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mosher
- brutal footbag cronie
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I have so many things I want to say.
I am really really excited about life right now.
I don't think I have ever been happier before.
Sorry to anyone that direly needs to hear about GLASS, I am a little distracted lately.
I suppose details will trickle out in time.
I am really really excited about life right now.
I don't think I have ever been happier before.
Sorry to anyone that direly needs to hear about GLASS, I am a little distracted lately.
I suppose details will trickle out in time.
Tom Mosher
hate is a waste of passion!
hate is a waste of passion!
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mosher
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Every moment I feel like I am on the verge of puking with excitement.
I can't keep my thoughts squarely on my books where they need to be.
hahah, I can't believe I filled 19 pages with my stupid drivel. I never thought I'd have that much to say about the things I do and a bag of rocks.
I can't keep my thoughts squarely on my books where they need to be.
hahah, I can't believe I filled 19 pages with my stupid drivel. I never thought I'd have that much to say about the things I do and a bag of rocks.
Tom Mosher
hate is a waste of passion!
hate is a waste of passion!
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Darkshredder
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I for one wouldn't have it any other way, tom. You rock.
Oh and I was talking with steve gale the other day at a shred session and we were talking about if they made a Footbag edition of a reality show called Made (I don't know if Canada accidentally put it on their networks). . For background if you don't know of it, it's a show where these people want to do or become better at something they suck at and they are given 40 days to get good and they have pro's in that field help them out. Sooo we were like, "Hey I wonder who they'd pick to be the mentor of the footbag trainee."
After much deliberation, we came to decide you'd be a perfect Made Captain. . . I don't know if you'll take that as a compliment. We meant it as a compliment
. I hope you do. I do not which to envoke your wrath.
Oh and I was talking with steve gale the other day at a shred session and we were talking about if they made a Footbag edition of a reality show called Made (I don't know if Canada accidentally put it on their networks). . For background if you don't know of it, it's a show where these people want to do or become better at something they suck at and they are given 40 days to get good and they have pro's in that field help them out. Sooo we were like, "Hey I wonder who they'd pick to be the mentor of the footbag trainee."
After much deliberation, we came to decide you'd be a perfect Made Captain. . . I don't know if you'll take that as a compliment. We meant it as a compliment
. I hope you do. I do not which to envoke your wrath.Pat Thomsen
Syracuse, New York - The connecting point to footbaggers in the NE and Canada. We make pancakes and air conditioners.
Syracuse, New York - The connecting point to footbaggers in the NE and Canada. We make pancakes and air conditioners.
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mosher
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I could handle that job, but I think it's way easier to 'look like the pros' in 40 days if you are learning basketball or one of those other 1 dimensional sports. Footbag simply takes way too many hours of input to expect massive changes in 40 days.
OK, I have decided to fiiiinally attack the GLASS post.
OK, I have decided to fiiiinally attack the GLASS post.
Tom Mosher
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Posi-Cole
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While I agree that it would be hard to look like a pro in footbag after 40 days, you can hardly call basketball (or any sport for that matter) 1 dimensional.mosher wrote:I could handle that job, but I think it's way easier to 'look like the pros' in 40 days if you are learning basketball or one of those other 1 dimensional sports. Footbag simply takes way too many hours of input to expect massive changes in 40 days.
OK, I have decided to fiiiinally attack the GLASS post.
Now please post about GLASS!
Cole Hobson
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mosher
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GLASS 2005
HAHA, both Erik Chan and I accidentally thought that I quoted myself above mistaking Cole's post for one of mine because of the similarity of our avatars.
On to business, I heard you guys wanted to hear what happened last weekend or something.
My GLASS experience started on Thursday with me juuuuuust making the train in time, exactly as I planned.
The train got into Toronto's Union station at 8 PM - ish after a basically eventless ride. I spent the whole time making bags to give away at GLASS. I brought a small amount of all my favorite panne's and chopped out enough panels to make a bunch of bags.
I love playing around with all the different colour choices imagining what the bags would look like. There are so many colour combos I can't wait to stab up!
I made a white panne/white shiney crushed panne bag that looked soooo nice. I wound up selling that one to a nice guy naaammmmeed.. come on head... Keegan? Regan? Vegan? Anyways, he said he found out about the event through footbag.org on the event listing, that's so cool! I remember leading up to GLASS I watched it climb it's way up the event listing, it was like in one of those teen movies where you see the band's song move up the billboard list.. though I guess this is slightly less based on popularity and more on a linear path that some call 'time'.
I brought with me two mosher 'classics' that I made a month ago or so that I have just kept pristine on my shelf. One was an adorable baby bag that was pink/baby blue and the other was a brown shiney panne with this branching tree sorta pattern. They were made with my old 4-panel stitching style which used a 'carpet stitch' a lady told me, the result was that the seam was very tight and sealed but the stitches were visible. The fact is that the floss is way more robust than the panne will ever be so it doesn't actually matter that they show.
