So, got to see some tranny yesterday. SO STOKED. Trish came and took that photo of me, which if you look after the jump, is part of an eighteen frame sequence. DAMN YOU DIGITAL CAMERAS.
It was a lot of fun. There’s more photos to edit and post, but I’ll do that tomorrow morning, because I’m tired, and don’t want to do it right now.
On the agenda for the next two days! MORE SKATEBOARDING (and hopefully some sweet skate photos being shot (me shooting the photos of other dudes)).
People keep telling me they don’t like what I named her (Maggie, short for Magenta), but I like it. She’s a pal, I just wish I could play with her more, and we had a bigger apartment. But she’s sweet and sleeps on my bed just about every night. I think she might like TRH better though. Too bad he’s a douche.
Me and the douche went skating for a little bit tonight. Some RAW STREET SHIT. Where he did a little wallride, I got a photo (hopefully avec sweet shadow), and then we got kicked out. Hurray!
Also, I went to the hospital today, spent three hours there because there was something stuck in my eyeball ferreals. But by the time I went to the walk-in clinic, had them tell me to go to the hospital, and then actually saw the doctor, it must have fallen out because he couldn’t find anything. Now my eye is just really sore because it had some like scrapes on it, but I can’t see the little bit of crap I could see in it earlier, so I guess it’s gone.
Uhhh. Yeah. I’m tired, but I’m pretty stoked because the forecast for Vancouver for then next visible days on the Weather Network are ALL SUNS.
The following commercials Nike put out, and apparently actually ran on TV, or so I hear, I only actually read it over on Skate and Annoy, where I stole their keen interweb spotting abilities.
Tennis!
Running!
Golf!
These videos, and the knowledge that I’ve gained on Nike’s credibility when it comes to working conditions in their factories (MEC does inquiries into any brand they carry), mean I’m that much closer to buying sweet Nike SB’s, if I you know, fall, on like, a money tree.
Warren Jones, Backside Flip, over the seven set at the Vancouver Plaza. Radical? I hope so. Click on the image if you want to read the stickers on the rail.
Been meaning to scan this thing since well before xmas, now it’s scanned! I don’t know if I really like how this scanner works, but we’ll see how I like it when I get my Mamiya, and I have more medium format shots, which I might not be able to afford printing in the wet lab. Which is really sad, because I’d rather print on paper!
Uhhhh, yeah, don’t know what else to say here. I want to skate? Fuck the rain man. Fuck it.
