To be frank, I didn't know quite how to go about introducing this section of the blog.
"Am I manic enough right now to do justice to this inaugural planking post?", I wondered, sitting here in the side yard of Oren's place in Monterey.
And, "While this blog has embraced its fair share of the absurd and asinine*, do I really want to go whole hog on that front**?"
But then I thought back to when I first heard about planking***, and I became inspire to push forward with vigor.
If you have heard of planking, yes, sadly it's become a feature of this blog. If you haven't, then I encourage you to click on the link above.
The origin:
At a bachelor party for my dear friend Peter a couple of weekends back, I was introduced to the idiot's Theory of General Relativity. In something that only Australians could have come up with, planking entered into my world like a terrible vision to some half-witted prophet.
After sitting there for a weekends worth of gestation, this superlatively stupid idea emerged out of the other half of my brain, like some sort of moronic butterfly.
So, without further ado, and in the spirit of all of the great fools that have graced our world through the years, I'm pleased to share the ne plus ultra of inanity, the latest contribution towards the ultimate decline of culture within Western civilization,
Planking Across America:
Planking the front porch of 3946 Davis St., Departing Portland, Self Portrait
My god, look at that exquisite form. Like a horizontal Ken Sailors, I lay and ply the trade of the honest.
This inaugural planking post is dedicated as a bachelor party gift to the man who inspired this section, Peter Olah. This one's for you, Pete.
*Hm... new masthead?
**Irrelevant point as of this typing. The truth is I was already too deep to get out when I began this post.
***"Potentially dangerous". Let the sensationalism commence!
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