tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194977732024-03-12T18:34:35.193-07:00Danger is funUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-24830344553833010222008-10-20T17:22:00.000-07:002008-10-20T17:24:15.912-07:00Old new old.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >From the last while.<br /></span><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=2436919-331" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=2436919-331" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkX-SZTvJ7CMZf_iQUbovYUPM8ZzgefprH0nDiU_n3QJDIwGcd6rbRieEMgij0aPnrMxZraUKRH8okt7U9-LvQhIRD2IG2nFv4hSzm7f56qPwyyYvK49wqK0whH0sHFzqCc6Srw/s1600-h/DSCF9417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSwvHVSjlxACCkBzs51XpM9MXWe5rVDhmH2a0sy8HHO4WIyAhnPOm4n4xAFdGeGP76tccnukXxfpUS__tzBOl88sl1MJKCN8aXt-QAdUMRSFPObCKdp0dV3fY_0dwBPesaqO7pw/s320/DSCF8790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259391990526489554" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-64862941930523585362007-03-15T23:21:00.001-07:002007-03-15T23:21:57.209-07:00...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hiatus. Don't hate us.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1159492206363948202006-09-28T17:44:00.000-07:002006-09-28T18:13:15.420-07:00jams run free.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nothing new as of late. So...here's what I've been sound bombing with as of lates.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Destroyer - <span style="font-style: italic;">Destroyer's Rubies </span>(This guy is not going to be shitty for a long time, I think.)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/Destroyer%27s_Rubies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/Destroyer%27s_Rubies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Raekwon - <span style="font-style: italic;">Only Built 4 Cuban Linx </span>(Wow. You know who's lame? Lupe. I like to skate and all, but...fuck it, I just want to hear about the mass distribution, petty sales and use of cocaine as well as the exploits of those selling and buying both mass and petty amounts of cocaine, really. Also recomended for this: any/all Young Jeezy, everything ever done by Clipse & The Re-up Gang, and Lil' Wayne & DJ Drama's Gangsta Grills mixtapes: <span style="font-style: italic;">Dedication 1 & 2</span>)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/only%20built%204....jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/only%20built%204....jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Test-Icicles - <span style="font-style: italic;">For Screening Purposes Only </span>(They scream and they were like 19. But now they're broken up, so too bad. They broke up before Death From Above 1979. What if Test-Icicles were the guys in DFA 1979's favorite band, and they saw that they broke up and were just like, "Nooooooo! Fuck this, we give up too" That would actually be kind of rad.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/for%20screening....jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/for%20screening....jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Killers - </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Sam's Town</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (I think it's good, sowee. For my money, these guys are the only people on modern rock radio that are worth anybody's time. Doesn't come out for another 3 weeks, I think. A.K.A.--Early dowload situation.)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/Sam%27s%20Town.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/Sam%27s%20Town.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Animal Collective - <span style="font-style: italic;">Feels</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Sung Tongs</span> was getting mad burn last month, now it's this little gem.)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/Animal%20Collective%20-%20Feels.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/Animal%20Collective%20-%20Feels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Prince - <span style="font-style: italic;">Purple Rain </span>(but then again, you probably already knew that.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000002L68.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000002L68.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Microphones - </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >The Glow, pt. 2 </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Doper, prettier, more thrashing than eberything else.)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/a0/220px-Microphones_glow_pt2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 346px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/a0/220px-Microphones_glow_pt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >And a bunch of disco stuff. Like, <span style="font-weight: bold;">a lot</span> of disco, actually. But whatever. I'm itching to play at a party. Someone, anyone, make this happen. Soon. You will not be dissapointed.<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1158778772469594302006-09-22T06:10:00.000-07:002006-09-22T04:07:42.970-07:00it's a war.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Yo. I've been here chillaxin' per usual. So, since summer is dead (like hip-hop?) I'll do a quick "What Have They Been Doing Lately?" edition. About me. So exiting.<br /><br />Theme Song for the Riot Grrl attacks on the Hardcore Junglist Massive:<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I've really just been home all day doing nothing. Which consists of:<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Dr. Phil. </span><font>This Russian girl was sad about her foster parents fighting all the time. The dad</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> was paying a lot of attention to her...yeah, creepers. (It was later found out that there was nothing bad going on, just that her foster mom was a fucking psycho.)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8613.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8613.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Chillin' with Irrrrrrrrrrrrwin. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8619.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Irwin hooked this little triplicate jam up for me. See, I went to catholic school all of my life, so I was never able to do fly shit like this. But now...ha! (Does it look semi-retarded? Yes. Do I now think that I'm spritually <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> much closer to one my idols, Vanilla Ice? Oh yes. Sweet sweet yes.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8741.