Storypost | 2007.06.10

They say when you die everything you've seen and known flashes in front of your eyes (or, by some accounts, it's more of a montage). I'm not there yet, but at 25 it's kinda like that. Pretty much everyone came out to eat some yaki burgers and play soccer, kickball, and football. It was most enjoyable, as I do like sports.

The day was capped by a downtown outing. Dussini is still the best place to go.

Sunday I found myself blinking into consciousness and seeing three ruffians at my door. Either from tiredom (this was at 6:00) or disbelief, I think I just rolled over. These thugs set upon me with duct tape and a hood and I soon found myself in the back of a car. We ended up at Roscoe's for some superb deliciousness, followed by an outing at the local roller coastorium.

They've found some interesting ways to hang you from a coaster track in the past few years. These aren't your granddaddy's rides.


your account is so mundane. How's about three vicious, menacing perpetrators stormed into your safe-haven of a room and maliciously gagged and bounded sleep-deprived you with duct tape. then, threatening to slowly yank your arm and leg hairs off with more duct tape coverage if you did not cooperate. you were then stuffed in the trunk, blind, and movement less as both your legs and arms were duct taped.


A weekend

A farewell to departing colleagues. Happy hour at Cozymel's.

Graphic art

/r/baseball had a funny post about old MLB team logos.

Firepower and horsepower

Had some redneck fun for Bret's quarter century. Then we took him over to the Miramar kart track for some shake 'n' bake action. Apparently the Forza paid off, because Ty topped the newbies with a 35.071 best lap. The birthday boy showed he can drive...