Dead horse kicking.
Let’s get right down to it without any poor first-sentence grammar. Let’s just tuck right in, you and me.
I completely understand SurfAds recent beautiful critique and love him for it, agreeing that balance has been off here lately.
Too much adjacent, not enough surf.
But, and here’s the nasty truth, getting off balance is the joy of this place, or at least for me. Becoming stuck into man-eating Great White sharks, WHOOP, Gisele, Kelly, Diplo etc. Doing what feels fun, funny, all else be damned.
No corporate overlord or corporate anything frowning from a distance. Zero finger wagging aside from you. Sitting at computer and making myself laugh, trying to make Derek laugh and laughing more when frustration boils and laughing again when the joke becomes the joke.
It’s not a great ability but its the one I have.
Dead horse kicking.
Now, I know that rarely makes you laugh, especially these sad days, but you make each other laugh despite me and there I am laughing even more. Oh, surfing is a ridiculous thing. It is the one constant theme in my work. Surfing is ridiculous and so much more than ever as it gets coopted by the Dirk Ziffs and Erik Logans and Jessi Miley-Dyers and Jonah Hills and stinking Diplos of our modern ridiculous world.
It’s funny. It’s absurd. I love it.
So of course it might seem like I am simply attempting to “game” an algorithm by pumping famous names into surf-esque stories but anyone who has ever toyed with online anything knows it ain’t that easy. The robot is weird. Unfortunately, I suppose, what I write here, daily, makes me chuckle.
No more.
No less.
I spoke with Eddie Rothman the other day.
He accidentally called me, trying to call someone else, but then we got to talking and, again, laughing. He said a writer had recently come out with a mandate to capture his story but had to fly home because he developed PTSD hanging there on Oahu’s fabled North Shore.
“You never got PTSD,” he laughed his low rumbling laugh and it is true.
I don’t get PTSD even though I probably should.
Sorry.
Also, stick around? Eight years and nearly 5000 posts in, you are, warts and all, BeachGrit.
Which article is this comment attached to?
check it daily. rarely disappoints. the sarcastic guy in the parking lot belching out the conditions with a funny accent.
on both ends? yes we do!
chronic vertigo has me off-balance so BG is right up my alley, my vector…the only times I experience PTSD is after falling out of my office chair from laughing so hard.
Why does the podcast link bring me to this post?
cute story, Chassie…
BUT, But, but you missed this recent 1,
this story, down in yer neck~o~the~woods, go find it:
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Chassie,
you be a “pro~ffeser”, ain’t that be wright?
you, a dude who taught English, at college,
taught ’em kidz thee use of letterz, wordz, sentancez, paragraphz, etc, wright?
BUT, But, but alllll you do now~a~dayz, {pretty much daily}, is wright sheeee~it about every-one, no?
hey, i guess if it makes you laugh, well, it’z cool…
hmmm.
His fantasies aren’t about her. But, yeah, I’m angry that his potentual as a surf journalist who covered the deeper elements of the sport and lifestyle were wasted to become a pedantic, dismissive, muckraking git who didn’t have the balls to make it about Mick Fanning (neither would I, to be honest) but instead hit us with 10,000 articles about the same damn candles and his man crush on Kelly Slater. His diary entries are fine, they just aren’t worth reading anymore. He is better than this. Surfing and us readers aren’t worth his time or effort. But, yeah, I know.
you fit right in here!
Oh bother. Thank you for expecting better of me. I do the same every waking moment.
yes , Penis/Pussy, Truth, Surfer Disorder…now there’s a subject worth either discovering or burying?
No one’s laughing….
Did Chas Smith just unapologize apologize for being an ass and then a bunch of you gits flicked your bics in support of his non-surf love fluff? Eddie Rothman butt-dialed him? That was fun. Who got eaten by the shark? Fuck journalism, just throw your fingers at the keys and just print whatever comes out. Fbdhrheidbfbeisjdbfksjsbfbfheksm. I almost typed Heidi. Maybe Klum is next. He didn’t even defend what he wrote. He just said “because” and your comments are all, like, “cool.” Chas Smith is now a walking, laughing existential crisis–not for surfers but for time-suck wormholes in other dimensions that cry when we read his words. Beach Grit is becoming “Just Some Beach Shit” and whatever dirt can be spun and spit. Gahhhhh. That’s what I was going to say. Then I decided to write, “I am Beach Grit. It’s all cool, bro. Let’s laugh at it all. Surf is like life. Keep the Giselle jokes coming.” That’s what I meant to write.
Bg used to be cool, but this Giselle thing is lame…
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Oh shoot. Now even the CDC is breaking all the covid-cults narrative. Turns out ur “science” is actually spelled “sucker”
measured in unis and rewarded with jokes/
A little more water time, you’ll get better…
Pretty sure Raglan is a left?
From the lede: “Let’s get right down to it without any poor first-sentence grammar. ” Nope, you just mispelled Gisele “Giselle” in the opening headline. Didn’t even have to wait until the first-sentence for a fuck up. So classic that even Ashton would have to chuckle.
You know I love this joint. I really just wanted the chance to use ‘simpering lackey’ in an article.
Be honest–your whole account exists just so you could use Munga as your avatar for the next 20 years.
I used to use it on Insta and he wrote me a really sweet message asking if I could remove it cos everyone thought I was him. I should prob change this too. Sorry Munga!
you tell him his balls are too big to be contained by social media accounts?
I reckon you could pull off an imitation of exactly the same pose.
Make surf content on the grit available for premium subscribers only. The dirty poors can continue reading about Gisselle and Emily ratatouille
I am Beachgrit
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Right on!!!