Friday, December 31, 2004
I got an email from one of the regulars who told me that he went out around 8 yesterday morning and had a fun time. It seems that if the lower gate is closed, most of the lame "talegalites" are too lazy to hump their butts down to the surf. Maybe we should start a shuttle service for them...or not.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
I just found out, unless my co-worker is messing with me, that we have Monday off, not Friday. That is fine with me, the kiddies will be back in school and maybe the surf will be good with sunny skies and warm air. Oh wait, that was my dream last night.
I'm having trouble posting pictures, sorry for the babysitting delay. Lates...
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Sunday morning, about a month or so ago, it's raining the proverbial cats and dogs and it's freezing outside. I mean it is cold! The wind is howling...but it's straight OFFSHORE! I'm at San-O at 5:45, waiting for someone to open the upper gate. Nobody else is around. I know they will not open the lower gate, I'm cool with that, I just want to get a look see and head home to get warm, because it is very cold for our area. The rangers (2 of them) show up about 2 minutes later, look at me like I'm nuts, open the gate and head down to close the lower one. I follow. We get to the parking area and they stop and close the gate. That gate is so rusty that it took three of us to close it. Off they go and walking in the freezing rain I go.
I get around the corner and see...pretty damn good looking 3-4 foot San-O. I run a bit further down the road to confirm and damn, it's really looking good! I run back to my van and sit for a minute, freezing my butt off. Nobody is around, it's just getting time to be able to see and I am going nuts!
I run down to the corner, thinking it's not as good as I think. It looks better! I run back to the van, I run around to the back of the van, throw open the doors, grab my wetsuit, booties and gloves, and slam the doors shut. It's absolutely pouring...and freezing! I run around the side and throw open the door, jump in and wiggle into my ensemble. I get dressed, jump back out and run back to the rear to get my board. Ah shit, I need to put my fin in. I do that, still nobody is around, and I'm freaking...and freezing.
What to do, what to do. My freezing brain tells me to call someone, anyone and tell them to get down here. I think of the mayor, but since he isn't here and never seems to have his cellphone turned on, instead I called the brother-in-law. The sister answered, it's 6 in the a.m., she sounds none too happy. "Tell Jim to get his butt down here NOW, it's good and there is nobody here!". Uhh-huh, I hear, then click. I'm not optimistic that he will show.
Finally, someone drives up. One guy and he sits in his car and pulls out the newspaper. I run down to the corner and look at the surf again. I run back to the guy who had arrived and say, "It's unreal, nobody around, get going!" "Uhh-ok" he yawns. I'm back at the van in a flash, I grab my board and I am GONE! I run down to the point, blown away by the surf, paddle out and have some fun BY MYSELF. I see faces pop around the corner, but nobody comes down the road.
After about 30-45 minutes, a couple of guys makes their way down and they have boards! I'm dying to share the waves with someone else. Then, lo and behold, I see Jim coming. Yahoooo. Out he paddles. In all HIS excitement, he forgot his leash in his car. Here are the four of us having some of the times of our lives. It was awesome, the rain was pounding, blown sideways in the howling offshore, it cut like razors. I actually think it was sleeting. From the look of the mountains the next day, you could see the elevation of the snow was down to about a thousand feet.
After about and hour and a half, I ran up to the van to get Jim's leash and take a short break. The lot was full, people everywhere. I spoke to the mayor and da chewster and some other people telling them that the waves were very fine and they should head on out. The mayor did not have his board, da chewster the time. For some reason, after I returned to the waves, no more than 3 or 4 additional guys came down. For three+ hours, I surfed San-O in excellent (not epic) conditions with no more than 7 other guys at one time...and they all played very nicely together, just like it should be.
Turns out it was the brother-in-laws birthday, so I figured that served as his present.
I hope today wasn't one of those days...
TOTD is...TOTD. It's getting constricting. When I began the TOTD (Topic of the Day), I figured that there would be a subject that the crew would focus on and I could talk about it here. Not happening. Most mornings, it's the mayor and myself, our conversations move wildly all over the place, but weather permitting, mostly center on satellite spotting. Our heads are affixed skyward in search of those little buggers. On the weekends, I stay longer and there are more people, though none as interesting as the mayor...well, maybe one or two...three? I think from now on, the TOTD will be a weekend, Talega kind of thing.
