ocean man

biz'd (business decided) to roll down to the ol' ocean and flip the stick for a bit today. you know, just take in some air. truly relax and just focus on life's marginalized intricacies. ended up dominating the shit out o' the waters. pulled this sucker out on the first cast:


i don't quite have any idea what the hell it was, but it was relatively large and surely alive.
quietly whispered not to give up so easily in the future, patted it on the ass, and booted it back to the depths. couple casts later found his cuz, also a complete pushover:

'tleast the view pleased. oh, how it pleased.

seagle.

this is what you get in japan when you say "i don't need a bag." instead of a "bag", you get your delicious pastry wrapped in plastic paper, then placed into something that mightily resembles a bag, which is then taped shut. i wish i knew how to say, "i'm just going to eat this as soon as i walk out that door, please don't make it difficult." it's a constant frustration, as the whole country seems obsessed with all things plastic. i suppose folks are simply trying to be helpful, but for christ's sake, when did hands become obsolete?