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Watching</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">copius amounts of</span> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Purple Rain</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8631.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Apolinia = hotsex.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8634.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Prince = hotsexier. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Why is the moon always out in the daytime all of a sudden?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8668.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Peep the composition. (Hint: perfect.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8673.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Watching more stuff (besides <span style="font-style: italic;">Purple Rain</span>.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8677.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Like <span style="font-style: italic;">Howl's Moving Castle</span>. A.k.a tremendous.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8686.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >So there's this ring in the film that willl lead the old lady/girl back to the castle no matter where she is. I wish that I had that sometimes. Like for when I try to go anywhere on the Upper East Side or the Financial District. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8688.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This kid is a beast right now. I don't think that he's going to stop making quality choices for a while. Thank goodness.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8720.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Prize goes to anybody that can hook me up with either Aundrea (preferablly) or Aubrey from Danity Kane. I need that in my life. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8719.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >If someone can put me on with Aundrea, I swear I'll buy you a yacht or an endangered peacock or some shit. So neccesary right now.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8717.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Ok, why hasn't anybody written a critical essay on the similarities between <span style="font-style: italic;">Batman Begins</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Amercan Psycho</span>? This picture is from <span style="font-style: italic;">Batman Begins</span>, but if I said that it was from <span style="font-style: italic;">American Psycho</span>, no one would bat an eye (no pun intended.)<br /><br />Honestly, the similarities are obvious and creepy.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8721.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8721.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >One thing though<span style="font-style: italic;">, American Psycho</span> does not have Liam Neeson's epic facial hair. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8724.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >If i watch this one more time, I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to casually change my last name to Fantana. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8731.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8731.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Somehow amongst all of this engaging activity, I found time to go get a job. (WTF?!, I know.)</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><font><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll be working at the Empire State Building starting sometime within the the next week and a half or something. Awwwwkward. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So anyways, I'll still be playing songs at upcoming jams, don't worry. Only I'll probably have new sneakers on, so, yay. </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1158044624520867502006-09-11T22:41:00.000-07:002006-09-12T00:03:44.586-07:00painter in your pocket.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hooray! I'm back (if only briefly) with some <span style="font-weight: bold;">new </span>hot fire photos.<br /><br />So, Young Christian came back to the city on a lark to get some work done. He got it done. But before he was completely finished, he wasted some time with the kid. We got faded, (for old time's sake) and other dumb things popped off like whoa.<br /><br />Voila:<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I could tell that it was going to be a good night. "Bark at the Moon" situations.<br /> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >So, yeah, the tossled haired one was back. At least he was clean. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8503.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8503.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oops, there goes the booze stink. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8505.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8506.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Ok, sorry Elena, Kristen Pam & Gaby. I was so thrashed that I didn't think to take any photos. My bad. I've been out of the game for a bit, you know. So for a quick recap: Elena's new place = fresh...Kristen, Pam & Gaby = epic, per usual. Drunk kids from Queens = hilarious. Egg whites, turkey, bacon & mayo on an onion bagel = so neccesary. Stolen apple pie = even better. In every way.<br /><br />Anyway, we left (were tossed) from Elena's and walking to the train or whatever, when we see this huge lot of brick upon bricks upon bricks. We decide that it would be a grand idea to enter this odd looking situuation. <br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >It started off simple enough, a nice place to smoke. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8513.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"That sure is a lot of bricks."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8515.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Yeah, it is...lets go!"<br /><br />"Hey, wait don'-"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8526.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Please don'-"</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">5 minutes later. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How the fuck did </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> end up over here?"</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8543.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"I mean, I figured I treked it, but damn, that was far."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8544.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Diva situations. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8546.