Tuesday, February 28, 2006
If anybody is making a trip to Kaua'i, please let me know! Aloha and don't forget to visit my other blog occasionally, Lei-Z Daze.
I went the beach with the Mayor this morning. Pam had the lower gate closed and rightly so. The road was so muddy that we simply could not even walk much less drive. It should dry out by April if the rain lets up.
Monday, February 27, 2006
No further testing was considered necessary.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
The tale of a rambunctious puppy is proving its staying power in the dog-eat-dog world of U.S. best-sellers. With more than 1 million copies in print, "Dingo and Me -- Life and Love with the World's Most Amazing Dog" has struck a chord with dog lovers who are laughing and crying over the author's account.
The story is more than a recounting of Dingo's antics that include chewing through doors, urinating on tires, expulsion from obedience school, barking at the gate, clawing paint off the concrete walls at bathroom #4, devouring beer, swallowing valuable jewelry and swooning over spoiled Talegalites and soiled diapers.
The excitable, good-natured dog also knows how to protect his family's children and consoles the couple when they grieve over spilt beer.
The nonfiction book has been on The New York Times bestseller list for 17 weeks. It seems likely to break the barrier of a million copies sold, a feat generally accomplished by no more than a dozen books each year in the U.S. hardcover non-fiction market.
"It's really not just a dog book," the author, known only as C.E. said in an interview with Reuters.
"Before Dingo, our life was about career, relationship, and ourselves," said the author, a columnist for the San-O Daze blog. "He helped us shift from an egocentric life to something more generous."
In the book, C.E. wrote: "Dingo taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your nose. He taught me to appreciate the simple things -- a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in the shadow of the Old Man's shack.
"And as he grows old and achy, he taught us about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me never to leave my beer unattended."
C.E. said he realized the appeal of Dingo's story after the 13-year-old dog lapped up a case of Bud in 2003, and he wrote about the experience in his blog column.
The column evoked responses from some 800 readers, 20 times the volume of comments his postings usually generated.
Readers now post their own "world's most amazing dog" stories on his Web site. At his book signings, some people bring their dogs, some seek his advice but most just want to share his beer, he said.
C.E.'s publisher, Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollins, set an initial print run of 50,000 copies. But as sales took off, it has gone back to the press for 24 runs, with 1.17 million copies in print as of February 22.
Fox 2000 has bought the movie rights to the book and plans to put it on a fast-track production schedule, a Morrow spokesman said. Attemps to sign Cujo to play the lead role are underway.
Builder Bob, vice president of merchandising for the Barnes & Noble chain of bookstores, said the book's success was due to its focus on broader human themes. "It's about the human condition, it's about relationships, it's about family."Murphy had no comment.
Ever leave San Onofre and almost get in a giant wreck because some bicyclists have no clue what the bike lane is? You know the type. 20 to 30 of them in tight black pants and pointy helmets fully in the first lane of traffic while cars going 50+ are jamming on thier brakes and swerving out of the way. Every so often something like this happens.
Here is what "INS AGENT" was refering to in the Hawaiian Surf Club post. This is the van full of mexi's at 4-doors.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
One Mexican at a time they figure out a way to cross the boarder. We fill the tunnels, they shoot themselves out of a cannon. Of course no one has survived this method yet. Just a pile of broken bodies.
Researcher's from Scripps Institute of Oceanography captured this 40 LB lobster just offshore at San Onofre. Now before you divers jump into your wetsuits, you should know that this thing had enough mercury and heavy metals in it to kill a herd of elephants! According to Dr. Ralph, "any consumption of even the smallest portion could be fatal to a human"!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
There's one at the Point, Old mans, and Dogpatch. Of course they've become obsolete since water proof cell phones have become all the rage.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Spring is just around the corner and that means snake season. Here is a deadly Albino Spitting Cobra across from the Old mans shack. Although native to Africa, they seem to thrive in the micro-climates of San Onofre.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? ... and who are you?" he asked" This is not your bedroom," the man replied, "I am St. Peter, and you are in heaven" "WHAT!?? Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die... I'm too young" said Tubesteak. "If I'm dead, I want you to send me back immediately" "It's not that easy", said St.Peter, "you can only return as a dog or a hen. You can choose on your own.."
