Wednesday, January 13, 2010


By the time this post appears, I'll be drinking more coffee in the Phoenix aeropuerto waiting for my connecting flight en route to SURF EXPO in Orlando. Trade shows are great if you're only job is to check out shit.. It's not as fun as it sounds if you're job is to man the booth. For us poor saps, it's all about standing on cement, slappin high fives, yappping all day & night about everything, eating crappy, not seing daylight for 4 days, and surviving off Lost Energy drinks, Olive Garden, and booze. The cool part is connecting with people we only speak with over the phone all year long. It's always great to put a face with a name. Real human contact is a good thing. Something this creepy computer-based humanoid wouldn't know the first thing about....

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