Sunday, July 30, 2006



Avast, ye maties, tis high time for another drunken round! Of disc golf that is. The monsoons have hit in full force, leaving the northern AZ terrain a very lush, green, peacuful kind of beauty that makes you want to mindlessly trudge through it, throwing plastic discs in all directions while swashing cheap beer down your throat that has been shaken up in your bag from hiking! For those of you that have witnessed this first hand, you know that I speak of the heralded frisbee-golf experience which will fully captivate you and your soul if you so desire. A bit over-dramatic? Possibly. Any truth to my blaring opinion of "God's Past-time?" You bet yer scurvy bottom, mate! So bring yer rum, women, and all the game yer squandering ass can conjure up and lets make a day of it laddie! For yer playing a man's game now! Editor's note: isn't it amazing how an overdose of caffeine can be completely evident in one's writing? TAKE A VASE OF ACTION, MATIE!!

Thursday, July 13, 2006



Miss ya, Jess.


My "sister" Jessica in New Zealand. Sutherland Falls is the name of this place, I believe. Sounds like she's having a blast down there.

Monday, July 10, 2006



Not my logo, but it sure does add a little credibility to my ensemble.

Yet another unfortunate example of why museums aren't very fun.

Sunday, July 09, 2006


Ah yes, Alligator Rock. Where you can rest, enjoy a smoke, have a shot of Grandpa, and bitch about how bad your round is going.

Nuff said.

Friday, July 07, 2006


It should be illigal to hike by moonlight, while listening to Sigur Ros. A little too much stimulation for whatever lobe it is in your brain which controls your lathargic emotion.


Nathan Vaca takes the plunge into the mysterious realm of marriage this weekend. Notice the "deer-in-the-headlights" espression he is displaying, leaving all of us with that "poor-son-of-a-bitch" feeling deep in our bosoms. I'd like to take the time to convey my gratitude to you, Nate not for just being a compadre, but deciding to have an open bar @ 11,000 ft. above sea level. Nice touch. Don't worry, I'll use my Blades of Chaos and my Poseidon's Rage in case anyone gets out of control. I am the God of War.