I made another baby bag on the train ride, but I made it with my new stitch, I think the end result is that it looks slightly more.. professional.
I stitched some other bags too, a white/green and a pink/purple, I don't really know what happened to them. I may have sold one of them.. I hope they are being enjoyed somewhere at least.
OOH! one last thing on the topic of bags I made. I made a bag that was white/dark purple/white/light purple that was not for sale or give-away and I really meant to bring it home as a gift. If anyone knows where that bag wound up it'd be swell to know.
Hahah, I just realised how little GLASS territory I have covered so far.
The train got in and my brother in law was there to pick me up. We got to Oakville around 8:20 and I knew that Dan Feary was scheduled to land at Pearson Airport (in Toronto, where I had just came from) at 9. I said all my hello's and hugged my dog alot. I left my place at like.. 9 ish, intending on getting there just as customs spat him out.
I got there, shot around the confusing set of ramps that whisk you from Terminal 1 to the lower parking garage to Terminal 3's departure gate and so on until I had finally arrived at Terminal 2's Arrivals area and found a place to park in a garage.
I didn't really know where he was going to be, the entrance area is pretty ambiguous and it's all kinda arrivals in that general area. I walked like.. a kilometer stretch of it several times "pacing" the area until I finally ran into him.
He is taller than me and not exaaactly like I thought he'd look, but I was basing that off the one picture he has posted in the 'post your pic' thread which I can now see how it looks like him. He is also cool and his voice reminded me of the cleavers alot of the time. He enunciated the same as David too, maybe it's a yankee thing.
I need a snack. brb
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I am down to my last edible 'fresh' food source. I have a small bag of mini-carrots and some ceasar dip, both of which I am eating. After this I have two apples and some canned food. Such as: Cream of Mushroom, New England Clam Chowdah, Spam Lite. I can't wait!
Hey on the topic of 'I can't afford to buy food because I owe too many people money for things and others owe me lots and as a result I can't pay the people I owe and so I feel stressed and fucked all the time' I was wondering if anyone would like to buy some pins. I sold a bunch at GLASS but I still have ones left over if people want to buy any.
If you wanted to come to GLASS but couldn't, I have a bunch of GLASS pins left over. Ooh! And a few GLASS t-shirts are left over too! I just remembered that!
If you want anything PM me and we can set something up.
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Man! I am moving so slow here!
Ok, dan and I hang out, it was great, we shredded a bunch, blah blah blah.....sleep sleep sleep.
The next day we were up and fed pretty early and left to pick up Andrew Grant from the Airport.
My dad gave me the convertable PT cruiser for the day. I can't quite believe it myself, but there was a reason I say it was a convertable, we have a second PT cruiser that is slightly older and with a solid top.
My family is so silly.
I stopped the car in an arrival loading zone where you were allowed to stop and load up your car. I left dan in the car to make sure we didn't get a ticket and I ran in to go find Andrew to show him to the car. It didn't take me long before I saw him cresting the top of an escalator. His hair is so long!! that was totally my first thought! We shook hands and said our hi's and stuff and started walking to the car.
I got there and found out I had just gotten a ticket for $25 for being 'parked in a no-parking zone'.
I WAS GETTING THE PERSON I INTENDED ON LOADING!
I tracked the ticket giver dude down and attempted to use logic, which seemed totally foreign to him. I reasoned that I was legally sitting in the loading zone with the intent on loading a person and their luggage into my car. No luck. He told me that he offered Dan the opportunity to move it but Dan said he couldn't because he was from America and wasn't licensed to drive, which was reasonable, but a shame because I still wound up getting the ticket.
I should get on telling my dad about that.
With Dan and Andrew in the car I drove them around Toronto showing them the sights. I was feeling somewhat shut away from the nice day outside the car so at a stop sign I suggested we put the top down! They both agreed and so we totally cruised topless! At one point we came to a stop-light and a homeless guy was walking through the rows of cars hoping for spare change. I made eye contact with him indicating I was willing to spare some change. He walked over and as I was getting change out I noticed I had the last bit of a joint handy and so I stuck my hand out and said 'here's some change and a sweet roach!'
It was so unexpected because I hadn't planned on giving him the roach and then I had that idea right before I went to hand him change. I bet he totally enjoyed that! he could go back to his box and score a little buzz.
We drove around seeing Toronto things until we were all feeling hungry. We planned on eating and then getting down to Union Station for 3:30 to pick up Jon Haber.
We shredded out front of Union in our street clothes waiting for Jon. Andrew can totally go guiltless in his bulky I-path wallabee's, it's so impressive.
Jon finally arrived and we set out for the Hostel to get checked in and set up.
It was mildly tricky finding the hostel since you can't turn onto the street it is on from the logical street one would come in from since it is a one-way the wrong way.
We checked in real easily, it was $40 straight up for two nights which was very reasonable.
The four of us were in room 404 which would eventually also contain Yacine and Johnny.