Monday, December 27, 2004
TOTD is...Technology. Isn't it grand? Murphy shows up with his new iPod beaming like a kid (he does that a lot, we're not sure why.) Pretty neat, it holds thousands of songs and can even be used with the car stereo. All in a thing about the size of a credit card, except a little thicker. It's moving at a blazing pace, is technology. We will see many more changes in the coming few years. On that note, hello to my mom, she has joined the computer age, finally, and I'm glad. Now if I can get my father to do the same...
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Saturday, December 25, 2004
As part of the conditions of the agreement, the letters on the dreydl, currently in Hebrew, will be replaced by Latin, thus becoming unintelligible to a wider audience. Also, instead of translating to "A great miracle happened there," the message on the dreydl will be the more generic "Miraculous stuff happens." In exchange, it is believed that Jews will be allowed to use Santa Claus and his vast merchandising resources for buying and delivering their gifts. One of the sticking points holding up the agreement for at least three hundred years was the question of whether Jewish children could leave milk and cookies for Santa even after having eaten meat for dinner. A breakthrough came last year, when Oreos were finally declared to be Kosher. All sides appeared happy about this.
A spokesman for Christmas, Inc., declined to say whether a takeover of Kwanzaa might not be in the works as well. He merely pointed out that, were it not for the independent existence of Kwanzaa, the merger between Christmas and Chanukah might indeed be seen as an unfair cornering of the holiday market. Fortunately for all concerned, he said, Kwanzaa will help to maintain the competitive balance. He then closed the press conference by leading all present in a rousing rendition of "Oy Vey, All Ye Faithful."
The K man having fun on Christmas morning. Nice conditions, surf about 1-3 with occasional bigger set, but man is it inconsistent...and COLD! Small crowd to start the day. Satellite count was 8.
TOTD is...none today as it's Christmas and I don't feel like it. I may update later, we shall see, won't we.
Friday, December 24, 2004
TOTD is...BloggerBot, which is the program is use to upload my pics to this blog and the photo blog. It's not working this morning. I actually have a pic or two to post and will do so once BloggerBot is back up and running.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
I guess I also should be happy for the price I paid today for gas, $1.99. I'm not though. That's how they planned it, jack the price way up, then when it's lowered to around $2 a gallon the masses will be happy! What a joke.
TOTD is...leave me alone, I got work to do.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
TOTD is...work. Gosh how I hate it! To old for this. In that vein, I give you whack your boss. Have fun. However, DO NOT let it install the thing it tries to (it's spyware). Say NO and then you can whack away.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him.
And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim.
Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls.
Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets... they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere... even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
TOTD is...4 more shopping days until Christmas. I think I may start my shopping today.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Monday is here, no X-Mas shopping done or even started yet. It's still early.
TOTD is...the Chargers, again. How about that game yesterday. Snowing and blowing and they ground out a nice win. Clinched a playoff spot to boot. I was not impressed by Indianapolis or Pittsburgh, I like the Bolts chances, except then there's the Patriots. Big hurdle.
Aloha for now.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
As for the surf, it was fun again. Got a few nice rides and saw a few nice rides. That damn Jimmy was getting all the good ones because they were coming straight to him! It was like he was magnetized. So much so that at one point, I looked over to where he was and he was the only one around the Bar. I looked away for a couple of minutes, looked back and there were like 6 other lugheads horning in on his spot. Bunch of losers (not you Jimmy).
TOTD is...the Chargers. Hope they win today, I think they clinch if they do. Later.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
I am pissed. I'm so tired of people hopping me at the freakin' Point! Here I am, buzzing along on one of the mornings' better waves, and waaayyyy down on the shoulder are the usual lame-o suspects who proceed to hop me! I would have made the damn wave if FOUR assholes hadn't jumped MY WAVE! That's right, MY WAVE!!!! I don't know what these idiots are thinking. It was that school teacher and the world famous IME and a couple of others who I didn't have the time to focus on. What the fark, have a little respect for others, guys. Paddle out to the peak and catch them from the right place. Who the heck does spinners anymore anyhow (somebody stuck in the 60's?). Teacher, get some style, doh-dee-doh-dee-doh-dee-doh...