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >The slight look of disgust on my face, provided by Christian's necklace thing. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >And the fact that he had flippers on. Girly flippers, at that. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Because he had (girly) flippers on, one fell off and he stubbed his foot. I could say that he didn't deseve it, but then I'd be a liar. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8564.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And with is (girly) flips on, he wanted to carry this column back to Canadia. Sike!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Shit was dumb heavy. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Le agony ou defeat.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8573.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Stubbed foot, no souvenir, and new scars. Yay. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8575.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I only ended up with a few pebbles in my shoes. So once again, not to be a nusance or anything, but <span style="font-style: italic;">maybe </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">shoes are better</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">than flip flops</span>, eh?<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8576.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >That one's to show his Livejournal friends that he's a xXcutterXx. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Hey, now that I have seven new MySpace pictures for you, could you please jump in that pile o' garbage? It'll be an awesome shot."<br /><br />"Ok."<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8581.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Shit! I didn't get the legs in-air."</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Eww, whats that?"</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Gross."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8586.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Did you at least get my legs in the air?"<br /><br />"..."<br /><br />"No?"<br /><br />"...uh, no."<br /><br />"Fuck."<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8590.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Dude, your sleeve is black."<br /><br />"Yeah, I know."<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8597.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Long story short, we went back to Elena's and fed the guards some shit about how some guys tried to beat us up. I acted like I punched a bunch of them but was unable to save Christian from being shoved into the trash.<br /><br />They let him clean up in their bathroom.<br /><br />We were both as thirsty as fuck and broke, so we went all <a href="http://sassycat81.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/dvd_kids2.jpg">Telly and Capser</a> up on this spot. Two free bottles later, it was time to catch some sleep. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8602.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Duder is back in Canadadadada. (Hopefully, not blurry.) </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8608.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >+p.s.<br /><br />There are supposedly some type of jam situations on the way soon. So, ears up, doggy. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1157858319464800442006-09-09T20:13:00.000-07:002006-09-09T20:18:39.466-07:00some incriminating photographs.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Young Theezy does it again.<br /><br />Sweater. of. cats. wearing. mouse pajamas.<br /><br />Young Ted's sweater game > Now Ted's sweater game.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/Young_Theezy_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/Young_Theezy_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >+p.s.<br /><br />Photos of Christian covered in garbage juices. Soon.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1157737018839367532006-09-08T10:29:00.000-07:002006-09-08T10:36:58.856-07:00ted the electric.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Theodore Unit wins. Again. (He sent me this and asked me to post it, to paraphrase, he "needs the exposure.")<br /><br />-Balloon sweater. Check.<br />-Mullet. Check.<br />-Bad teeth. Got 'em.<br />-Epic literary background situations. Yessir!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/Young_Theezy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/Young_Theezy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >+p.s.<br />As groundbreaking as this post is, I have new shit. (Chyeah!)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1157052153269757992006-08-31T12:20:00.000-07:002006-08-31T12:22:33.286-07:00pink turns to blue.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Rain rain, gone away.</span> <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156790718451528852006-08-30T02:40:00.000-07:002006-08-30T02:15:06.943-07:00so many cakes.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not my birthday, but there was cake<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">*</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Yeah--the candles...I know, I know.) </span></span><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8358.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8358.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" >*Happy Birthday, Mom.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156761897907013542006-08-29T04:39:00.000-07:002006-08-28T11:36:47.596-07:00two hearts in 3/4 time.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have 153 songs with the word 'love' in the title.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8393.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156761644253726282006-08-28T03:38:00.000-07:002006-08-28T03:40:44.266-07:00adult education.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fuck rain. For real.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156658065920524722006-08-26T22:52:00.000-07:002006-08-26T22:54:25.940-07:00busy doing nothing.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >More of the same.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8349.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156597965402686342006-08-26T06:07:00.000-07:002006-08-26T06:12:45.430-07:00dry the rain.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >The past two and 1/2 days have been:<br /><br />a.) Rainy as a motherfucker.<br />b.) Horrible for skating.<br />c.) A downer.<br /><br />I tried to get a shot of lightning striking, but I was constantly 2 seconds late. Oh well.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1156202025954473742006-08-21T16:10:00.000-07:002006-08-21T16:13:45.966-07:00kick her.