CRETIN: /kret'in/, /kree'tn/, n.
Congenital loser; an obnoxious person; someone who can't do anything right

CONCRETIN: /kahn'kret'in/, /kahn'kree'tn/, n.
Cretin who loves to skate concrete

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Frozen Pee

Yep. That's how damn cold it is; Frozen Pee. I let the mutt out to take a leak this morning and less than 1 hour later when shepherding the kids to the car, I had to warn, "Don't slip on the frozen pee!" Damn, it's cold. Too cold to skate and that sucks, cuz it was clear and sunny pretty much all day. On the up side: when my daughter stepped on the near-by dog turd, it shattered. Whoohoo! No clean up required!

On a more skate related subject: Tony learned 'rock to fakie' on Phil's ramp. He proved it by showing it to me and Travio on New year's Eve (way back when it was warm three days ago).

Now, it is okay to say, "Tony Rocks!"


  • At 7:30 PM, Blogger Nikoli said…

    Hell, I thought he quit skating. Way to go Tony!

  • At 9:05 AM, Blogger DeadBrinley said…

    Nice one, Tony! It's supposed to be in the 50s this weekend. I'll be at the park.

  • At 4:22 PM, Blogger ImExiled said…

    Yup, the wee will freeze and the turds can almost be polished when the temperature drops. A few bends upstream on the river the weather wasn’t any better. I guess it’s going to rise into the fifties tomorrow, and if I can swing the gas money you may see me at the park. Common sense dictates that I take a few days off from skating as I have been to Ollie’s every night this week save one. Once again I feel like using my board as a makeshift cane.
    New years eve was celebrated at Ollie’s with great success. As I had hoped, when it came to the countdown portion of the evening, everybody stood around demonstrating there ability to count backwards from the number ten, and nobody was skating. This allowed me to drop into the bike ramp at exactly twelve midnight, in essence dropping into the new year. Of course I attempted a maneuver that I still don’t have wired yet, so I fell once I reached the other side of the ramp. But dam it, at least I got to drop in to 2008!
    When I woke up early the next afternoon, I was pretty dammed sore from skating till early hours of the morning, so the only sane thing to do was to return to the park for another session from nine to eleven. I didn’t want to miss the Tuesday night “old dude” session anyway. It’s the one night when I can be guaranteed to not have some kid walk up to me after every run and spout “yeah, kicken it old school!”, a series of words that affect my hearing much like finger nails scraping across a blackboard. When did that phrase enter the English language, and who is responsible? It sounds like something from a Vanilla Ice song.
    Last night I made the mistake of going to the seven to nine session. I knew I should have waited till later in the evening, but my neighbor wanted to take his children over so their grandmother could watch then skate, so I agreed to tag along.
    The really little kids are cool, especially the six year old who was pumping up to the ‘vert on the big ramp. Those children are there to skate, and the look of grim determination on their little faces is priceless. But teenagers. Just… teenagers. I will allow the caveat that the girls aren’t to bad, but the boys are pretty much as Mark twain described, “a noise covered in dirt”.
    But I feel myself descending into “rant” mode so I will stop it there.
    Anyway, if I can swing it, I will be at the “extreme park” tomorrow.
    Hat hair rules


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