All... my... friends... know the lowrider.

Today was spectacularly unproductive, although I did go to lunch with a fellow Bozemanite who stumbled across my ramblings on the internet.

We'll call him "Nessie," in honor of the fact that last week, Japanese scientists placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water. Sir Godfrey of the Nessie Alliance summoned the help of Scotland's local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and its local residents and all those who seek for the peaceful existence of our underwater ally.



Nessie has lived in Bozeman for ten years, and spends his time giving luge lessons and writing computer programs. Super nice guy. He lives close by and I may ask him to whip up some type of scheduling program to give some structure to my day.

I think I may actually be morphing into the Dude...


the Duder, or El Duderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

Anyway, sorry for the lackluster post, but much like the Duder's life, certain things have come to light, man. There are a lotta ins, a lotta outs, a lotta what-have-yous...

It was nice to meet somebody new and thanks for lunch, Nessie.