Oh I don't get upset at tourists. I like tourists these days. Yeah, I used to get angry when I was a stupid, hung-over 20-something, but nowadays I don't even acknowledge people in the summer. Plus, it helps that I have a road that doesn't really get much more traveled in the summer that dumps me in one of the mellowest beach towns in Jersey - Atlantic City. Now, I do get upset at surfers calling Surfers Supplies after 6:00pm. Zombie, I only call them for their messaged recording at nights for their synopsis of the next day. I actually have never called a surf shop for a 'live" report. I always stuck with messages. Hmm, maybe I'll start calling surf shops for a live report. I need something new to do these days. Or maybe call Heritage and ask for the manager/owner and start telling him aboot how awesome Surfers Supplies is.
Holy Shoot, I'm off on Fridays. I got up this morning, watched Leave it to Beaver, as everybody should, and then came on the computer. I was expecting the winds to pick-up out of the S and basically was blowing-off and tossing-off today as far as surfing. Then of course, I got immersed in all that is Swellinfo.com and didn't even scope the waves. Well, holy shoot, it's like 3 foot and semi-glassy....2-3' ya know....... What a surprise. As MFITZ knows, I just love small clean, safe waves. So, I got Cadburry all lined-up and I'm on it. I want to thank all of you guys for making this day all it can be. I swear if the winds start blowing heavy-like, later, when I get there, I'll be all sort of whacked-off. The only problem is I really feel like getting high today pre-surf. I really do. Someone meet me at the path, with the foxes, around 2:00-2:30 - Cadburry has to hit Mays Landing first - and get me high. Thanks guys.
Can ghosts even use substances? I figured it would just pass right through you like anything other physical object. Anyways, skip the junk and use your ghostly powers to surf and annoy the proprietor of heritage surf&sport sea isle. Float on my ghostly friend. PS- Who knows, maybe I'll even see the ghastly spirit SJB out in the lineup early tomorrow morning, I can only hope. It'll be a meeting of ghost spirits and zombie flesh.
Yo, this is serious. I've really heard this. I forget from where, but I heard this theory/story. It said that those who are addicts(still active) at the time of their death, and still desire getting high once they pass, remain earthbound. And what they do is, they stay around junkies and drunks and enter the junkie's/drunk's bodies to "feel" the high. Like a sort of possession type thing. Some dude gave this account of the desperation and craziness of this scene. It was pretty wild.
That's some next level sh!t right there, I wouldn't doubt it though. Addicts are already crazy when they're using, makes sense if the spirit of a dead craving addict wants to join in on the insanity. Probably adds to the craziness of the addict who's still alive (using that term loosely/literally) and high
No, the wave energy coming from a fart, even Slater's fart, would dissipate before it reached any other coastline.
This is what the admin decides to chime in on... I got a good laugh at this. But it also got me thinking a little bit and about harmonics. I wonder how far or what type of waves(in the water) a jet breaking the sound barrier right above the waters surface would generate and how far they'd travel before dissipating. Sound waves man, sound waves. Think ripples in a pond or puddle. Where are the physicists on this site??
A thread about SURFING?? Are you sure you're on the right forum?.... Once done riding wave, I retain little memory of the ride unless something particularly noteworthy (good or bad) happens, like almost running over a drunk swimmer in the surf area, stepping on a skate, forgetting my boots during a winter session and attempting to surf anyway, being surrounded in the line-up by a large group (pod) of dolphins chasing bait fish. Granted, most of my beachbreak rides aren't very long.
Brahs. One tread bout surfing. Please. On the best surf day of the spring on the EC. I guess it's too much to ask. Bunch a kooks.