Monster of a moment

So...I'm re-invigorating my fantasy vert ramp skater 'career', as if the PhD will get me anywhere anyway, seriously.

On our way to a derby training camp in Penrith, Ova Bearing and I, went via Olympic Park in Sydney to skate some smooth ramps at Monster: http://www.monsterpark.com.au/skatepark/ramps

Suffice to say we had a sufficiently excellent time for several hours on a surprisingly crowded Friday night. $10 all you can skate, it was quite worth it.

Thing about ramps (apart from obvious 'radness') is they make me feel like some surfer dude, no wait, they make me feel like Bodhi from Point Break..."you loose yourself and you find yourself". Ramp skating is meditative, rhythmic, personal a universe from the intense and chaotic world of derby. I'm coming to realise that derby for me cannot exist without the ramps...but I suspect when Bambi is a long lost memory I will still be skating ramps, oh perhaps I can manipulate a Point Break quote "skating's the source, it'll change your life, swear to God"

Automatic password saves can be murder

So after some time of not blogging I think I might be ready to try this crazy set up again. Basically I couldn't remember my password and while it is the same as my gmail I don't have it autosaved everywhere...I could go on, but you dudes get the picture. I can't and WON'T bore you with the details of my torturous daily life but I may update on further excellent derby adventures [air guitar].
What's new?
Call me Dr Bambi von Smash'er
CRDL have a permanent home
I am building some skates - they will be as ugly as f$#k, but potentially allow me to skate like a demon.
xx
Bam