i’m late on this one, but whatevs. had shit to do.

when it was suggested by matt damon that this whole palin-as-vp thing was a bad disney movie, everyone laughed (if they weren’t too scared to laugh), a lot of people agreed, and a few made actual movie trailers. and that’s why i don’t get why everyone is so up in arms about the $150k spent by the rnc on a very special palin-family makeover, especially when everyone knows that a big shopping spree is part of any white-trash-to-better-dressed-white-trash movie — it’s the big transformation scene!

john mccain is now saying that the clothes will be donated to charity after sarah palin is done with them. aw. happy ending!

let’s face it, if he wasn’t being such a douchebag, this wouldn’t be as funny.

also, i got my absentee ballot in the mail today. shit is real.

a few months ago, someone contacted matt sly and i about doing a radio documentary about people who wrote letters to their future selves, and futureme was featured throughout. it came out this week. if you have a spare 30min, it can be found here. being there when people opened letters from past selves to get reactions was a nice touch.

yesterday, i ran up this:

(photo by shari — found on flickr)

and toed a rock within the first mile, resulting in this:

and this, right above my hip bone:

it’s always seems to be catholics (and ex-catholics in this case) who wind up with a wound of christ. shit like that never happens to presbyterians or lutherans.

yesterday, as matt and i lined up for the 7:55am ferry over to the peninsula to do some surfing, a giant pickup truck pulled up next to us. in the bed of the truck were about 30-40 chiquita banana boxes. matt pointed them out to me, which is when i decided that i was going to pull some italian job heist shit during the crossing, and that all matt had to do was distract the driver. this was to be my big score. one (first and) last job before retirement.

as we got out of the car, the driver of the pickup noticed our surfboards and started talking to us about surfing. all the while, i was eyeing those banana boxes. the driver wasn’t going to leave the truck. also, he knew who we were now, so i decided to delay the beginning of my criminal career on the washington state ferry system. we went upstairs to hang out during the ride west.

when we came back down to the car, the pickup truck guy looked at us and asked, ‘do you like beef?’ looking nonplussed, i replied that i didn’t and matt shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘uh, sometimes.’ the guy then handed us his card and said that he had just slaughtered his grass-fed herd of cattle, if we were interested in picking up a 1/2 side of beef. he was making a delivery over to the peninsula, and he had about four cows boxed up in the back of his truck ready to go.

so psyched that i didn’t try to pilfer a boxful of cow that was masquerading as nature’s most perfect food. i wonder if the dude keeps the cows crated up in banana boxes to keep the beef thieves confused. good cover, fella.