Nothing's New

So how about something old.


Dang, was I ever cool? I seem to remember college differently.

Do you think they had '80's parties in the '70's, maybe just to guess how great flying cars were going to be? It seems there's been at least one every year since. Has any decade ever been more celebrated with the exception of when it was being lived (not inlcuding 1985, of course, which was awesome -- didn't the '80's give us the word awesome, too -- geez the '80's were so rad).

Rampant Spamments!

I noticed a recent comment to a post on our blog from a couple weeks ago, and I have to say I agree with Teri.



Though our blog has not been attacked to the degree of the BallardBoardBlog (someone should really take that prn magnet down), it's just great to see people and companies find ways to continue to annoy us (for example, I have this blog and a desire to use parentheticals).

At least they're saving trees, I guess. Just wanted to raise awareness about "spamments." The walkathon will be in April.



P.S. When you park on the left side of the street, be sure to check to street signs behind you, not in front of you.

Also, happy birthday, Steve.

Keep on rocking! Sorry for the funny looking arm Hellhound #1.

Of All The Pants...

pooping moments for the Swensons In Seattle, most, if not all, have belonged to Sarah as you can see in from the following. For example... And who could forget... See also... Not to mention... Then there's the ever famous... Almost forgot... Finally, on an unrelated note...

Then this happened...


Shapow! From the makers of... Just about you know what when I saw these at the Shoreline Central Market today. That place just keeps surprising me.

Degenerate

Well, people generally suspected since the early '90's that snowboarders were nothing but degenerates that sucked at skateboarding (which isn't saying much from the "mainstream" or "hardcore" angles). While the latter has been obvious from the days of attempting the ollie over plastic skateboard slide rails to prove to Jeff Somers that, yes, I actually was getting off the ground, the former can now be proven with a new technology called magnetic resonance imaging, or MRI for short.

I received the results of a recent MRI, prompted by a snowboarding incident. Leave it to the medical profession to freak-me-the-hell-out with phrases like "degenerative joint disease" which the internet clarifies to mean "arthritis." Well, duh. So MRIs have the magical capability to tell me that I'm old. While the next reference will do wonders for my street cred, it seems analogous to when on the Biggst Losr (intentionally spelled wrong for legal and Google reasons) they calculate peoples' internal age to be 59 when they're only 24 years old. Then people cry, get motivated, and go to the gym. So the internal age of my knee is somewhere around 86, though I have less than a month to claim I'm still in my 20's. So I cried, got drunk, sobered up, and did some upper body exercises in the basement, since my knee still hurts. More photographic evidence of internal age of my knee...


In the interest of full disclosure, this picture is from 10 years ago, and I suck at wakeboarding, too.

NW Camo

When I first moved out to the Pacific Northwest, and my brother still had ambitious snowboard filming aspirations, he would complain to me about not showing up very well in videos because of my NW camo. Seeing as how most of our riding is below the treeline, often within the trees, and under gray skies in the Evergreen State, his definition of northwest camouflage was any dark colored outerwear. So I showed him by later investing in a 3L Gore-Tex jacket that was actually camouflage. I know a large part of our readership contingent is in the midwest thinking "Well la tee da, fancy Gore-Tex for the fancy Pacific NW city boy!" Living in the Midwest, I used to think you would have to be stupid to pay the premium for Gore-Tex. Now that I ride the Pacific NW, I slowly learned to buy nothing but the best and never think twice about it (so long as it's 50% off -- hey, I'm still a Swenson). As a compromise to the straightup camo, I opted for a bright green head beacon.


You can see me just fine scoping it out against rare blue skies.

But this is more typical (note these photos were brightened significantly, too).

Dropping! Stevens Pass.

By some sordid twist of fate, my camouflage jacket needed warranty repairs, which ended up with me getting a bright orange jacket. Now I look like a pumpkin.

But I hope to look like a carrot by swimsuit season.

Brewcapades

Went to the Fremont Brewing Company on the way home from work yesterday. They don't have a bar or a restaurant, just a brewery. Apparently on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday they open their shipping/garage door and let people hang out inside the brewery and drink beer. It's pretty nice, as it is kid and dog friendly and you can order food to be delivered or bring you own. Nollie was there freaking out the shoeless kids running around on the concrete floor. The place was packed, too. Jolly Roger is still closed, but we didn't recognize any Jolly regulars there. I wonder where everyone else is going.

No pictures were taken, so here's some unrelated eye candy.


Me drinking beer at the Maui Brewing Company. Old hat (indirect beer reference).


Sometimes I like to dance while I hike.