Go fishing man, it's not as exciting as skiing but the peaceful feeling is close to the same. On the weekends or after work I get out there when the sun is just coming or going and everythings quiet while you just sit there listening to the creek babble by you, animals will wander by the breeze or fog blows through your hair and makes you damp and one with the creek, and every once in a while one of those elusive bastards will come up and snatch you away from your peace by taking your bait and leading you on the adventure you actually set out there to accomplish. Then you get to look that beautiful sucker right in the face and say, thats right I just came into your house and fooled you and now i got ya, just before I let em go and bait up for the next few minutes of peaceful bliss.
Seriously the way America pines over celebrities makes me ill. It's life, lives end all day. Yeah, sad, a kid died. How many kids are dying all over the world due to far more sinister negligence? Nobody seems upset about that, but when a wrestler dies, oh snap the gloves come off and its hardcore emo crying time. Lets all wear black bandanas and listen to dashboard for a week until the next American idol is voted in and we forget all about that poor schmuck from last week.