more about the fremont fair

so i finally managed to lay my hands on the pics from the fremont fair (thanks to r's excellent photographic skills).

	believe me, this wasn't the craziest car there. there were cars with skulls on the hood, with barbie dolls pasted on the roof, striped like tigers and one entirely covered with oversized women's underwear
this guy was a complete character! he sat in the middle of the street challenging people to make him lose control of the 'space ship'. he'd move the ship (which was a bit of yellow foam) wildly and the pilot (the poor sucker who paid $2 to make a fool of himself) was supposed to try to regain control. the only thing that took away from the realism was that ever so often the ship would jump out of the screen and head towards the pilot's face. didn't he ever watch the last starfighter?

and in other news, i had my first game in the ultimate league. i'm in a team called the condors (go figure!). and to our utter astonishment, we won (and it wasn't even a close game). we played in the rain and the wind didn't make things any easier. you could always hear your mark sneak up on you because of the squishing sound (turf retains a lot of water ). my throwing under pressure sucked but i ran like a mad dog and helped the team some. at the end we had to come up with a cheer for the other team. the team was called jam. we spent about 5 minutes throwing ideas around ranging from free-style rap to throwing clumps of grass at them. we finally settled on spelling out jam and doing a cheerleading routine. passersby gawked at the sight of nine soaking wet men and a woman kicking their boots up in the air and screaming. we have a game every week, i need to work on my forehand throws in the meantime. i need to find some pick-up games around here.


to report some progress on my 'be-nice-to-people' movement. it's having some degree of success but it's an uphill battle . people who try to quit smoking stand around smokers just sucking up that second-hand smoke. in my case i hope and pray for someone to say something funny, just for a few second-hand wisecracks.

i know, it's an addiction. but i'm working on it.

pat on my back.