Coleman. Cool, man!

Coleman's been on some kind of spot-killing spree as of late. Here he can be seen with a spinning front board over and around this salt lake planter with a 270 out. No joke. I wanted to film it, but the street security guard kicked us out... These pictures are yet again evidence of my wife's photographic abilities. She took these. I can take no credit whatsoever in their existence other than I supplied the camera. That was it. I have lost just about everything else in my life, why not lose control over the blog as well?

Here's some fun news for you. I won't give you too many details yet, I'll keep it a little fuzzy and mysterious just because I want to, but Bolts of Thunder may soon be pilgrimaging out to California for a little rendez-vous with Radiohead. No joke. I will say no more, but I will leave you with the question in your mind of what in the world I'm talking about and all that doubt about what I'm even saying. But be not doubting, but be believing... I'm really hungry, my fingers are shaking as I write, and I think it's affecting what's being written. What are you blabbering about? That's a good question. I'll stop right there.