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It's March 16th. It's a Sunday and it's like 10:30am. No, we're not in New Zealand yet, but we - being Jesse Gamble, Mitch Dyer and Kevin Spooner - are going to be there in a couple months. Crashing in to town like a wicked tidal wave combined with a hurricane Tsunami from the distant future sent by the space-ghost of the resurrected zombie Lenin, we're going to be landing in the beginning of May.

From there, wheat ventures await us, we've not the faintest idea. Spoons is planning on playing hockey with long time buddy Evan Miller - who skipped out and went early. Jerk. - while Gamble and I plan on walking out of New Zealand's Auckland airport and telling a Cabbie to "Take us somewhere awesome".

I hope that ends up safer and more alive than I expect it to.

With any luck I'll be able to update this as things happen down there, but I don't know how much time we'll be spending in Intertron cafes. I see us jumping out of planes (am I legally allowed to do that now?) and rolling down hills in plastic balls instead of updating this thing for the six people who read this blog: OUR PARENTS.

Yeah. We're totally cool, guys, we swear.

Anyway, I need to... go do something besides write this stuff.

Peace out readers.

-MD