We picked our beds and soon shred began. It is so hard to resist plunging into more shred when you are in a room entirely populated by other eager players.
At some point we connected with Camille/Andrew and decided to head over to the shred spot for that evening.
From there on in that evening is pretty blurry. I know there was alot of shred, alot of fun, I didn't take alot of pictures either, I guess I was carried away with having fun!
When I first got there I actually had to just drop off Jon/Andrew/Dan as I was supposed to drive all the way back to Oakville, drop off the car and then take the train back in to Toronto.
I TOTALLY missed my train because I was completely unrealistic about how long it takes to drive that distance during rush hour.
I talked to my Dad on the way back and he said that I should try to rendezvous with my sister since she was sent with her husband to grab the car after I dumped it off at the train station. This wouldnt work, of course, since I hadn't gotten on the train. I drove around the station a few times and even went across the street to see if she was at the take-out place she was to be going to. No luck. So I drive home and consult with my Dad as to what to do. He said he'd drive me into Toronto and drop me off, he is always good about bailing me out of situations.
We got in the car, he got in the passenger seat though. He said he hadn't planned on driving that night so the longer he delayed having to drive, the better. I guess that meant he had had a beer or two. I started up the car and he turned and said "Look. Have you got a place you can park the car tonight?" "Yeah" "Well why don't you just take it and we'll pick it up tomorrow when we come to your event."
I wasted so much time that I could have spent clocking hours of quality time with shredders to just wind up back as I started.
Sooooooo I rocketed back to Toronto at 8000 km/hr and dove back into the swing of things right away!
People started showing up and it was so exciting each time a new clump would arrive!
The session went on for hours and only stopped when just after the Kingston/Ottawa crew arrived the U of T campus police came and shut down the fun.
It was past 9 by then so it was a pretty good time to end the jam anyways.
People sort of scattered from there. I had to drive my car to my friend Jeremy's house since I didn't know where the hostel's 'free parking' was.
I was running around getting my stuff done while trying to people juggle and make sure that shredders knew where they were going and I eventually got the message from Andrew that I should just come to the bar since anyone that was going to be going to the bar probably already had by then. I was afraid that some underage players may have stayed back at the hostel fearing the inability to get into the bar.
I got there and saw Camille grabbing her stuff from a big table that had clearly been full of people very recently and she told me to head upstairs right away, there was shred going on!!
I headed to the pool table first and said hi to all the people playing there and then decided to go check out this bar shred that was apparently going on.
I was blown away by what awaited me upstairs!!
There was a huuuge circle of like.. 15 shredders all taking turns with the bag on the dance floor at the pub!!
There was music playing, most people had drinks and everyone was so full of life!I couldn't believe how charged up it all was! People were cheering and clapping enthusiastically after someone had a good string.
I don't remember how long I lasted before I just HAD to get in on the shred!
My friend Jeremy had come along with us to the bar too, I was really glad that he did. He has been around since high school, I never really knew him the whole time and I was always afraid of him. He was 'goth' and I was a fat geeky skateboarder. We eventually met in our last year of highschool and totally hit it off when we went on a mini roadtrip with my friend Katie down to Niagara Falls one winter night.
He's so wierd, it's awesome. He wound up getting along great with my KFM mate Jared, I was glad they both were having a good time at a thing I helped make happen.
In fact, that is basically the most prominent thought/feeling/emotion throughout the weekend. I kept feeling so proud that people were smiling and happy and I was part of the reason they felt that way.
Smiles are so contagious and rewarding!
I really couldn't believe what was going on though. We were in a bar, everyone had access to alcohol if they wished it, we were SHREDDING IN A BAR and the bar manager was totally cool with it!
Mid-session a big burly dude that had been watching us carried over a couch to sit on and watch us!
That guy actually punctuated the evening really well by enthusiastically insisting that we come back the next night. He said they would set up a place just for us to shred so long as we brought the party/$$$$ back to them!
The vibe in the circle was awesome, there were players of all levels and it had a really welcoming feel to it. I tossed a second bag into the rotation to give everyone more time to bust.
I took my time in actually joining the circle, I didn't want to use up alllll of my juice, I needed it for the rest of the weekend!
I was really kinda intimidated the first time the bag came to me. You can REALLY feel all the eyes around you. I think I need to get better so that I can play as good as people expect me to. I am really not that good yet.
Oh well, in time I suppose.
I can't believe I have no pictures of the night session!
I think pictures MUST have gotten deleted, that is unfortunate.
In fact, I definately remember taking lots of pictures that night. Didn't I? Did I just make up a memory? dammit.
If someone could e-mail me a picture of that crazy bar jam I would LOVE it. It was so unbelievable!
Ok, the next day!
Well, there was a slight oversight by the breakfast selection comittee since they missed the bit about the "breakfast" place not being open before 3 or 4 PM. hahah oops!
Most people wound up getting Pita Pit, it was delish.