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Konichiwa, Molly.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/ringwald.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/ringwald.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155758618113552152006-08-16T13:01:00.000-07:002006-08-16T13:03:38.126-07:00typical girls.<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Heartthrob situations.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/ryder%20strong.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/ryder%20strong.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155590301172293502006-08-15T22:50:00.000-07:002006-08-15T19:57:07.186-07:00dogs they make up the dark.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This is a picture that Theodore sent me a while ago. It is his dog in a Yoda costume (obvs.) Why am I posting this?<br /><br />Because I don't feel like writing about places or memories or anything.<br /><br />And come on, honestly. That shit looks awesome.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/yodapup.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/yodapup.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155331209346395742006-08-11T14:09:00.000-07:002006-08-11T14:21:28.233-07:00our summer of teenage lust.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I skate this pretty much every night. Ted liked that the curb under overpass is lined with metal. It's really easy to grind. This is (literally) around the corner from that ex-squat place.<br /><br />I used to sit on the benches where I took this photo from with a girl that I used to go out with a long time ago. Looking back now, (sorry for the lame phrasing/nostalgia) that was my favorite summer. Ever.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8256.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155330412998322422006-08-11T14:01:00.000-07:002006-08-11T14:08:17.853-07:00sheena was a parasite.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This place used to be the creative kids/punk/metal squat situation in my neighborhood. It stopped being that about three years ago. I'm pretty sure hookers or junkies live there now. It's directly across the street from the elementary school/playground (that white wall all the way out of focus, under the street light.)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155224606245693042006-08-10T08:34:00.000-07:002006-08-11T13:57:40.800-07:00dark days, bright nights.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Diner food. Yum.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1155162250430070312006-08-09T15:20:00.000-07:002006-08-09T15:24:10.443-07:00the world is not a cold dead place.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just saying.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8241.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1154801017008396402006-08-05T10:57:00.000-07:002006-08-05T11:03:37.010-07:00driving me backwards.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">In all honesty, I'd much rather had my last night look like this.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/lights_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/lights_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1154661004121979632006-08-03T20:01:00.000-07:002006-08-05T10:56:53.390-07:00schlock and awe.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This the best that <span style="font-style: italic;">John Tucker Must Die</span> will ever look.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8183.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8183.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1154576543990761692006-08-02T20:32:00.000-07:002006-08-02T20:42:56.520-07:00le le low.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Where I live, the pump is open.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8234.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8234.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1154087375904251622006-07-28T03:58:00.000-07:002006-07-28T04:50:53.366-07:00love vigilantes.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >A couple of these are from before I left. The rest...are not. Randoms!<br /><br />A lot of love songs lately. Why?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />53rd & 3rd (<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">not</span> a love song):<br /><br />See, this one's ironic. <span style="font-style: italic;">Drug Free School Zone</span>. Get it? They are selling...right underneath the...oh, you get it!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This one reminds me of that Pink Floyd album cover. <a href="http://pinkfloydsound.com/pictures/albums/300x297/Pink_Floyd_Animals.jpg">(This one)</a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >What I could spell with the fridge magnets at my aunt's crib. I wonder if it's still there.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7561.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I went to the Southstreet Seaport. It was sort of boring. Good people watching spot, though. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7972.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Oooh, good Long Island Ice Teas, too. Maybe, <span style="font-style: italic;">too</span> good even. Faded photos 2x.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8018.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8018.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I was thrashed, but I swear I didn't do this.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Bro`ing out at the Park Slope situation. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jake's like a little worker bee now.</span></span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Laaaame. Just kidding.)</span></span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Oh shit! Ian's back. He was all into <span style="font-style: italic;">Psyche</span>. Not so much for everybody else.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Then it was suddenly the next sunny day and we were chillaxin' with David Johanssen from The MOTHERFUCKING New York Dolls. (cue exited/mindblown face) No big deal. He was just in the T-Mobile store or whatever. The fuck was he doing, copping a <a href="http://www.mobilewhack.com/images/tmobile_sidekick_3_marketing_pic.jpg">Sidekick 3</a>?</span> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Ok, then after that, my sister took me with her to this dinner that she was having with people from her job or whatever. It was pretty rad. All of the (delicious) food & drinks were free. So you know who got faded...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8030.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8030.