King Lear, Shakespeare

I just wanted to take a second to say that I'm around the end of Act 3 in King Lear and shit's RAD. Didn't think I'd enjoy it this much, really.

Jay Peak & Smuggler's Notch, Vol. 2

Jay Peak & Smuggler's Notch, Vol. 1

Will, serving up a bit of a combo in the glades of Jay Peak this past weekend.

God Damn It, Hair

The bathtub had been running slow lately, so tonight, at the wonderful hour of 2:30a, I decided to take apart the drain to see what I could do about it. What I found was a fist-sized wet clump of hair. What. The. F-ck. I'm sure it was just a few more hairs away from sentience. I wish I took a picture, but you're going to have to use your imagination to picture a soaking wet, fist-sized, 6-oz. micro-Medusa. I threw that thing away as quickly as I could.

It reminded me of EXTE, a Japanese horror film I watched a few years ago about a sentient mass of midnight-black hair and, in typical Japanese fashion, an old, creepy, pervy guy with a hair fetish. I didn't think much of it then, but now, after this experience... goddamn.

Keys

This is the wad of keys that I walk around with every day. Two short of two dozen.