Johnny and I parted from the pack and headed out to my friend Jeremy's house to get my car since it had the GLASS shirts and stuff. We took a little extra time since I asked Jeremy to take me to the floral shop where he buys his poppies for making 'special tea'.
We got a bunch and headed to the Church for the days exciting activities.
The room we had reserved was nice and big enough to hold the amount of people I thought might come. It was well lit and the floor was smooth, I hadn't seen the venue up until then but I was pleased with Camille and Andrew's selection.
Here are some pictures of what GLASS was like on Saturday:
There, now you kinda know what it was like!
We started the comps around 4:30 or so and they ran real smoothly all thanks to Andrew's hard work and kickass competition managing skills.
Between comps we would fill time by holding raffles for stuff! I gave away a bunch of bags and pins and we gave away a wicked gift that came via air from Winnipeg! Erik Chan sent 5 Hackrifice DVD's to give away as prizes! They have Voyage of the Dawn Shredder and a bunch of other special stuff.
When I went to raffle off one of the baby bags I made I did something even I didn't expect. I dropped the bag to my foot and just started shredding with it and I hadn't really put too much thought into the fact that right then I *was* the entertainment at glass and I had better not fucking drop! I remember the string felt confident and I hit sidewalk>infinity>sidewalk somewhere in the middle.
We had a good system for the raffles. Camille counted how many people had paid the entry fee and then put that many pieces of paper into a hat with numbers on them. No one would win twice and everyone had the same odds of winning, nice and fair.
Someone called out asking who travelled the furthest to be at GLASS and I announced 'Dan Feary!'. He hadn't heard what was asked and thought he won a Hackrifice DVD. I felt so bad telling him he didn't actually win.
The funny thing is that we wound up pulling his number next anyways so he wound up winning the DVD after all!
I like it when that kind of thing happens.
We finished up competitions and circles reformed. I was feeling eager to play after having watched all that great shred. Also, I was feeling really proud of Derrick for having competed! That's so brave. He just called right as I finished typing the word brave. spooooOOOOoooky.
We all got fed in different ways and headed to the Peel Pub again for a second night of bar shred. The session was unavoidably smaller since there was a latin dance night going on upstairs. llaaaaaame.
We had an ok spot cleared in the downstairs area and shred still happened. I was feeling really mellow after having had a 2 hour nap at Jeremy's house while working the 'special tea' out of my system. I got a nice big puke out right before heading to the bar and smoked a joint on the way, I was feeling great again by the time I got there.
I spent most of my time teaching Paul how to stitch. He did SO well! He made his first bag the night prior during a bag stitching tutorial I gave in the room to a bunch of drunk/stoned shredders at 4AM. He was set on making a more complex bag despite the fact he knew very little about it all and he did a hack ass job of his first bag since he was not sober.
He actually wound up making a pretty sweet bag that we played with the next day. He made it out of my Ultrasuede that Atom from Brantford brought me. I am SO stoked that Atom could hook me up. It cost me $20 to get a whole bunch of different ultrasuede colours to stitch with. I will ensue intense 32 stitching practice asap!
Here is the bag Paul made at GLASS as it neared completion.
The third day of GLASS was back at the location we played at the first day.
The shred was a little lower key than the other two days but it was really nice. I would call the atmosphere mellow at times.
Though the ever-exciting foursquare kept things lively. We had a ton of silly rules, here are some of my favorites from the weekend:
- any time it lands on the line, Jorden Moir has to go to the back of the line (put in place by me after Jorden repeatedly was the fluke winner of "any time it lands on the line the person at the back of the line moves to the front")
- any time you don't have the bag you have to air-shred
- spikes on
- all fliers
- air-shred+all fliers+spikes on
Here are a bunch more pictures from GLASS:
BUY PINS FROM ME!!!!!!
Or Andrew will kick you with his boom stick.
Somehow andrew made holding a slushie look cool.
Then I went home.
The end.
On to business, I heard you guys wanted to hear what happened last weekend or something.
My GLASS experience started on Thursday with me juuuuuust making the train in time, exactly as I planned.
The train got into Toronto's Union station at 8 PM - ish after a basically eventless ride. I spent the whole time making bags to give away at GLASS. I brought a small amount of all my favorite panne's and chopped out enough panels to make a bunch of bags.
I love playing around with all the different colour choices imagining what the bags would look like. There are so many colour combos I can't wait to stab up!
I made a white panne/white shiney crushed panne bag that looked soooo nice. I wound up selling that one to a nice guy naaammmmeed.. come on head... Keegan? Regan? Vegan? Anyways, he said he found out about the event through footbag.org on the event listing, that's so cool! I remember leading up to GLASS I watched it climb it's way up the event listing, it was like in one of those teen movies where you see the band's song move up the billboard list.. though I guess this is slightly less based on popularity and more on a linear path that some call 'time'.
