Surfline Man feels a jolt like a lightning strike
or something sudden and electric. The course of his life just like
totally changed.
It’s flat today. All the pretty graphs and
pictures show the same sad story. No waves.
After flirting with the no-Surfline life, Surfline Man is back
at it. He just couldn’t stay away, so he knows for sure it’s flat,
like everywhere.Surfline Man likes to feel certain about things.
It’s nice.
And how could Surfline Man stay away
from all his favorite cams and charts? He tried
checking the surf in person, the way his bestie Dylan told him to
do it. But it just got so tiring. How many times did he walk down
the trail to Trestles only to be like, so totally disappointed? Too
many times, that’s how many! And it was so far!
Then Dylan moved back to Santa Cruz, so there was really no
reason to go to all the trouble of parking the Sprinter and walking
around and looking at things. If Dylan wasn’t there to see, why
should Surfline Man do all that work?
Surfline Man learned that checking the surf is actually really
hard and time-consuming. He’d much rather sit on his couch, all
comfy and chill with his laptop and look at the internet. Surfline
Man missed watching his favorite graphs change colors and he likes
to know exactly what the tide is doing.
How else will he know these important surfing things? This is
the very best way. Anyone who says otherwise is totally lying.
Besides, friends don’t make friends work hard. That should be a
rule, if it isn’t one already. Surfline Man knows exactly how core
he is. He doesn’t need to prove it to anyone! Dylan was such a dumb
poser, trying to be so cool all the time.
Anyway, it’s flat and Surfline Man is definitely not surfing. So
he’s cleaning his garage and whistling tunelessly, the way a guy
whistles when he’s out in his garage doing important surfing guy
stuff.
So far, he’s re-arranged his boards in the rack. It was hard to
decide if he should organize them by color or by size. He went with
size, but he’s still not sure if it’s the right choice. Maybe color
would look better?
It feels super important that his boards look totally perfect in
his garage. Maybe someone will come over! He would not want to have
his boards looking like super shabby. That would be like, so
embarrassing.
Surfline Man looks sadly at the empty space where the red fish
that Mike the shaper made for him used to sit. Too bad it got
stolen on that awful day he tried to surf Ocean Beach. Never again!
Fortunately, it didn’t take long at all to get the Sprinter’s
window fixed. But his beautiful red fish was lost forever. It’s
definitely time to find a new perfect fish. Blue, this time, for
sure.
Red is like, so over.
While he’s thinking about his old board and maybe his new board
and what it should be, Surfline Man pulls down his box of fins.
He’s not at all sure how he ended up with so very many fins, but
you never know what you might need, and Surfline Man is keeping
them all. Even the quad set, never mind that he doesn’t have a
quad.
You never know! Things can change so fast. Surfline Man starts
to bring order to the chaotic jumble. Obviously, he needs to buy
more boards. It would be a shame for all these awesome fins to go
to waste!
Surfline Man leans against his workbench where he does all his
important surfboard stuff and opens his phone. Instagram pops open
and he begins to scroll. Surfboards, so many beautiful surfboards.
The images pass by his eyes in a blur of color. What if he could
ride them all? It would take a whole lifetime or more! So many
lifetimes for so many surfboards!
Surfline Man stands there struck by the immenseness of the
infinity. Dylan tried to get him into smoking weed, but Surfline
Man is pretty sure he doesn’t even need it. He’s just like, so
amazed by the whole world and all its possibilities! And he really
loves surfboards so much.
Weed just made him super dumb and he stared at the same spot on
the wall for like an hour. It wasn’t that fun at all.
Then he sees it: A job ad. Editor of Surfer Magazine. Surfline
Man feels a jolt like a lightning strike or something sudden and
electric. There, he was, contemplating the endless lineup of boards
he’d like to ride, when whammo! The course of his life just like
totally changed.
And just in time!
Surfline Man could really use a job. Ever since evil Trey got
all stoked on AI, he hasn’t hired Surfline Man to do any cool
little projects. That’s been such a huge bummer! Surfline Man likes
to feel useful and it never hurts to make some extra money.
An adventurous surfer like him never knows when he might need to
buy a new surfboard or replace a window on the Sprinter.
