A post simply meant to form habit. A mic check, if you will.

Ice skiing over moguls. That’s what Red Bull is making these guys do. Down hills and off cliffs, too. All for a spot in commercials, as far as I can see.

It’s one of their fake athletic events. Like the one where drunk people build construction paper machines and jump in the water.

They did that one in Tempe one year. Appropriate, having fake athletics at the fake lake.

For a few years, the lake smelled like dingleberry broth every summer. Dead fish caused it, I believe.

Enough dead fish to stink up three city blocks, and people still wade in it. The desert causes desperation, you know.

This freewriting is helping. Patterns are emerging (some would call them “sentences”).