I brought with me two mosher 'classics' that I made a month ago or so that I have just kept pristine on my shelf. One was an adorable baby bag that was pink/baby blue and the other was a brown shiney panne with this branching tree sorta pattern. They were made with my old 4-panel stitching style which used a 'carpet stitch' a lady told me, the result was that the seam was very tight and sealed but the stitches were visible. The fact is that the floss is way more robust than the panne will ever be so it doesn't actually matter that they show.
I made another baby bag on the train ride, but I made it with my new stitch, I think the end result is that it looks slightly more.. professional.
I stitched some other bags too, a white/green and a pink/purple, I don't really know what happened to them. I may have sold one of them.. I hope they are being enjoyed somewhere at least.
OOH! one last thing on the topic of bags I made. I made a bag that was white/dark purple/white/light purple that was not for sale or give-away and I really meant to bring it home as a gift. If anyone knows where that bag wound up it'd be swell to know.
Hahah, I just realised how little GLASS territory I have covered so far.
The train got in and my brother in law was there to pick me up. We got to Oakville around 8:20 and I knew that Dan Feary was scheduled to land at Pearson Airport (in Toronto, where I had just came from) at 9. I said all my hello's and hugged my dog alot. I left my place at like.. 9 ish, intending on getting there just as customs spat him out.
I got there, shot around the confusing set of ramps that whisk you from Terminal 1 to the lower parking garage to Terminal 3's departure gate and so on until I had finally arrived at Terminal 2's Arrivals area and found a place to park in a garage.
I didn't really know where he was going to be, the entrance area is pretty ambiguous and it's all kinda arrivals in that general area. I walked like.. a kilometer stretch of it several times "pacing" the area until I finally ran into him.
He is taller than me and not exaaactly like I thought he'd look, but I was basing that off the one picture he has posted in the 'post your pic' thread which I can now see how it looks like him. He is also cool and his voice reminded me of the cleavers alot of the time. He enunciated the same as David too, maybe it's a yankee thing.
I need a snack. brb
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[sad violins]
I am down to my last edible 'fresh' food source. I have a small bag of mini-carrots and some ceasar dip, both of which I am eating. After this I have two apples and some canned food. Such as: Cream of Mushroom, New England Clam Chowdah, Spam Lite. I can't wait!
Hey on the topic of 'I can't afford to buy food because I owe too many people money for things and others owe me lots and as a result I can't pay the people I owe and so I feel stressed and fucked all the time' I was wondering if anyone would like to buy some pins. I sold a bunch at GLASS but I still have ones left over if people want to buy any.
If you wanted to come to GLASS but couldn't, I have a bunch of GLASS pins left over. Ooh! And a few GLASS t-shirts are left over too! I just remembered that!
If you want anything PM me and we can set something up.
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Man! I am moving so slow here!
Ok, dan and I hang out, it was great, we shredded a bunch, blah blah blah.....sleep sleep sleep.
The next day we were up and fed pretty early and left to pick up Andrew Grant from the Airport.
My dad gave me the convertable PT cruiser for the day. I can't quite believe it myself, but there was a reason I say it was a convertable, we have a second PT cruiser that is slightly older and with a solid top.
My family is so silly.
I stopped the car in an arrival loading zone where you were allowed to stop and load up your car. I left dan in the car to make sure we didn't get a ticket and I ran in to go find Andrew to show him to the car. It didn't take me long before I saw him cresting the top of an escalator. His hair is so long!! that was totally my first thought! We shook hands and said our hi's and stuff and started walking to the car.
I got there and found out I had just gotten a ticket for $25 for being 'parked in a no-parking zone'.
I WAS GETTING THE PERSON I INTENDED ON LOADING!
I tracked the ticket giver dude down and attempted to use logic, which seemed totally foreign to him. I reasoned that I was legally sitting in the loading zone with the intent on loading a person and their luggage into my car. No luck. He told me that he offered Dan the opportunity to move it but Dan said he couldn't because he was from America and wasn't licensed to drive, which was reasonable, but a shame because I still wound up getting the ticket.
I should get on telling my dad about that.
With Dan and Andrew in the car I drove them around Toronto showing them the sights. I was feeling somewhat shut away from the nice day outside the car so at a stop sign I suggested we put the top down! They both agreed and so we totally cruised topless! At one point we came to a stop-light and a homeless guy was walking through the rows of cars hoping for spare change. I made eye contact with him indicating I was willing to spare some change. He walked over and as I was getting change out I noticed I had the last bit of a joint handy and so I stuck my hand out and said 'here's some change and a sweet roach!'
It was so unexpected because I hadn't planned on giving him the roach and then I had that idea right before I went to hand him change. I bet he totally enjoyed that! he could go back to his box and score a little buzz.
We drove around seeing Toronto things until we were all feeling hungry. We planned on eating and then getting down to Union Station for 3:30 to pick up Jon Haber.
We shredded out front of Union in our street clothes waiting for Jon. Andrew can totally go guiltless in his bulky I-path wallabee's, it's so impressive.
Jon finally arrived and we set out for the Hostel to get checked in and set up.
It was mildly tricky finding the hostel since you can't turn onto the street it is on from the logical street one would come in from since it is a one-way the wrong way.
