Saturday, September 30, 2006


The new shitters at Sano. Nobody will be watching just do it.

Friday, September 29, 2006

San Clementians 'stalk' victims in city-wide game

Dingo approaches a heavily guarded truck in a secluded parking lot in an industrial area of San Clemente to pick up his orders -- to "stalk" and "kill" his target.

But all is not what it seems.

Dingo, a regular at San Onofre surfing beach , is playing "StreetWars," a version of a popular high school and college game "Assassins" that kicked off in San Clemente on Monday with around 240 players.

Dingo is given a photo, name, home and work addresses and phone number of a target whom he must pursue and "kill" with a water pistol, water balloon or other water-based soaking, while eluding the player who is coming after him.

"I thought it would be fun, a way to meet new people, even if I die in the first week," said Dingo.

Contestants pay $40 to enter. The winner gets $500, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a water gun mounted on a trophy.

Game co-founder Anonymous, dressed in a vintage suit and aviator glasses, also known as the Supreme Commander, said the game was born largely out of boredom.

"As a kid we used to get around and play in parks, and use the city as a playground," said Anonymous, a 75-year-old lawyer. "I kind of wanted to make it a place to play in again, particularly as an adult."

Others agree. After making its debut in San Clemente, "StreetWars" has been played in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Vancouver, London and Vienna, Austria, with games also planned for Rome, Paris, Amsterdam and Reykjavik, Iceland.

Anonymous plans to develop the game into a reality TV show.

Just for you Puttzle!




The Mayor at his secret spot last sunday Sept. 24th 2006!

CAMERON: Hi Demi. How's the surf?

DEMI: Oh, hi Cameron. You really missed it! You should have been here earlier!

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Murphy decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank. He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts. After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here when my cruise ship sank." "Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you." "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree." "But, where did you get the tools?" "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted like iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware." Murphy is stunned. "Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As Murphy looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, Murphy can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like a drink?" "No! No thank you," he blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another drop of coconut juice." "It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would you like a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, Murphy accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet." No longer questioning anything, Murphy goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?" When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for many months. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for?" She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly and tears start to form in his eyes. "... don't tell me you've built a Golf Course."

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

The new wind vane at San Onofre. A magnificent sight to behold....














But once again, some idiot flew a kite into it.

Monday, September 25, 2006


Scorpion Bay Rips

ABC Television's new show "UGLY BETTY"




It seems ABC tv has stolen my blog charactor see .
The photo on the left is the real "Ugly Betty", and the photo on the right is ABC's!
Is there an Attorney in the house?

A multi-agency task force has been established and is now in effect to curb the molestation of dead marine life at San Onofre.

Friday, September 22, 2006


A whale washed up at the point yesterday. This guy found a new use for the blow hole.

Thursday, September 21, 2006


This new state park maintenance employee may not be legal either.

It was his land once

The old timer who showed up at San Onofre may not be here legally.

This new state approved sign posted at the entrance to Surf Beach is directed to Talega women in those big SUV's.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Old Timer Comes Back to Surf San Onofre

. . . and he opposes the toll road.

Some poor guy spent 45 years building this thing in his back yard only to run aground on the sand bar during his maiden voyage.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Surfing BooBies for grumpy!


The wonderful world of bathroom #4.

(Click on it to enlarge and then stare at it for hours!)

Monday, September 18, 2006

TAKING THE SOUL OUT OF SURFING


I just want to make sure I got this straight. Allowing the Marines to build officers housing on their land above Trestles would ruin the highly sensitive ecological zone that contains numerous endangered spieces. Letting the railroad repair it's Trestles after el nino rain damage would negatively impact a precious wetland and forever alter the reef. And the proposed toll road! The list of negative effects from that could go on forever. Maybe so. Why in the hell do many of the same people who speak of the above horrors either allow or find it ok to build a 3 story structure on the beach stretching for 100 yards? Have numerous trucks and shuttle busses running in and out of there all day long?. Allow tens of thousands of people, most star-struck lookie-loos to trample the area for a week? Have event parking signs on the freeway? Wait! I think I get it! It's ok this time because the State Parks, the surf industry, Surfrider, and numerous pros are making money! Hypocrites each and everyone of them. Anyone remember when Trestles was this wonderful hidden surf spot that you had to walk to and from? If you didn't carry it in it wasn't available? Thanks for turning it into Huntington Beach.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Sometimes cheap is expensive

I had some computer problems while I was at San Onofre. Some guys from Talega offered their tech services for only $10 an hour. Maybe I should have paid Puttzle the $25 an hour he wanted.

