Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Denver OwesThe Charmer (Under Me)

So we're 60 miles out of Denver, walking for six months. And my flight to Denver tomorrow will take roughly two and a half hours. So we've come to the conclusion that planes are, like, smart or something. That's still not the point of this project. The point of me mentioning this is because we're going to barely miss a strange phenomenon, which would be for me to actually arrive in Denver the moment my pedometer says i've reached Denver, and to actually walk a block or two IN the position that i would have been in were i walking the last six months instead of farting around San Francisco. Does this make sense? It seems like the more i try to explain things like this to people the less they want to be my friend.

I got this image after google image searching "not my friend." i'm obviously lacking material. and this drunk angel is obviously my friend. i wanted to find something from silverthorne, since thats where we are today, but there arent any pictures of the Wendy's there, and that's really the only place i've ever peed, built snowmen, or divorced my wives there. i mean divorced my drunk angels. i mean i'm going to bed.

Three Day's Distance: 21.64 miles

Total Distance Covered: 890.72 miles

Silverthorne, Colorado

2 Comments:

At 12:07 AM , Blogger w.weston said...

this post is exponentially more aesthetically pleasing than the last. and that's the smartest sounding thing i've ever said.

 
At 9:43 PM , Blogger Tor said...

i agree with the first comment. additionally, i hate when people don't post on my blog to a post i find very commentable.

 

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