We checked in real easily, it was $40 straight up for two nights which was very reasonable.
The four of us were in room 404 which would eventually also contain Yacine and Johnny.
We picked our beds and soon shred began. It is so hard to resist plunging into more shred when you are in a room entirely populated by other eager players.
At some point we connected with Camille/Andrew and decided to head over to the shred spot for that evening.
From there on in that evening is pretty blurry. I know there was alot of shred, alot of fun, I didn't take alot of pictures either, I guess I was carried away with having fun!
When I first got there I actually had to just drop off Jon/Andrew/Dan as I was supposed to drive all the way back to Oakville, drop off the car and then take the train back in to Toronto.
I TOTALLY missed my train because I was completely unrealistic about how long it takes to drive that distance during rush hour.
I talked to my Dad on the way back and he said that I should try to rendezvous with my sister since she was sent with her husband to grab the car after I dumped it off at the train station. This wouldnt work, of course, since I hadn't gotten on the train. I drove around the station a few times and even went across the street to see if she was at the take-out place she was to be going to. No luck. So I drive home and consult with my Dad as to what to do. He said he'd drive me into Toronto and drop me off, he is always good about bailing me out of situations.
We got in the car, he got in the passenger seat though. He said he hadn't planned on driving that night so the longer he delayed having to drive, the better. I guess that meant he had had a beer or two. I started up the car and he turned and said "Look. Have you got a place you can park the car tonight?" "Yeah" "Well why don't you just take it and we'll pick it up tomorrow when we come to your event."
I wasted so much time that I could have spent clocking hours of quality time with shredders to just wind up back as I started.
Sooooooo I rocketed back to Toronto at 8000 km/hr and dove back into the swing of things right away!
People started showing up and it was so exciting each time a new clump would arrive!
The session went on for hours and only stopped when just after the Kingston/Ottawa crew arrived the U of T campus police came and shut down the fun.
It was past 9 by then so it was a pretty good time to end the jam anyways.
People sort of scattered from there. I had to drive my car to my friend Jeremy's house since I didn't know where the hostel's 'free parking' was.
I was running around getting my stuff done while trying to people juggle and make sure that shredders knew where they were going and I eventually got the message from Andrew that I should just come to the bar since anyone that was going to be going to the bar probably already had by then. I was afraid that some underage players may have stayed back at the hostel fearing the inability to get into the bar.
I got there and saw Camille grabbing her stuff from a big table that had clearly been full of people very recently and she told me to head upstairs right away, there was shred going on!!
I headed to the pool table first and said hi to all the people playing there and then decided to go check out this bar shred that was apparently going on.
I was blown away by what awaited me upstairs!!
There was a huuuge circle of like.. 15 shredders all taking turns with the bag on the dance floor at the pub!!
There was music playing, most people had drinks and everyone was so full of life!I couldn't believe how charged up it all was! People were cheering and clapping enthusiastically after someone had a good string.
I don't remember how long I lasted before I just HAD to get in on the shred!
My friend Jeremy had come along with us to the bar too, I was really glad that he did. He has been around since high school, I never really knew him the whole time and I was always afraid of him. He was 'goth' and I was a fat geeky skateboarder. We eventually met in our last year of highschool and totally hit it off when we went on a mini roadtrip with my friend Katie down to Niagara Falls one winter night.
He's so wierd, it's awesome. He wound up getting along great with my KFM mate Jared, I was glad they both were having a good time at a thing I helped make happen.
In fact, that is basically the most prominent thought/feeling/emotion throughout the weekend. I kept feeling so proud that people were smiling and happy and I was part of the reason they felt that way.
Smiles are so contagious and rewarding!
I really couldn't believe what was going on though. We were in a bar, everyone had access to alcohol if they wished it, we were SHREDDING IN A BAR and the bar manager was totally cool with it!
Mid-session a big burly dude that had been watching us carried over a couch to sit on and watch us!
That guy actually punctuated the evening really well by enthusiastically insisting that we come back the next night. He said they would set up a place just for us to shred so long as we brought the party/$$$$ back to them!
The vibe in the circle was awesome, there were players of all levels and it had a really welcoming feel to it. I tossed a second bag into the rotation to give everyone more time to bust.
I took my time in actually joining the circle, I didn't want to use up alllll of my juice, I needed it for the rest of the weekend!
I was really kinda intimidated the first time the bag came to me. You can REALLY feel all the eyes around you. I think I need to get better so that I can play as good as people expect me to. I am really not that good yet.
Oh well, in time I suppose.
I can't believe I have no pictures of the night session!
I think pictures MUST have gotten deleted, that is unfortunate.
In fact, I definately remember taking lots of pictures that night. Didn't I? Did I just make up a memory? dammit.
If someone could e-mail me a picture of that crazy bar jam I would LOVE it. It was so unbelievable!
Ok, the next day!