Tube thought about it for a while, and figured out that being a dog is too tiring and he hates dogs, but a hen probably has a nice and relaxed life. Running around with a rooster can't be that bad "I want to return as a hen" Tube replied.
And in the next second, he found himself in a chicken run, really nicely feathered. But man, now "he" felt like the rear end was gonna blow... then along came the rooster"Hey, you must be the new hen on the farm" he said "How does it feel?"
"Well, it's OK I guess, but it feels like my rear end is blowing up" "Oh that!" said the rooster. "That's only the ovulation going on. Have you never laid an egg before??" "No, how do I do that?" Tubesteak asked. "Cluck twice, and then you push all you can"
Tube clucked twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and an egg was on the ground. "Wow" Tube said "that felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was yet another egg on the ground. The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:
"Tubesteak, for Goodness sake wake up, you're shitting all over the bed!"
The state got a little carried away with the new pavement and striping. Right down the hill and into the sand bar.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
The word is out that San Onofre is infested with sharks, hence, my decision to stay out of the water. So, why not go fishing? I make a few casts out to the Halibut hole and instantly hook up. A few seconds later there's one giant tug and then the line goes limp. When I reeled it in, well, you can see the results.
Monday, February 13, 2006
One of those disposable waterproof cameras washed up on the beach yesterday. It was all scratched and chipped, but the film roll seemed sealed. I took it to Walmart's one hour developing station and waited. After 2 hours the prints were done. The first several pictures were some blurry shots of someone who appeared to be learning to surf. That last shot was this one!
Friday, February 10, 2006
A USMC helicopter shot this photo of a 15 foot Great white chasing down a Yakker down off of Dogpatch. These things will attack and eat anything that moves when they get hungry!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
This really is San Onofre. Dogpatch to be exact. About 8 or 10 years ago some "pipesmokers" (and we don't mean the Ward Cleaver type) from Abercrombie and Fitch managed to reserve half the beach for several days to bring in every gay model and exotic animal they could find for a catalog photo shoot. To this day, anyone who appears at San Onofre in any form of Abercrombie & Fitch apparel is "suspect" and would be better off at Trail 6.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
The 1st annual "Superbowl Surf Fest" at the Point, went off without any problems yesterday. The Reef girls really put on a show, and the crowd got to bid to win a date with one of the girls.
Well, when the fog lifted this morning this is what we found, small conditions with a large crowd. The Talegalite surf team was out (seen here in the foreground) on a 400lb. board dropping in on everyone and screaming and yelling on every wave. And as you can see, the SandBar suffered the most.
Well, Sundays Superbowl swell was truly unbelievable! Epic rights and lefts. Head high plus waves. Only 3 guys out. Every wave to myself. Glassy conditions. And you couldn't see your hand in front of your face!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Last week while the San Onofre road was being repaved, this unfortunate Power plant employee heading for the campground at the Mesa after work, fell in front of the SteamRoller as it was coming down the road to flatten the hot asphalt that had just been poured. The poor gateguard was stunned as it happened right outside the entry window at the Kiosk. The clothes were peeled right off the employee by the hot roller.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Here they come folks! Yep. The new chinese surfboard blanks are on the way. With a crew of 7 and a 1962 2-stroke Evinrude outboard, the container ship is expected to arrive sometime in early 2008.
These two Talega house wifes are gonna have some explaining to do. Soaking up some rays while hubby was at work, one of the bathroom #4 locals (who by the shadow looks like Sasquatch) stood motionless for 3 hours to ensure a perfect hand untanned area on their asses.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Here is the reunion of the runners up of the Miss "The Point" beauty pageant of 1983. Of course, one of the current day locals has to ruin the shot in some form of indecent exposure. Any ideas as to who it is?
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
A man walks into his bedroom with a sheep under his arm and says:
"Darling, this is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache."
His wife is lying in bed and replies: "I think you'll find that's a sheep, you idiot."
The man says: "I think you'll find I wasn't talking to you."