A close up, rotated 120°, for San Clemente CSI -- I should have known that I'd be caught!

Is that you Anonymous?


There is something fishy going on around here.

Friday, September 15, 2006


The guy in the van was waiting in the holding line and managed to get a little too close to the cliff.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Radio Flyer

When I was young, my father worked at JPL and we lived in Pasadena. We had a great big back yard and my brother and I would play for hours on his Radio Flyer wagon. Often on Sundays, my father would take the family to Huntington Beach, but sometimes to San Onofre. It was very different then. We went in through a military gate. We used to picnic by a little creek with oak trees that was maybe 7 miles or so from the military gate. It was a very pretty area. Afterwards, if we had behaved, he would take us down to San Onofre and we could swim if the waves weren't too big. Sometimes we would get to stay until the sun set.

This gal just looked at San-O Daze on her laptop. She must have read something by Dr. Ralph, so to speak.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Anonymous Spear- Fisherman Drowns


A San Clemente diver shot a large grouper with a spear gun then apparently drowned when the fish sped into a hole, entangling the man in the line attached to the spear, investigators said Monday.

The 72-year-old man, whose name was Anonymous, was free-diving in about 25 feet of water off shore at S.O.N.G.S. Saturday and speared a Goliath Grouper Orange County Sheriff Bob said.

"It looks like the fish wrapped the line attached to the spear around the victim's wrist. The fish then went into the intake line at the nuclear plant, effectively pinning the man to the bottom of the ocean," Sheriff Bob said in a news release.

Police divers found the speared fish tightly wedged into the hole, with the man's body still tangled in the line, a sheriff's spokesperson said.

Goliath Grouper are the largest members of the sea bass family and can weigh hundreds of pounds.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

San Onofre Surfing Club Contest!


Can you name the judges of the San Onofre Surfing Club contest from last weekend?

THE BOOST MOBILE AT LOWERS!


This year the Boost Mobile at lowers has a new Queen.
Latoya Jackson will preside over the event at lowers this week.

This answers a lot of questions...

Sydney Carton - An insolent, indifferent, and alcoholic attorney who works with Stryver. Carton has no real prospects in life and doesn’t seem to be in pursuit of any. He does, however, love Lucie and his feelings for her eventually transform him into a man of profound merit. At first the polar opposite of Darnay, in the end Carton morally surpasses the man to whom he bears a striking physical resemblance.

Another fan of San-O Daze does his part. Thank you, whoever you are!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Voodoo at Sano?


I woke up this morning as usual, about 4:30 am. A typical Sunday, load up head to Sano and hope for is waves.

I opened the front door and something fell at my feet. I reached down to pick it up. It's a little doll, not an ordinary doll, a little male Voodoo Doll.

There was a note tied to it, with a string around the tiny penis and the testicles were red. I removed it, to read the note. It said anonymous.
Somebody may have cast Voodoo on you Anonymous.
E-mail me as soon as possible, maybe we can reverse this. Nobody deserves that kind of treatment.

All I can say is YIKES!!!

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Anonymous Family


anonymous

One entry found for anonymous.

Main Entry: anon·y·mous
Pronunciation: &-'nä-n&-m&s
Function: adjective
Etymology: Late Latin anonymus, from Greek anOnymos, from a- + onyma name -- more at NAME
1 : not named or identified anonymous author> anonymous>
2 : of unknown authorship or origin anonymous tip>
3 : lacking individuality, distinction, or recognizability anonymous faces in the crowd> anonymous streets -- William Styron>
- anon·y·mous·ly adverb
- anon·y·mous·ness noun
I know we all understand the word anonymous, however if we take a minute and examine things a little closer, you will clearly see that when you say something anonymously you really have no substance or truth to what you are saying.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Kites attack!


A squadron of kites attacks San Onofre!

Thursday, September 07, 2006


If you look carefully, you can see the Mayors massive weight loss! Way to go, Mayor!

It's amazing what one can find on the reef at low tide!

