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1:3 today, some nice torpedo-wake chases. Smoke (and lightroom) popped the ridge lines

Fonzie's version of MAHA looks frankly kinda fun. It's cool he found a leather life jacket!

Matt I fear the concrete message you wrote here will be lost on @Stonedfish. You will lose him at Car Wash well before the joke lands. Why disrupt external and internal microclimates of mildews, mosses, lichens, thermomicrobia and algae slimes that, at some fundamental level, re-harvest the...

Was the downtown Edmonds creative district Wellness Provider on shore shouting immersion therapy encouragements? Johnny Crystals, Licensed Incense, Herb, Chakra and Shark-ra therapy: Swim, Nigel, Swim- you're never going to outrace the demon shark without facing your fears....

so many opportunities for joking about which college they were from.... I'd like to think they were "rising" seniors on the six year degree plan

One solid standard issue resident, some other bumps, one big "goddamn it" style swirl a yard from the point of extraction. (one swirl like that means at least 20 more hopeful casts same vicinity). A lot of people out, boat guys cursing up a storm, playing shitty music. While on the beach, two...

Knot gonna lie, that's a kick ass garden rock top right-ish

That's awful news, I hope some of your family photos and other important things made it to your other place. It's sure hard to also see the houses in the background of your picture seem to have made it out just fine meaning the edge of the fire line was literally yards from your place.

One of my high school friends became a luthier. For me this would be impossible work, tedious and ultraprecise in a manner ill-suited for my general "good enough works just fine" attitude. But for him I like to think of it as a kind of religious calling, a monk-like asceticism, contemplative...

That's a premium experience right there! Love that place...

Veldskoen Chelsea boot. Just a solid, wide and reliable boot made of tough leather and vibram soles. Pretty much my everyday trudger for everything but hiking, wading and running.

Nudists wearing just blue nitriles ratchets the needle way up on the creepy-as-all-get-out Patrick Bateman meter. Although, frankly, would love to be a fly on the wall at a new Job Interview where said nitrile-loving nudist is confidently explaining the tan lines to the forward-focused and...

Cool, we see you are now fishing- and catching- at depths where those notorious bottom-dwelling Stonefish-eluding rascals Starry Flounder are found. Good Luck Brian, low and slow over the muds and sand and you will punch this ticket! Keep those pesky Coho away and you may just luck out here!

BU is an interesting place, MLK Jr went there, so there's a thread of altruism that runs through the institution. Mind you there's plenty of kids from BU who go from the Business, Law and Econ programs to Big Law, Wall Street and Fidelity etc. It's a really mixed bag, which is exactly what you...

Hey Matt maybe encourage Salmo, on episode 1 of Disasters of Going Steady to go through the difference between Swingers and Polyamorists? (You brought up Swingers a while back in this thread, maybe you could be Salmo's guest?) In my unsophisticated brain, Swingers and Polyamorists are sorta the...

Dave that does look super fun, love how the telephoto makes them look so close. That's probably the most interesting thing to happen in Devon since the lads put the Rock Wall in at Grimspound Tor in 1340 BC

Salmo G's Podcast "Disasters of Going Steady" is brought to you by Tide Pods. The engineers at Proctor and Gamble would like to remind all of us "Don't eat Tide Pods, moron, they're not candy"

Glen Hansard, RIP. Died yesterday in a motorbike crash.

Eastcoastah: D-ja getta lowd of those Stripe-uhs? Flaxen haired beach babe: Nope, gettaoudahere! Youse getta look at these here tayluh ham pork rolls? (thrusts chest out) Eastcaostah: You flirtin' wid me? Flaxen babe: Nah, You flirtin' wid me? Eastcoasta: I dun see noone else here flirtin, just...

Maybe East Coaster's beachy romance thread begins here.... Her flaxen hair spread out over the top half of her near ragged Rescue Heroes themed beach towel. The hazy Montauk Sun would turn her long locks still blonder, tan her long leg and her good arm. She leaned up on her one elbow. A man...