Saturday, 27 August 2005:
I've had a great shred today. Of course, I did have some weariness of my body due to car lag from carpooling with my business partners to our trip to Connecticut. Every Saturday I have to go, early in the morning to when the clock strikes 2 in the afternoon. Insane drivers leave me in disposition and awkward footing every time. But enough of that, since nobody, even myself, would like to explain this factor of my life over and over again, although footbag and finances strangely come into harmonic play for me occasionally.
Anyway, great shred. Bright and sunny, many people of the NYFA crew came for this Saturday session. I was much pleased. With my body sore, it took me some time to warm up, but my game was pretty much hindered until the later hours when I could at least coordinate well. I met some new faces that were a part of the NYFA crew as well, and they gave me some very good inspiration to play like them when I perform some short drills to enrich my skills. We spoke about Funtastik and some arrangements for them, and it felt like cake. The only concern there is money and transportation. Also learned proper stature to doing x-body sole, which made me giddy with joy. Now to take Jack Keller's move in learning shin stall > overhead toss > blind sole! Mwahahah!!! Soon...
However, there were much protesters today, about the politics concerning Cindy Sheehan and George Bush. This is very common in Union Square - protests I mean. They invade much of the space that NYFA use for shredding, and expect us to conform to their mass numbers. I find it somewhat annoying, as well as their consistency in receiving permits to rebel against the war in Iraq. Again, too much for me to note concerning outside of this footblog, as well as my disinterest in discussing this type of poltics, unless you want to know more of Yeti Man. And you don't want to know about Yeti Man.
We saw a man who looked distinctly like a woman when you take a good look at him. He seems to be meditating with his arms wide and his stance angelic, but his eyes and face looked zealous and mean, which gave me quite a shiver to my spine. He was also wearing a pink negligee and rocking to guitar with a portable speaker, to which the loud arguments the protesters made and the jazz band around the corner destroyed whatever music he wanted to preach out. Also, later in the day, he smeared blue paint all over his body, removed his lingerie and rocked with the protesters. He even layed out pretty hearts of chalk on the cement ground to show his evil love.
... The jazz band rocked, but they kept playing the same shindig over and over, which grew boring along with the protesters.
Late in the day and the majority of us grew exhausted of shredding. The sun was whimsical as it hid within the clouds, but it soon knew its role and went beddy-bye in a few minutes. I seem to have lost my cheap $1 dollar towel through my trip in getting Jamba Juice. People also grew tired of the protesting, the jazz band left, and people around became interested in freestyling in our tired state. I even sold a perfectly new Mr. Sandbag for $8 to a fellow admirer, but due to my exhaustion I couldn't figure out the math without exact change (so he was given a full-blown price of $7). We spoke of Takraw and the like for the next five minutes, and he went on his merry way. Wrapping it up, Bruce was cracking jokes, Rizz showed collective coolness, Alex was quiet, Ted was Ted, and Stan kept showing his "guns" and sexy ass to all of us - to which melted us all like butter is to a hot knife. He was also very smelly from drilling his moves.
It was a great day at Union Square.
). Matt Cross and Jack Keller are great people to socialize with, just to add. Peter Irish was there and I shared a hit of weed with him, making great compliments in his work on the DVD "Fourkast." 
Anyway, it was pretty freakin' awesome. I also saw and learned some of the movements for moves that came that night, and was pretty thankful to learn the names of them as well since I keep forgetting. Thanks Steve and Stan (of NYFA).
I also sold 2-3 Mr. Sandbags thereafter from people pleased at the freestyle that we were doing, making my wallet a very happy black-thing. Even with that said, however, due to Funtastiks I still have to owe Alex for my portion of the debt with bunking with him at the Crowne Plaza, plus with additional expenses in getting there. And I won't mention the approximate amount to which I owe him. <ouch> 
) in our hotel room was pretty cool. Again, hangovers suck. I would've been more sociable without a drag on my conscious state of mind.
Maybe Dragon would be the same thing, except with the back of your palm. I can only imagine a pretty inaccurate set though. I think I'll have to PM Zilla about all of this.