BUT BEING A BASTARD IS VERY PROFITABLE

Saturday was beach day for Mr. Andrew Mills and myself. Santa Cruz has a great waterfront 'cause there's a little amusement park with rides right off the beach. I decided our goal was to play in the ocean waves and then ride a ride 5 times and we managed to do it. But this strategy was not without its downfalls:

We opted to pay for our rides with tickets. But by the last ride we'd each forgotten the tickets in our swimsuit pockets! Whenever we handed tickets to a ride attendant, the tickets were wet and covered in sand.

Insanely painful stomach aches. If ever you need to invent an antidote for pepto bismol, the recipe is: seasickness plus rollercoasters plus american beer plus grade B midway chicken.

Loss of voice. Both of us screamed like female children on the rides. And then we made angry tribal calls at the ocean demanding waves. And stupidly we also screamed randomly like adolescents while wandering around the boardwalk. A frequently heard tourettes-style outburst was SNAKES on a PLANE!
...but of course there were advantages: I got to see a seal playing in the waves nearby and Mills got to bathe.

Slacker Book Report

FAST FOOD NATION by Eric Schlosser learn to avoid diseases in your lunch lots of neat McTrivia science-based, not sensational big macs are delicious listen to it for 1 credit on Audible

On Sunday we went to the Family Values tour '06 to see Stone Sour, plus bonus guests Korn and the Deftones. It was a great show although I highly recommend avoiding Sacramento in the summer in the afternoon at all costs. The crappy Sleeptrain Amphitheatre venue had no water fountains and refused to refill our bottles. So we paid $2.50 each for our first four water bottles. Then the bastards ran out of bottled water! We ended up using warm bathroom sink water to rehydrate. And alcohol. And red bull. Healthy!