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >...not my sister, she was rocking the Sprite look the whole night. Laaaaaame.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8041.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8041.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Then the other day, (Thursday I believe) Errrrrrrrrwin & C. Banks came over for some chillaxage (new word alert!) before Banks skated (no pun intended) to Florida.<br /><br />I guess skating is sort of like riding a bike. Errrrrs hadn't skated since, like the age of 10 or some shit, but when he saw mine, he was freaking it like nothing. Weird mojo, eh? </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8131.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8131.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This is the one where I make it look like my room has a fly red light. Not the case, ladies. Sorry.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8148.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8148.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I don't have any photos of it, but we actually made some sizzurp. Like the Three 6 Mafia/Hoston kind. (Minus the cough medicine. Can't go wasting the house supply of Robotussin.) We used: Bacardi Razz, 99 Berries, Sprite and last but certainly not least, Cherry Jolly Ranchers.<br /><br />I shit you not when I say that the final concoction was dope. So faded by 7:30. This one was taken at around 11 or so. At this point, we were all pretty much out for the count.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF8166.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF8166.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >+p.s.<br /><br />New (0ld) stuff should be up sooner than later. I hope.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497773.post-1153966682694827782006-07-26T18:30:00.000-07:002006-07-26T19:21:10.900-07:00away from the snakes.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >As most of you know, I was vacationing (is that a real word?) in Florida last month. Here are some pictures from that. Actually, these are all very photo-ey (<span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>not a word. I know.)<br /><br />We can vacation, you can be my parasol:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the morning that I left, the moon was out. Strange. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7607.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >American Airlines. Blows.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7623.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7623.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Oh, but not my seat. This is New York, btw. Probably somewhere like Bayone or Queens or something.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7640.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >My attempt to copy those shots from that Nick Zinner book. Actually pretty succesful. I even like that fact that you can see the lens and my checkered shirt. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7647.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >For the record, my sisters rule at having their pictures taken. They did this the whole trip. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7655.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7655.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I don't know, but even the clouds and shit in Florida seem a bit...I don't know, um...flamboyant?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7675.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I was jamming to this shit like veryday. At least twice. Lovely song.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7682.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I win.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7684.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Oh shit! DDR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Extereme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7690.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">At the alley. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7695.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >At the neon golf course. For real, Florida is fucking bored.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7724.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7844.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I don't know (or care) about what anybody else says, this shit was the fucking movie of the year. Hands down! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have lived in New York all of my life and never ice skated once. So what do I do? Go to where it's 100 degrees everyday and get my Brian Botano on. This was mad fun. Check me out at Roccerfeller (sic? probably) everyday starting in November.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7818.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We all went to Key West one weekend. It was not as shitty as the current seaon as the Real World: Key West, thank goodness. (One thing though, get over yourselves, Key West. Key Lime pie is only <span style="font-style: italic;">ok</span>. Fuck. It's in like every store over there. They practically push it down your throat.) </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7749.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7749.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This was at the Holiday Inn we were staying at. That cloud looked like the goddamned Reckoning. I was shook.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7783.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >My father managed to get tipsy after two screwdrivers. I couldn't help but laugh at him all night.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7797.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7832.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7832.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7868.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Elvis documentary I got waaay in to.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >They were waaaay into him. (Sidenote-I wonder what they look like now? Did they do this for The Beatles? The Stones perhaps? Hmmm?) </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7896.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Then I miraculously ended up back in NY. Yaaaaaay!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/1600/DSCF7937.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/143/1931/400/DSCF7937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >+p.s.<br /><br />I'll post something better soon. Random & arty, I think.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0