It's a beautiful Septembeard morning here in Port Angeles. I was just talking with my friend Scott, getting pretty excited for Stachtober, and remarking how glad we are that last year September was changed to Septembeard to give us some preparation time, rather than October popping up out of no where and being clean shaven, and then the mustache never really gets complete for the Stachtober celebration of Ponch and John and everything that is good about facial hair. Scott is way ahead of me.
In an attempt to get into the swing of things for Drewtube and the Vicarious Living Project I'll be posting on a near daily basis here, so the subject matter might be somewhat more tame or a little more mundane, but it might not, so I would check regularly, because as my Mom knows, I don't even know what kind of shit I'll be getting into tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm going to do this afternoon. I might go surf on the coast, or mushroom picking or video editing. Exactly the type of thing that you could vote on in the Vicarious Living Project, if it were happening.
So I joined a soccer team yesterday, actually I kind of barged in, and stole a spot. My friend Nib has had a soccer team since I've lived here in Port Angeles, but it's always full, and they usually win the championship, so even though it's co-ed, and mellow it's competitive to get on the team. I was surfing with Nib on Saturday and he said that 2 people hadn't shown at the last game and that they might need a person, so I went to the game with Scott who got on the team a couple of weeks ago because someone dropped out. So I went to the game with my cleats, and waited around until just before the whistle blew, and the people didn't show, so I got a jersey. Now I'm on the lib-tech soccer team.
I didn't start, in fact I was last off the bench, being the new guy. I finally got to play with about 10 minutes left in the first half, and I had to play fullback, but Nib says he might start me next game, so I must've played alright. My muscles hurt pretty bad.
Michael Frante rocks, if you have the chance to see him live, drop everything and go.
In an attempt to get into the swing of things for Drewtube and the Vicarious Living Project I'll be posting on a near daily basis here, so the subject matter might be somewhat more tame or a little more mundane, but it might not, so I would check regularly, because as my Mom knows, I don't even know what kind of shit I'll be getting into tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm going to do this afternoon. I might go surf on the coast, or mushroom picking or video editing. Exactly the type of thing that you could vote on in the Vicarious Living Project, if it were happening.
So I joined a soccer team yesterday, actually I kind of barged in, and stole a spot. My friend Nib has had a soccer team since I've lived here in Port Angeles, but it's always full, and they usually win the championship, so even though it's co-ed, and mellow it's competitive to get on the team. I was surfing with Nib on Saturday and he said that 2 people hadn't shown at the last game and that they might need a person, so I went to the game with Scott who got on the team a couple of weeks ago because someone dropped out. So I went to the game with my cleats, and waited around until just before the whistle blew, and the people didn't show, so I got a jersey. Now I'm on the lib-tech soccer team.
I didn't start, in fact I was last off the bench, being the new guy. I finally got to play with about 10 minutes left in the first half, and I had to play fullback, but Nib says he might start me next game, so I must've played alright. My muscles hurt pretty bad.
Michael Frante rocks, if you have the chance to see him live, drop everything and go.