Thursday, August 19, 2010

Back in the Saddle.

Hi!

So another month has passed with limited blog action. I would have liked to do a little more, but I've had a whole bunch of stuff going on, so bleh.

In Rev news, I will be leaving my job shortly to begin a full time program of study to get my MFA in Dramatic Writing. Classes start September 7th, so I figured I should reacquaint my fingers with the sensation of a keyboard.


It's nice. Feels clicky.

This blog has always been a handy way to forcefully get my creativity juices flowing again. So here I am, attempting to work out the muscles of my brain... my brain muscles.... my... Brussels.


This might be harder than I thought.

Let's see... what has happened in the past month? Hoo boy. I guess I'll skim over a lot of stuff that doesn't lend itself to comedy and go straight to I went on Vacation!

Kyle and Jesse and I got a bunch of folks together and rented a house on the beach in North Carolina.


There was much dance partying and Silly Bandz to be had.

For more vacation fun with Kyle and Jesse, check out last summer's hiking blog!

But it was a blast. Here's the house we got:



It was across the street from this beach:


It was pretty.

The whole setup was located on Topsail Island, NC. The place has some very colorful local history, as it gets its name from pirate ships lurking in the sound behind the island. Over the trees, only the topsails were visible, and if you didn't spot them quick enough... well I don't have to tell you what pirates do.


That's right. They make you black out and piss yourself.

Topsail Island is also rumored to be where Blackbeard hid a large amount of treasure, which was probably due to Blackbeard having a keen interest in 20th and 21st Century tourism revenue.


"Yarrr... the beaches are lovely this time of year, and buy some tshirts for the kiddies. Yarr!"

It is also the location of a place called "The Gold Hole." They say it's a spot where treasure hunters dug up the beach to try and find the remains of a ship. I say it's an incredibly lazy nickname for a treasure spot, or a delightful new prison nickname for Bernie Madoff.


I tried to feel sorry for him, but it didn't work.

The place was pretty sweet, and the water incredibly warm. Typically, the beach combines the powers of two of my greatest enemies: the Sun and the Ocean.

This time, we all got along pretty well. I had fun boogie boarding and swimming, and only got sunburned a lot! Sharks were a concern of mine, along with every other thing that lives in the Ocean, but I sucked it up.



See? That's a picture of Kyle and I boogie boarding at perfect shark attack depth. According to Wikipedia: The United States has had more reported shark attacks than any other country, with a total of 1,049 attacks (49 fatal) during the past 339 years (1670-2009)

Why? Because SHARKS HATE FREEDOM.


Lousy terrorist.

Or it's because many other countries don't have reliable methods of reporting shark attacks, I don't know. I'm not paid to think.

Of course, the first thing we had to do when we got into town was to go grocery shopping.


Man, I hope we got enough milk. I need my Golden Grahams in the morning.

But we actually ate very well that week. We all took turns pairing up and making dinners for the rest. Kyle and I made lasagna and salad:


Delicious.

I also got a chance to fly my most pimpingest kite:


Aww yeah. Fokker Triplane, bitches!

I did fly it higher than that, but at a certain altitude, photo ops become ridiculous. Like this:

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Oh, that's actually pretty cool. Nevermind.

The regular kind of vacation hijinx were had. We played board games, did a lot of wii sports, and oh yeah, We did my hair up like the Jersey Shore.

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Yup, that happened. No use pretending it didn't.

I think the general consensus is that I looked like the love child of Eddie Munster and Syndrome, from the Incredibles.




With just an extra dollop of douchebag on the side. That look was quickly disposed of.

We also went to a sea turtle hospital, but they didn't allow us to take pictures... so trust me. I saw sea turtles.

So yeah, it was a great week of fun in the (burning bastard) sun. Thank you to Jesse and Kyle and everyone else there for a fantastic time. I'd name you all, but some people don't like being put into blogs without being told, so I generally try to keep that to a minimum.

That's about all for now folks, I really mean it this time when I say I hope to update this thing more frequently. I guess we'll see how my school workload plays out.

I'll leave you to look at this pretty picture of a sunset:

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Peace out folks,

Rev