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Monday, February 04, 2013

thermal shirt weather

yesterday and today:

"the usual" as far as a snowboarding weekend goes, except that the place we took a room in was much nicer and much, much closer to the slopes. we had about five hours' riding yesterday and about the same today, we had a fantastic time on the mountain and pg made me extremely proud with her progress. she's now switching front and back properly and making it look good :)

it was remarkably cold yesterday, and we weren't properly dressed for it. if your body's not warm enough the rest of you will let you know, and i should've been wearing my thermal shirt last night as well as today. the stop for beer and dinner in the middle were more for an excuse to warm up than anything else. our eyes were iced (and my goggles got fogged up / iced up at one point, not cool) and our masks were frosty and as much fun as we were having it was offset by the desperate need for heat.

after the last few experiences i've figured out that riding with pg is a perfect excuse for practicing all the fun stuff: goofy and jumps and so on. when i'm by myself i simply don't have the patience for that - i just want to bomb down hills at breakneck speed. gives me a rush. just the recollections of some of today's "alone-time" experiences raise my heart-rate :D

anyway, even though today was warmer we both dressed better, and the only time i really felt the cold was:
when you're going so fast (and it's so cold) that your mask freezes to your face... there i was careening down the mountain thinking of how we're told as kids that if you pull faces yours could freeze in an undesirable state. i wondered if i'd be stuck with a perpetual look of AAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! on mine.

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this morning's dream: a dream of a concrete motel with an attached strip-mall, all abandoned. someone walks up to the door and fiddles with a scrap of paper, it drops to the floor and grows into what looks like a human. the rest of the story is a mystery now, but it involved a shootout in a small crowded room using a weapon that transformed the victims' brains with nano-tech, effectively turning them into killing machines with a purpose unknown. the hunt afterwards ended with a sleepover and video games.

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i've made a fair amount of progress in 10000000, and i'm looking forward to finishing it so that i can get it out of my system. it's really simple and ridiculously, efficiently fun.

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