like getting hit in the face with nunchucks.
as i was getting off work today at 3:30pm so i could go to microsoft campus to meet with a guy from the xbox team about an upcoming redefine article, i saw a guy across the street from the spaghetti factory, waving around fucking nunchucks like a baton. he had obviously practiced for a while and looked totally sweet. i was in a rush to leave but i could not pry my eyes away. i considered photographing him with my camera but felt too self-conscious to do so. so, all the while with nunchuck man on my mind, i made my way back to my car. to get to my car, every day, i have to cross this metal rope.
i tripped this time — for the first time ever — and did the worst kind of faceplant ever.
the kind of faceplant that gets your black pants all brown and dirty.
the kind of faceplant that plants your laptop into the pavement with a horrifying crunch.
the kind of faceplant that slams your camera into the ground and makes its lens cap fly off.
good stuff. wait. no.