Well, there was a slight oversight by the breakfast selection comittee since they missed the bit about the "breakfast" place not being open before 3 or 4 PM. hahah oops!
Most people wound up getting Pita Pit, it was delish.
Johnny and I parted from the pack and headed out to my friend Jeremy's house to get my car since it had the GLASS shirts and stuff. We took a little extra time since I asked Jeremy to take me to the floral shop where he buys his poppies for making 'special tea'.
We got a bunch and headed to the Church for the days exciting activities.
The room we had reserved was nice and big enough to hold the amount of people I thought might come. It was well lit and the floor was smooth, I hadn't seen the venue up until then but I was pleased with Camille and Andrew's selection.
Here are some pictures of what GLASS was like on Saturday:
There, now you kinda know what it was like!
We started the comps around 4:30 or so and they ran real smoothly all thanks to Andrew's hard work and kickass competition managing skills.
Between comps we would fill time by holding raffles for stuff! I gave away a bunch of bags and pins and we gave away a wicked gift that came via air from Winnipeg! Erik Chan sent 5 Hackrifice DVD's to give away as prizes! They have Voyage of the Dawn Shredder and a bunch of other special stuff.
When I went to raffle off one of the baby bags I made I did something even I didn't expect. I dropped the bag to my foot and just started shredding with it and I hadn't really put too much thought into the fact that right then I *was* the entertainment at glass and I had better not fucking drop!
I remember the string felt confident and I hit sidewalk>infinity>sidewalk somewhere in the middle.We had a good system for the raffles. Camille counted how many people had paid the entry fee and then put that many pieces of paper into a hat with numbers on them. No one would win twice and everyone had the same odds of winning, nice and fair.
Someone called out asking who travelled the furthest to be at GLASS and I announced 'Dan Feary!'. He hadn't heard what was asked and thought he won a Hackrifice DVD. I felt so bad telling him he didn't actually win.
The funny thing is that we wound up pulling his number next anyways so he wound up winning the DVD after all!
I like it when that kind of thing happens.We finished up competitions and circles reformed. I was feeling eager to play after having watched all that great shred. Also, I was feeling really proud of Derrick for having competed! That's so brave. He just called right as I finished typing the word brave. spooooOOOOoooky.
We all got fed in different ways and headed to the Peel Pub again for a second night of bar shred. The session was unavoidably smaller since there was a latin dance night going on upstairs.
llaaaaaame.We had an ok spot cleared in the downstairs area and shred still happened. I was feeling really mellow after having had a 2 hour nap at Jeremy's house while working the 'special tea' out of my system. I got a nice big puke out right before heading to the bar and smoked a joint on the way, I was feeling great again by the time I got there.
I spent most of my time teaching Paul how to stitch. He did SO well! He made his first bag the night prior during a bag stitching tutorial I gave in the room to a bunch of drunk/stoned shredders at 4AM. He was set on making a more complex bag despite the fact he knew very little about it all and he did a hack ass job of his first bag since he was not sober.
He actually wound up making a pretty sweet bag that we played with the next day. He made it out of my Ultrasuede that Atom from Brantford brought me. I am SO stoked that Atom could hook me up. It cost me $20 to get a whole bunch of different ultrasuede colours to stitch with. I will ensue intense 32 stitching practice asap!
Here is the bag Paul made at GLASS as it neared completion.
The third day of GLASS was back at the location we played at the first day.
The shred was a little lower key than the other two days but it was really nice. I would call the atmosphere mellow at times.
Though the ever-exciting foursquare kept things lively. We had a ton of silly rules, here are some of my favorites from the weekend:
- any time it lands on the line, Jorden Moir has to go to the back of the line (put in place by me after Jorden repeatedly was the fluke winner of "any time it lands on the line the person at the back of the line moves to the front")
- any time you don't have the bag you have to air-shred
- spikes on
- all fliers
- air-shred+all fliers+spikes on
Here are a bunch more pictures from GLASS:
BUY PINS FROM ME!!!!!!
Or Andrew will kick you with his boom stick.
Somehow andrew made holding a slushie look cool.
Then I went home.
The end.
Tom Mosher
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That post made my day.
Serouisly.
Serouisly.
I think I going to take over Canada. You should help.
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that made me uber happy tom, and really miss all y'all, thanks for including my bag, and that absolutely RIDICULOUS picture of me with no head or feet haha.
anyway, thanks again for everything tom, your rock my socks!
~NEL~
p.s. first thing i did when i got back (aside from recooperate) was to make a 32 haha, look for my blog, pics to come soon
anyway, thanks again for everything tom, your rock my socks!
~NEL~
p.s. first thing i did when i got back (aside from recooperate) was to make a 32 haha, look for my blog, pics to come soon
a few things....
can anyone show me a picture of Ryan Seath where he doesn't look totally badass?