Then there was that whole thing where he and Dylan were going to
start a surf brand. Surfline Man was super excited and even
designed some totally perfect board shorts. It cost him a pile of
cash to get out of the lease on that retail store, too. Stupid
lawyers. But they couldn’t come up with a good name, and everyone
knows you can’t have a surf brand without the most perfect
name.
But Surfline Man could so totally be the editor of Surfer
Magazine. For one thing, he knows all about surfing. This seems
like a super important qualification right there. Like, really,
really important. Surfline Man knows all about where the waves come
from — the cute charts and graphs at Surfline! — and which board to
ride for every situation. He’s practically an expert!
Surfline Man scrolls through the job ad. What other
qualifications could he possibly need? A degree in English,
journalism, or related field. Surfline Man definitely does not have
one of those. His field is not even related at all. This is very
disappointing. He feels so depressed right now. He bright future is
over before it can even begin.
But Surfline Man did take an English class in college. He did!
Surely, that’s enough!
Surfline Man remembers that English class so well. He had to
read this dumb book about some dude who went fishing. It took
forever! Then he caught a fish, but like, a shark ate it on the way
home. It was so stupid.
Why didn’t he put his fish in a nice Yeti cooler where the shark
couldn’t eat it? Surfline Man didn’t understand why
this was such a great story that was all important and stuff. Some
dead dude wrote about a fish that he didn’t even get to
eat!
Surfline Man would be so embarrassed if a shark ate his fish
before he got it home. Like, duh, get a cooler, dude.
English class was so dumb and Surfline Man can’t imagine how it
could possibly be relevant to being the editor of Surfer Magazine.
What’s a bunch of dead dudes writing about stupid stuff have to do
with surfing? Nothing. That’s what!
Surfline Man feels as confident about this truth as he was about
making the paddle-out at Ocean Beach that one time. So, super
confident. Nothing bad could possibly come of this at all. Who
needs a stupid English degree. Not Surfline Man!
There’s an edit test, whatever that means. Surfline Man can
write code! He can definitely pass a test about editing. It’s just
words! How hard could it be to edit words? Surfline Man is pretty
sure it’s not that hard at all. He sends emails and stuff all the
time. That’s words. People have told him how much sense he makes.
So obviously, he’s already super good at writing.
The ad says something about SEO, and if he’s honest, Surfline
Man doesn’t really know what that is. But he can always Google it.
Surfline Man is totally sure that Google can tell him what SEO is,
and how to do it. The internet is so smart and can totally help him
learn everything he needs to know. Why does he have to know things
when the internet is like, right there?
Surfline Man is a total ideas man. He knows that about himself.
Wasn’t he going to start the best surf brand ever? That was a great
idea and he has so many more! He doesn’t need to know every last
detail or pass a stupid test. Surfline Man could so totally be the
editor of Surfer Magazine. He would be the best editor ever!
Imagine all the cool places he could travel to do important
research and stuff. Even Surfline Man knows that editors have to do
that kind of thing. And he could look at so many awesome photos.
Just sitting there in his office with a giant screen, looking at
the best surf photos ever. So sick.
And all the famous people he can call. He can learn so much more
about surfing than he already knows. All the pro’s will be his best
friend. They’ll all want to talk to him! And shapers, just like,
sending him free boards every day to try out. Surfline Man can’t
even wait to be an editor. It sounds so awesome.
Surfline Man stands there in his garage, staring off into the
distance, lost in his daydreams. It’s all so real to him. He can
see it now. All those beautiful magazines crossing his desk. All
that surfing and knowing about surfing.
His buzzing phone returns Surfline Man to the present and the
hazy dreams dissipate as he confronts the reality of his messy box
of mismatched fins. Why in the world does he have so many fins?
It’s like some kind of disease.
Surfline Man picks up his phone. There’s a new message. Oh, it’s
evil Trey. Maybe he’s given up on AI, at last.
hey bro how’s it going
Surfline Man rolls his eyes. Trey always calls him bro. It’s
like, so annoying. Surfline Man reads on.
so i created a private equity fund with some guys
we’ve been crushing it so hard
anyway we just bought surfer magazine
bought a few other magazines too i guess
anyway you’re like the surfiest guy i know
want to be the new editor?
