You want the truth?

They say you're not one to handle the truth all that well. Is this true? Why don't we find out. I will give you the truth. Next week. Not today. I have no truth in me today... This is a very round about way of asking you for some help. So we've been doing interviews again lately, but because I'm the writer, I have nobody to interview me. So I'm going to ask you to ask me questions via comments on the blog, and next week on Friday I will answer all questions. That will serve as my interview. Last time Matt and Dave asked some questions, and I thoroughly enjoyed them. This time I would like to have more participants. So I am giving you an entire week this time to think of questions to ask me, and next week I will answer them. Got it? So just leave comments either to this post or any post up and coming in the next week, and I will respond to those questions.

And if you don't ask me questions, I will make up my own ones and answer them. Don't believe me? TRY ME! Actually, don't try me, just take my word for it. Come on, you can imagine me having a conversation with myself on the blog. It happens almost every post I put up. So don't try me because I want your questions. Am I coming off as desperate here? You have made me very desperate...

Freestyle Battle

"There's a war goin on,
It's a freestyle battle
Mind's goin blank,
I'm upstream without a paddle!"
                                                - DJ Bizkwik circa 2004

Lost letter to the editor

I just wrote this long post and erased it all. It was not suitable for publishing, not even on this blog. Yeah, that's how racy I can be, when provoked. So I'm just going to let you look at Zak's frowny face and wish you knew what it was that I wrote about before I erased it. It had something to do with angry fan mail, selling out, getting political, people using other people for crap they don't need, my broken ribs, and hopes for a smiley future. That's all I remember.

Adventures in Babysitting

So I've decided to be extra productive this summer, and I've gotten myself a third job: babysitting. No joke. I babysit a six year old boy, and we have a lot of fun together. Or at least we did today. Today was my first day on the job. And as a first day of babysitting, I was not let down. Already as a babysitter I've cleaned up throw up, watched hours of cartoons, taught the kid how to wipe after going to the bathroom (he wanted me to wipe for him, so I decided it was high time he learned to do it himself. He did just fine...), and rekindled my love for legos.

Yeah, so the kid threw up this morning, twice, and he didn't even cry. I didn't even know he threw up the first time, I just thought he was going to the bathroom. I still have to hold back tears today when I throw up, it's no easy task. But he hunched over the toilet like a seasoned veteran and threw up with not a single tear in his eye, before or after. What a kid... Then I was seriously a little upset when he changed the channel in the middle of "Kung Fu Panda" the tv show. It was a good episode, and I don't know how it finished... Anyway, we're hard at work here at Bolts of Thunder. Not on a video or anything, but actual work. Just thought you should know.

That photo up there is what we call gold old fashioned old school riding...

Going pro is just so awesome. Seriously, because people pay you. I would know... Or at least I will...

This picture was taken back when skating on home appliances was perfectly acceptable in our modern society. I miss those days. I think we need to focus a lot more of our attention on the home appliance aspect of skating and make those things useful for a change. Like this refrigerator. Probably never did any good until it was set down this gap and back tailed... Thank you, AJ, for giving this fridge some purpose in life.

Today I am announcing that I am finally realizing my dream of becoming a professional skateboarder. A professional in the sense that someone will pay me for time spent on my skateboard, not in the sense that I'm sponsored, have my own board, and people think I'm good. The Provo city rec center is starting a skateboarding class, and I just got hired as its instructor!!!! No joke. There are going to be classes Monday through Thursday, and kids will come to learn the basics of skateboarding. Going to the job interview was awesome because I actually got to bring my skateboard and show the people how to ollie. I had the city planner in the air in no time with rumors of these skills passing into the mayors office. The classes start soon, so if you know of anyone that wants to take skateboarding classes, bring them to the teen center in Provo and get them signed up. I'll be their teacher. So, yes, I am entering the ranks of the professional elites now that people are paying me to skateboard. I'm going to write "professional skateboarder" on all of my legal documents from now on...

Don't break your ribs, kids

So I broke my ribs last week. I'm not exaggerating either to say that I slammed on them, but I seriously broke them. Not all of them. I actually don't know how many or what, but I know that one of them is really swollen and is giving me grief all the time. It hurts to do most of my favorite activities, including skateboarding, sleeping, breathing, thinking, threatening, insulting, and glaring. Eating doesn't hurt, so I'm grateful for that. I hurt it skating the Springville ramp doing a trick I can land pretty much every try, but this one just got away from me. I was doing a kickflip rock to fakie, flew too close to the sun on wings of confidence, landed on the deck like I wanted to blunt the heck out of it, slipped out, and fell straight down on my ribs on the coping. I felt and heard my ribs crack and my vital organs get pushed down into my stomach for a brief moment. Rachel was there too, which sucked falling so hard in front of her. All I could say as she asked if I was alright was, "take a picture..." in my air knocked out of me voice. So it sucks breaking your ribs because there's nothing you can do to make it better except wait it out. And breaking your ribs sucks because it gets in the way of your palates class...

Game of Skate

For those of you that know me, you know that I'm not always challenging people to a game of skate. Actually, you might know me really well and didn't realized that. In case you didn't know, I'm not usually one to challenge people to skate. Or even to participate in skate. But being in St George a couple weeks ago with my homies Randy and Joey, I had to, for old times' sake. So we had ourselves a good old fashioned game of skate at the park, and Rachel took secret photos. I just saw them on my computer and thought I should put them up. I will say this, Randy still has springs in his legs and the coolest looking kickflips and frontside flips I've ever seen, and Joey hasn't lost a bit of pop or flip since I last saw him...