Haven't been getting any lately (a wise man once said "no beer and no windsurfing make Homer something something") so I've taken matters into my own hands. Hosed down the stimulator that's been sitting for quite some time in the wet, moist, humid, non-dry, dripping, mosquito-laden area also known as the back yard. Sawed off the top of an old North 220 Base mast in order to protect the lights that hang from ceilings. Duct taped the bottom of the mast to spare my hands of the agony of fibrous splinters. It was good to cover up that mast logo, since it just reminds me of the 90's; baffing with the Prisma 6.8, complete with enormous, water collecting cams. Yeah, but it was fun to pop the enormous cams loudly and proudly on the other side of the jibe. Not.

Ran out of duct tape, because Screaming Randy still has the roll that was in my car. Finished it off with some really old packing tape. Everything is getting old.

In the climate controlled comfort of my own home, I reacquainted myself with the mechanics of the DT. Also tried some Ponch. Also tried some flaka...really focusing on the timing and the mechanics of the rig, the weight distribution, keeping the board flat for the pop, and the head/eye movement. Who knows. The last time I logged a living room entry, it was for push tacks, and i ended up learning those.

Also tried some made up stuff that doesn't make any sense. Also, tried to get my neurons cozy with switch stance clue first in the straps.

Laura said, "You're bringing that in HERE?" I said "Yeah." She said "OK".

PSB: NXNW Pilsner