Sunday, April 17, 2005
Sister Nunchuku of Enlightened Compassion
See above for my featured Unitarian Jihad name. Gendered accordingly.
I realize that my last post was dry as hell, but I've also realized lately that I have not the time to devote to all the zillions of things that have been running through my mind. Or maybe it's that nothing has been going through my mind. I honestly don't know.
Interesting sidenote: I went to Southgate mall for the first time ever yesterday, to fetch a skateboard for my cousin (he gave me his birthday money, all $68.00 of it), bringing my own shit deck along. The look that the skate repair guy gave me when I walked up to the counter was one of growing horror.
"Do you want new grip n' stuff?"
"Ah, no, not really...I can't afford it..."
*gasps* "Um....are you sure?? Like really?"
And really, I'm thinking that "yay, I can skate" but honestly, compared to say rollerblading and biking, it's muy impractical and dumb. I like that I taught myself how to do it, and that I'm very proficient at it, (I can do anything that I put my mind to), but it makes for a tremendous accumulation of sport stuff, as well as exceedingly unecessary risks of injury. And I hate falling on my ass. So, my other cousin and I reached the consensus that I will teach her how to skate this summer (she's young, spry and inafraid of falling) and just give her my deck. And I think I'm ok with that, although the deck itself is getting kind of thrashed (the bearings are still ok though, but even the trucks are pretty chewed up, to say nothing of the somewhat flexible state of the deck itself. Additionally- since I have no interest in learning tricks, I also find it quite boring to just skate around aimlessly. It isn't the most efficient mode of travel, as I've probably mentioned already. ¶ 11:52 PM
I realize that my last post was dry as hell, but I've also realized lately that I have not the time to devote to all the zillions of things that have been running through my mind. Or maybe it's that nothing has been going through my mind. I honestly don't know.
Interesting sidenote: I went to Southgate mall for the first time ever yesterday, to fetch a skateboard for my cousin (he gave me his birthday money, all $68.00 of it), bringing my own shit deck along. The look that the skate repair guy gave me when I walked up to the counter was one of growing horror.
"Do you want new grip n' stuff?"
"Ah, no, not really...I can't afford it..."
*gasps* "Um....are you sure?? Like really?"
And really, I'm thinking that "yay, I can skate" but honestly, compared to say rollerblading and biking, it's muy impractical and dumb. I like that I taught myself how to do it, and that I'm very proficient at it, (I can do anything that I put my mind to), but it makes for a tremendous accumulation of sport stuff, as well as exceedingly unecessary risks of injury. And I hate falling on my ass. So, my other cousin and I reached the consensus that I will teach her how to skate this summer (she's young, spry and inafraid of falling) and just give her my deck. And I think I'm ok with that, although the deck itself is getting kind of thrashed (the bearings are still ok though, but even the trucks are pretty chewed up, to say nothing of the somewhat flexible state of the deck itself. Additionally- since I have no interest in learning tricks, I also find it quite boring to just skate around aimlessly. It isn't the most efficient mode of travel, as I've probably mentioned already. ¶ 11:52 PM
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I have one image for you:
A guy dressed in a kilt rolling down granville street saturday night smoking a pipe. And I mean a pipe, like grandpa smokes. He just meandered along pulling a few moves before stopping in front of the Royal.
This is my brother.
A guy dressed in a kilt rolling down granville street saturday night smoking a pipe. And I mean a pipe, like grandpa smokes. He just meandered along pulling a few moves before stopping in front of the Royal.
This is my brother.
# posted by 
: 10:22 AM
: 10:22 AM
Yeah, it's easy, but yeah, I also taught myself with no assistance whatsoever. I was able to pick it up and go after about five minutes of putting it on the ground for the first time. That's what I'm "proud" of.
Additionally= lesson from the nineties- "no offense" doesn't give you license to be offensive. Jerk.
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Additionally= lesson from the nineties- "no offense" doesn't give you license to be offensive. Jerk.
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