Hawaii used to be snake free, except for a species of water snake that is so rare, even scientists can't findit. But since people started smuggling produce and other items into the state, especially from places like Guam, the brown tree snake has been camping out here. It's been killing our ecology for the past 25 years and it's my job (along with other conservationists) to find these things at the border and get rid of them.

Other things that have been smuggled to Hawaii include nocturnal Canadian women who eat all the cereal and leave the refrigerator door ajar. These dangerous species are known to piss off local conservationists who have to live with them. They do come equipped with special permits for activities like base jumping and skydiving, which we think is pretty cool.

 

I just want to let you dirty, dirty onesite people know that I'm very dissapointed in your use of that other blog site...especially those who have wracked up over 400 friends...blog whores! all of you!

And I totally kill at the Kevin Bacon game, TJ! 

In my efforts to escape being a blog POSER, I'll write more than one line (happy TJ?)

But in an effort to bug TJ, I'm going to voice my opinion on a certain film we were blessed to see this weekend at the Hilton at the big island (great resort by the way). TJ wanted to watch some nameless crappy film that was 80 minutes long, but I chose the movie STICK IT.

If you haven't seen Stick It, you're missing out on the best movie of all time (all time meaning from between May and June of 2006.) Ironically (Ironically meaning "surprisingly") the movie was about rebel gymnasts who didn't stick it at all. In fact, they didn't even do gymnastics...but there was a cool BMX racing scene that TJ kept saying "could never be done using old or new physics"

It's my belief that everyone, even movie snobs (TJ) secretly loves Stick It, although nobody will admit it. I'm not a closet Stick It lover though. It comes out on video in September and I'm gonna buy three copies (like buying more copies will make me able to watch the movie hardcore or something...it will still probably end the same way each time.)

Look everyone! I'm blogging!! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!

Here is the story:

You are the double pack of zesta crackers from Cafe Maia and I am the can of spray cheese that doesn't work at high altitudes. Mac is the beachtowel and Krista is the sand that used to be dry, but is hidden under high tide. Andrew is the Tide detergent that gives Kami a rash.

NOW DANCE! DANCE MY LITTLE ZESTA CRACKA!