Saturday, April 24, 2010

Sandstone Peak

Some very brilliant man a long time ago had the idea to build 50 miles of blissfully sweet highway right along the shoreline, called the Pacific Coast Highway. It feels like you're just driving down the beach. Which is what you're doing. So that makes sense.

I went on a hiking adventure with "Michelle", as they call her, whatever that's about. Psssh.

We went to the "second highest peak in the Santa Monica mountains." Quite a prestigious location for those who live within a 10 mile radius.

For your viewing enjoyment, I made a 360 panorama of the peak, including the ground in front of me.

You can click on it to see it bigger.

Or, if you really want to get the full effect, print it out on a 10-foot long stretch of paper and wrap it around your head! Awesome!!!

For extra points, see if you can find the dudes that were smoking weed.

Anyway, the whole hike was worth it just for the drive there. 26 miles of blissfully open, sunny beach. And clean air. It was gorgeous, though I've come to discover that anything without buildings and people in it is very beautiful when you live in LA.

Here are some of Michelle's thoroughly dramatic shots that she took as we were driving there. As you can see, a very beautiful drive indeed.

Also, Michelle thought it was very important that I take a picture of this rock. So here it is.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010


It took me three hours to do my taxes yesterday. When did things ever become so complicated?

I mean really. Life would be so much better if everyone just paid a percentage of their income. The form would have like three lines, and it would look like this:

1. Yo, How much money you got? ______
2. Multiply that times .2
3. Dat's what you owe, foo. Pay up or move to Mexico.

Done and done. How hard is that?

Anywho, for some reason last night I had a weird urge to draw a picture of a robot, so I did. There's a slight possibility that it has something to do with the fact that my roommates were watching I-Robot.

Drawing is weird. It's either very therapeutic or incredibly frustrating, and it usually all depends on the first few lines. You mess those up and it's over. And by "over", I mean "your face shrivels up into a black hole."


Friday, April 2, 2010

Frisbee is dangerous.

I really like playing Ultimate Frisbee. It's like basketball for white people.

Yesterday, however, I had a bit of a mishap due to my lack of cleats and excess of slippery shoes.

I don't remember all the details but I'm pretty sure it went a lot like this:

Like I said, the details are all a bit fuzzy, but I remember a very loud, distinct "pop" which was confirmed by everyone around me as I crumbled in pain to the ground.

I've never broken a bone before. This didn't change that. I'm actually fine. But that "pop", which was heard by people at the other end of the field, was a little disturbing.

Anyway, I walked home afterwards, about a mile, which kinda sucked but I still did it so I must be okay, right? Right? Guys? Am I right?

I can't really walk today, of course, but I think it'll be fine in a day or two.