Paul's 12 panel bag was instantly shreddably. I hit a 20 contact run with it the first time I tried it. he made a whole other one on the ride back to rochester.
the bar shred the first night was one of the most amazing footbag experiences of my entire life. The bar people didn't just tolerate us, they supported us, encouraged us, and invited us back. it was insane. the energy in that circle of drunk east coasters was one of the highest I'd ever seen. We played well into the morning, pounding beer right out of the pitchers and heading back into the circle. I hit mobius first try (maybe my 4th ever) at about 1 AM, well drunk and stoned. Everyone was hitting something... Paul hit his first ripwalk (after less than a month of playing) in the middle of the circle, and the crowd went wild!!!! Oh man. thinking back, glass was the greatest. we're totally having a rochester glass this spring.
what else.
Andrew Grant rules. I love hanging with him, he's cool and hits good tricks and he's a great guy. good to see him.
Paul's super cutoff shorts were awesome. he just hacked them apart with scissors so he could kick better.
Jorden is the best footbag player on the planet.
no, seriously. I mean it.
I <3 tom. this was great. I love footbag. I love everyone. Soon, everyone, soon. we've got to keep this energy up on the east coast... jams, get togethers, whatever. FOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG~~~~!!!
I had so much fun. I hope you all come to rochester and sleep on my floor for a weekend in a few months. PLEASE!!! we'll do it all again, I swear. except, I can guarantee, we won't find a bar as cool. but we'll figure something out
By that time of year, I'll just buy a bunch of beer, we'll party it up at my house, and down the block for night shred.
wooooooooooooo!
can anyone show me a picture of Ryan Seath where he doesn't look totally badass?
Paul's 12 panel bag was instantly shreddably. I hit a 20 contact run with it the first time I tried it. he made a whole other one on the ride back to rochester.
the bar shred the first night was one of the most amazing footbag experiences of my entire life. The bar people didn't just tolerate us, they supported us, encouraged us, and invited us back. it was insane. the energy in that circle of drunk east coasters was one of the highest I'd ever seen. We played well into the morning, pounding beer right out of the pitchers and heading back into the circle. I hit mobius first try (maybe my 4th ever) at about 1 AM, well drunk and stoned. Everyone was hitting something... Paul hit his first ripwalk (after less than a month of playing) in the middle of the circle, and the crowd went wild!!!! Oh man. thinking back, glass was the greatest. we're totally having a rochester glass this spring.
what else.
Andrew Grant rules. I love hanging with him, he's cool and hits good tricks and he's a great guy. good to see him.
Paul's super cutoff shorts were awesome. he just hacked them apart with scissors so he could kick better.
Jorden is the best footbag player on the planet.
no, seriously. I mean it.
I <3 tom. this was great. I love footbag. I love everyone. Soon, everyone, soon. we've got to keep this energy up on the east coast... jams, get togethers, whatever. FOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG~~~~!!!
I had so much fun. I hope you all come to rochester and sleep on my floor for a weekend in a few months. PLEASE!!! we'll do it all again, I swear. except, I can guarantee, we won't find a bar as cool. but we'll figure something out
By that time of year, I'll just buy a bunch of beer, we'll party it up at my house, and down the block for night shred.wooooooooooooo!
BRICK!
rfa::never give up::
nyfa
rfa::never give up::
nyfa
hey tom i got your pink and purple bag, and i got dan's dvd. Mr. grant told him to hand it out b/c dan is getting a personalized disk from him. so dan passed it to johnny, and mr. grant told johnny that he is gettiing a personalized one too, i was in the right spot at the right time.
hey tom I can't wait till we do a bag swap....keep up the awsome work stitching, and I'll try to nail down some decent bags so the trade will be fair to you!!
hey tom I can't wait till we do a bag swap....keep up the awsome work stitching, and I'll try to nail down some decent bags so the trade will be fair to you!!
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Here is a link to more GLASS pictures if you simply MUST see more:
http://www.footbag.org/gallery/showset/GLASS
I am SO looking forward to Andrew Grants video!
He caught so many cool things on tape. I know for sure he got the crowd exploding when Paul hit his first ripwalk in the bar!
FUCK that was exciting!
http://www.footbag.org/gallery/showset/GLASS
I am SO looking forward to Andrew Grants video!
He caught so many cool things on tape. I know for sure he got the crowd exploding when Paul hit his first ripwalk in the bar!
FUCK that was exciting!
Tom Mosher
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That guy was a fucker dude. I offered to move the car and he asked if it was my car and I told him no, and then asked to see my license and I showed him it and he's like, "You cannot drive with this here." And then I totally socked him in the jaw and he realized who was boss but I let him give us the ticket anyways because we'd already achieved the moral victory.I WAS GETTING THE PERSON I INTENDED ON LOADING!
I tracked the ticket giver dude down and attempted to use logic, which seemed totally foreign to him. I reasoned that I was legally sitting in the loading zone with the intent on loading a person and their luggage into my car. No luck. He told me that he offered Dan the opportunity to move it but Dan said he couldn't because he was from America and wasn't licensed to drive, which was reasonable, but a shame because I still wound up getting the ticket.
