. Adapt or die.

Cool stuff. Fort Jane, Thursday morning meeting notes, metal albums with googly eyes, new Ripper, Vernon’s with Tom for lunch, White House petition to deport Justin Bieber.

Smoking is insane. It's not like there aren't enough good reasons to not smoke, but this is a pretty to-the-point illustration of what that shit does to you. Don’t do it. If you do it, stop doing it.

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