Sup Space Travlers. I've got a lot of work to do, but I do have good news.
I am no longer using the spare computer. The old robot died... permanently. I was sad, but I have a new robot employee. This one has a pretty good resume. This means that my photos and videos are not trapped on my camera anymore. I should be able to resume my super blog hero quest in the near future.
I've got a lot of adventures planned out for the future brothers and sisters (saying "brothers and sisters" always sounds like cult speak doesn't it?), and I can't wait to tell you all about them. Lots of ideas to share and stories to be told.
In other news, I'm about to become a motorcyclist or as Socrates called it: A "Motorcycler." My classes are next weekend, and I've already secured myself a good beginner bike.
EDIT: HERE IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Photos From Englishland
Good evening Space Travelers, wherever you are. The robot is still broken, so I haven't been able to prep the blog with words about the trip to England. I'm here, and I'm with Space Traveler Taylor Park. Without too much delay, here's the breakdown.
Our trip is a couch surfing trip. During this part of our trip we have stayed with people from a forum I've been posting on for the last 3 years.
We spent a while in Airport-town, and then got on the London Underground which was very stubborn about staying sub-terrianian. From the left to right: Ruth, Taylor, and then myself.
Chatting on the wobbly bridge over the the River Thames after going to the Tate Modern.
Taylor Park and this Large Benjamin fellow. Note: Big Ben is not the clock, it is the large bell inside.
We brought sunshine. How kind of us. Bazza thanked us for getting him out in the sun. Bazza told us stories about the 60s and being a Mod in London. This guy used to sport a jacket and get in fist fights with rockers.
Ruth on a spendid evening in Greenwich after a (very) proper english meal at the Spread Eagle.
More pictures are on their way Space Travelers. Live and love big time. Back to adventure.
Our trip is a couch surfing trip. During this part of our trip we have stayed with people from a forum I've been posting on for the last 3 years.
We spent a while in Airport-town, and then got on the London Underground which was very stubborn about staying sub-terrianian. From the left to right: Ruth, Taylor, and then myself.
Chatting on the wobbly bridge over the the River Thames after going to the Tate Modern.
Taylor Park and this Large Benjamin fellow. Note: Big Ben is not the clock, it is the large bell inside.
We brought sunshine. How kind of us. Bazza thanked us for getting him out in the sun. Bazza told us stories about the 60s and being a Mod in London. This guy used to sport a jacket and get in fist fights with rockers.
Ruth on a spendid evening in Greenwich after a (very) proper english meal at the Spread Eagle.
More pictures are on their way Space Travelers. Live and love big time. Back to adventure.
Labels:
A2K,
england,
photography,
Talyor Park
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