TOTD is...see above.
I took a few shots of San-O and a couple of Lowers and will attempt to post them a bit later. There's a contest going on at Church, Trestles is firing and San-O is not too shabby...except for the lugheads. Offshore winds, get out there people! Oh yeah, satellite count: 6.
Friday, December 17, 2004
TOTD...the Dodgers. I'm a life-long fan. First this...Bye, Bye Beltre...then this...Bye, Bye Shawn and Friends. Talk about dumping salary and gutting a team! For what in return? At least when the Lakers dumped cry-baby Shag, they got some value in return. It's unreal what the new ownership is doing. Letting Adrian go is inexcusable, these guys are as lame as the ownership that offed Piazza. Late.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Irons called the surf the biggest waves he had ever ridden.
Irons scored a total of 370 points, out of 400, for his best four rides. And he scored the day's only perfect score of 100 points for a massive wave which he kept riding into the massive Waimea shorebreak, tucking into a huge tube to the delight of about 20,000 spectators gathered at Waimea Bay.
"At first I was thinking oh, oh, oh no, but then I just went, no way, I’m going for it," said Irons. The crowd on the beach was calling out for him to back-off, but erupted into cheers and whistles as he flung his arms high and tackled the 12-foot close out barrel like a head-on car crash.
Irons brother Andy Irons, who wrapped up his third world Association of Surfing Professionals title in Brazil earlier this year, placed fourth in the prestigious event.
Legendary Kaua‘i big wave surfer Titus Kinimaka also made a strong showing in the contest, placing eighth.
TOTD...there is not one, I don't feel like it, I've got to many things to do at work. Maybe later. Larster, what's the haps in da islands?
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
TOTD is...large "status symbol" vehicles. Here I am, on my way to work. It seems like every signal turns red on me. Why? Those big ole SUVs and trucks that you need a ladder to get into. When they turn onto the street I am traveling on, going in my direction, they swing into the left hand turn lane on the street they are turning from and trip the signal. Time after time after time. To boot, they are probably talking on the phone.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
TOTD is Talega and how it has affected the number and type of people coming to San-O to surf, or as is often the case, flounder. Need I say more? Related to yesterday's TOTD. It's an obsession. As I mentioned yesterday, the vast majority of surfers on the weekend are KOOKS. The downside of this is that some guys who can really surf stay out of the water. That stinks! I like to see decent surfing once in a while. I like to surf with my friends and share waves once in a while. Is that asking too much? I must admit that the comic relief provided by the weekenders is invigorating.
Monday, December 13, 2004
The TOTD (Topic Of The Day) at the beach was...Kooks! That seems to be the TOTD quite often. Observations were made regarding the amount of kooks showing up. Easily 95% (SERIOUSLY!) of the people out on the weekends are kooks and have no business being in the water at the Point. Weekdays it's a lot lower, thankfully, but it seems like the only surf lately has been on, you guessed it, the weekend. Sucks, which is my personal TOTD.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Feels like the water temp has gone up a few degrees since last weekend, my toes stayed unfrozen. That is my gauge, my toes. If they numb up, it's definitely COLD!
BTW, if anyone is interested in satellites and viewing them, click here . Great site for info. Laters.
Friday, December 10, 2004
I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin.
- I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid level governmental functionary be it Democratic or Republican!
- I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn it!
- I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer, it makes you a smart American.
- I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything.
- I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, try to do it in English.· I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July.]
- I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4 years plus of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened.
- I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.
- My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and whoever canceled Jerry Springer.
- I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.
- I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it.
- I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I'm freezing my ass off during these long winters and paying, paying, paying?
- I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years In the desert after getting chased out of Egypt. I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut-the-Hell-up already.
- I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson practices, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution. Can I get an AMEN on that one?
- I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them.
- I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you're breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.
- I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.
- I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making "donations" to their cause. These people should be targets.
- I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents.
- And what the hell is going on with gas prices... again?
If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.
We need our country back!