Talegalite Kite Fliers Attack Ranger

One of The blog
monitor's cameras
captured this image of
Ranger Ephraim's first
attempt to stop
the Talegalite
kite fliers at SanO.

Mistaking him for a
lawyer, the Talegalites
lassoed his feet and flew
him into the wind vane. He
hung there for five hours
until he was rescued by
the San Onofre Chapter
of the ACLU, who
apparently also thought
that Ranger Ephraim was
a fellow lawyer.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

New Zealand Wind Vane 1904





















The New Caledonia, a posh New Zealand Hotel in 1904, displayed what may have been the first surfboard wind vane . The locals nicknamed the hotel the "Hawaiian Board House" after the wind vane, which can be seen, on the right, in the enlarged portion of the picture. The surfboard measured over 18 feet, but most probably was never actually used for surfing before being installed as the hotel's signature wind vane. The hotel was famous for its Sunday brunch in the Captain Cook room, an elegant dining room named in honor of the European discoverer of New Caledonia and Hawaii.

The primary fare of the restaurant was a piece of salt beef between two slices of toasted bread , or as they became known, sandwiches, since, as you will recall, Captain Cook's patron and superior officer was John Montague, the Fourth Earl of Sandwich, which is why Hawaii was originally named the Sandwich Islands .

Although not clearly visible in this photograph, the upper side or top of the surfboard had a mother of pearl inlay in the design of the flag of New Zealand. It is thought that the 'Hawaiian ocean wave riding board' was originally going to be placed in the restaurant since the top side, as installed on the top of a tall pole, was only visible to airplanes, of which there were none in New Zealand in 1904. The underside also had a mother of pearl inlay of the family crest of the Earl of Sandwich, whose descendants are alive and well today.

F _ _ _ ing KITES!!!




The last f _ _ _ ing weekend of the summer and some dumb-schitt has to fly his kite into our new Wind Vane! Its only been up 5 months! It took me 1 1/2 hrs to get the main string and kite down, but the tail is still twisted in the prop! How stupid can one get, to fly a kite near something like this? (must have been a Talegalite)

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


This should help the Mayor get a better grip on things.

Normally I would have thought this to be the Mayor, but since he lost weight, I believe this to be an imposter.

In Memory of: Steve Irwin (CROCODILE HUNTER)


What a tragic loss for all. Not only was he the most well known wildlife Icon in the world, but he was a very good surfer as well!
"CRIKEY" He will be missed.

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Rabbit and the Snake

A blind rabbit and a blind snake meet each other. Neither one can remember which animal they are so they decide to feel each other.

The rabbit says " you feel me first", the snake starts feeling the rabbit and says "you have fur all over and a cotton tail, tall ears and big back feet"!

The rabbit says "I know, I'm a rabbit"! YIPPEE! Then the rabbit feels the snake and says, ok your long and thin and slimy all over and there's a little forked tongue!

The snake replies "OH NO, I'm a LAWYER"!!!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Body Art competitor


My niece Rebecca, who is an aspiring young actress, came to me with an idea of trying out for the California State Body Art Competition. I was reluctant at first, but she convinced me that we had a chance, and that it would be great exposure for her career. It wasn't her that I questioned,it was my rusty ability to paint. Since I have not done anything for years.

As you can see, the canvas I had to work with is very worthy. We did three poses, the photo above is the one that was accepted by the judges. So we are off to San Francisco for the live competition this fall. Depending on how we do there, we hope to go to New York for the Nationals, with a shot at the World Competition.

YOU"VE GOT TO HEAR THIS!

A message for us all!

Friday, September 01, 2006

Inflated dolls for deflated dreams...

Don't you have to wonder what's going on in this picture? I a’m desperately hoping this guy has very bad eyesight and thinks he is’ snapping pictures of hot babes, because the alternatives are too pathetic.

In fairness, there were supposed to be steamy lingerie models at this sex trade show in San Clemente , but they were unable to make it here for the show due to a mix up in flight schedules. So, in a common metaphor for modern life, plastic had to substitute for the real thing.

People still showed up at the event, but there was grumbling, and you probably could have made a fortune by selling information on where the steamy models went. thurs korea 300.jpg

This is said to be Mayor Murphy's private collection.


When paddling out and you see T-bird take off in front of you, swim for the bottom! Thats T-bird's fin stuck in the nose of Colby's Surftech.

Close-up of the situation.

Moon Phase