Retelling old tales, going down memory lane, talking about tomorrow, living today, talking shit, giving kudos, past, present, future, so much to say, not enough to say, don’t want to say too much…so what should I post on my blog today?

Well, the year’s coming to an end. 2009 has had some ups and downs for sure. But I’m stoked to be back for the most part. Got a new hold on life and looking forward to the next chapter of it. 2010 will mean bigger and greater things not just for me, but I hope for all of you, too.

Been surfing, working here with my folks at Astrodeck. Re-launching my clothing line and starting a brand new sandal line. So watch for that.

Speaking of my parents. It’s my dad’s birthday today. Yup. December 30. He’s 61 today. How epic is that? The guy has been around and he still likes to snake me out in the water! But it’s cool. Haha, fuckin’ pops.

It also happens to be my parent’s wedding anniversary. 40 years. That’s such a feat. 40 years of anything can get stale but 40 years of marriage…and through their own roller-coasters in life; running a business, venturing out with different art projects, film projects, writing for mags, my mom starting her own non-profit organization with the Marines, raising two boys…just living and surviving life through everything…nothing but mad respect.

Hope everyone has a great New Year of epic proportions!

Been going through a bunch of archival photos we’ve had. They’ve just been sitting here at Astrodeck headquarters. A lot of you have been asking for some updates on pics; old rare stuff, surf and skate photos, random things from when I used to be in a band, etc.

It’s interesting and funny. Weird, too. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. But why is it that most of us like looking at other people’s pics? We like to check ‘em out, crack-up, make fun of the terrible fashion styles and haircuts. Man, I have some gnarly pics of myself at 19 with a mohawk that’s like three-feet spiked up in the air. Haha, I even found some pics of a photo shoot I did with myself in a tuxedo. A. Fucking. Tuxedo.

I went through a box here and found pictures from my gromhood, too. Pretty cool. There’s a pic of when I won my first surf contest. I think I was five-years-old amongst a bunch of eight-year-olds.

Anyway, just rolling along here. Working on the site every day to make it look better and to feed your need.

Thanks for checking it out.

Surfed Salt Creek last week. The waves were pretty decent. Tested out my new Rawson. Got it in a sick bright yellow with some nice graphics on it, too. It wasn’t Bali but it was still pretty fun out there.

And I just had to deal with the biggest headache this morning. Fuck Priceline. Making hotel reservations for the tradeshow in Orlando. It was a nightmare. The customer service guy on the phone was such a fucktard, I felt like slitting my wrists. Tell me, are these online reservations even worth it? I should have dealt directly with my travel agent. I guess that’s what I get for trying to save a few bucks.

Gonna bail Astrodeck headquarters here in a few minutes to go pick up some more swag for the CF online store. Some people have been writing, saying that they can’t find the SHOPPING CART or that they can’t even get to www.christianfletchersurf.com. Now, don’t take this the wrong way…but fuck, how the hell am I supposed to know why it’s doing this? You all should be surprised I even know how to turn the computer on let alone try and figure out all this techie nerd stuff. I guess it’s a problem with the browser you’re using. Or maybe you need to reboot your computer. Or, fuck, I don’t know. Just check back later.

So, yeah, gonna get some more product in for the online store. Slowly but surely, building up more swag. Including a new sandal line. These things are gonna be sick. And I’ll be posting up new pics on here, too. As well as new videos. The super rare shit. Some of this stuff is so funny.

I guess that’s it for now. I’ll write more later. If I fucking feel like it.

I welcome anybody who visits my site. Friends, haters, lovers, fans, groupies, Republicans, dick-draggers, skateboarders, snowboarders, Wall Street types, nerds, Eskimos, borderline retards, tennis players, Angelina Jolie, Rabbis, Lutherans, boxers, violinists, pastry chefs, shit-talkers, people with bunions on their feet, fat chicks, skanks, bankers, artists, musicians, hillbillies, cross-eyed kooks, unicorns, dentists, longboarders, ping-pong players, the whole state of Alaska, tap dancers, vegetarians, carnivores, clowns, diabetics, cholos, crips, bloods, groms, old-timers, taggers, yoga instructors, lispers, Armenians, architects, actors, and especially your sister and your mom.

Whoever, whatever, whenever. It’s all good.

I hope you’ll stay along for the ride.