Been learning about Neti Pots, chicken soup home delivery, and Grapefruit Seed Extract nasal sprays this past week. Be thankful for your health next Thursday, it’s really all you got.

Been hiding out in country and working on a surf-related project that will allow you to confidently tell your boss that, *cough*, you’re gonna be out sick tomorrow.

Did anyone else read the headline about how Hawaii’s typical absentee ballot total hovers around 5,000… but already nearly 70,000 people have voted via absentee ballot for the 2008 general election. Wow, that’s pretty awesome, especially given the record low (37% of registered voters) primary turnout back in September.

Get off the Internet and go vote.

Back from a quick SF/LA jaunt, didn’t really shoot photos, although I did print some 16×20’s in the Mission. It’s pretty much a sealed deal now, I’m getting a bike. Peddling around is the only way I would avoid becoming fat and lazy in the city. Plus I was kinda of inspired by Rich’s 12 bike collection… working at a bike shop has some perks.

Does it offend you? Well, does it?

Whelp, here’s the deal. I can’t keep up with this shit right now… basically there’s a bunch of other projects that I need to focus my energy on, so I’m putting DRYFCK to rest for a while.

If you want to stay tuned on those other projects, click here. Thanks for tuning in.

Oh yeah, and here’s some iTunes selections to score the exit…

If you ever need to bail someone out of jail, make sure you take your time getting to the station, otherwise you’ll be napping on the sidewalk for an hour or two.

North winds and north swell means a certain secret spot might turn on… See you there.

I’ve always thought that crashing in an airplane would be a really crappy way to go out. But it’s not the anxious moments prior to impact, or the violent explosion that really bothers me. It’s the fact that I have no control whatsoever over the situation.

I’m replanting my garden this weekend. Mixed greens, the new U.S. currency.

Ever since his arrest, there’s been silence on the Splasher front… The Splash does live, um, in prison? Or in some community service program, 8 days a week.