Archive for January, 2009

svmmer o nine

January 20, 2009

travis-decap

if you care at all, here’s a bundle of media from the top of my head that is not shitty (may not apply to all) that we will partake in the consuming of this year/spring/summer:

karl sanders (of nile) – saurian exorcisms (4/14/9)
cattle decapitation – the harvest floor (1/20/9)
underworld iv (1/23/9 is rhona mitra in black leather day)
rome – new material (“scheduled for late june”)
ea skate deuce – (1/21/9 i think)
irepress – sol i sea i (2/17/9)
mastodon – crack the skye (spring o nine)
terminator: salvation (5/22/9 fuckin A)
fast and furious (4/3/9—yea, so what? we’re still gonna see it)
scale the summit – carving desert canyons (2/12/9)
spiritual front – rotten roma casino (this summer we hope)
the watchmen (3/6/9 dr. manhattan would whip superman)
raekwon – only built for cuban linx 2 (“comin real soon”—hmm, sure)

there’s definitely mo, but my head is now skimmed.

bones

January 11, 2009

cheekangadolphiranhaphantah
aaron funk made me do it

1/9/9

January 9, 2009

mood: sloth

listening to: calexico discography on shuffle

today i’m sitting around. i’m supposed to be building a six million square foot deck over on non pariel, but the asphalt guys are laying the driveway, and i can’t very well pull the generator out of the garage into hot-wet asphalt. i already knew i wouldn’t be able to work over there, but i drove there anyway and turned around when i saw forty-nine trucks parked out front. so now, i’m probably supposed to be heading down to the office to work on a new banner for the mailout, but i aint. i don’t feel like drawing today. i feel like driving. need to get a bike sometime this century—would be ill. i went and sat on the new 09ZX10R. GREEN. i need.
gay angle, but it's suprisingly impossible to find a decent pic of this bike
sometime over a year ago, i took this driving trip on a whim. i’m thinking about doing it again this year soon as the passes open. was in the bmw last time, this time, the golf. not as fun, so i don’t know. i went way up through these towns to where we always go four-wheeling and just kept driving over the pass till i hit the desert on the border of nevada. it didn’t really take that long. i went through this marine training camp comin down the back side of the pass. dudes everywhere in camo. i got lost on 395. went north instead of south and had to stop at this shitty gas-station for a map, water and bolo-ties. i remember my car was dusty as hell, the way i like it. people drive about ninety miles an hour out there, on 395. i kinda got into it with this black monte carlo. anyway, i ended up just turning around and comin back the way i went. next time i’m gonna make the loop. on my way back over the pass though, near the top, i stopped at this pullout and climbed a pile of huge boulders that were on the edge of a cliff overlooking everything. of course i had to take a piss off of it. the wind was insane. i had to keep low so i wouldn’t plunge to my death. i made a rock totem up there in this spot where it wouldn’t blow over. i just remembered i have some fritos in the cabinet.

die

January 4, 2009

hi, i need attention. you probably know me. i’m the guy with the red, yellow or white hat. it’s on backwards, as are my huge white oakley sunglasses. i’m an asshole. you might also know me as a dickhead or douchebag. i’m the guy who drives the GIANT truck with the dirt-bikes in the back. yeah, now you remember. i’m that guy. the guy with the tapout shirt. if you ask me, i’ll probably tell you i’m training to be in the ufc, but i’m not. my head is too big for my body. i used to be a fatass when i was a kid, but now i’m just kinda fat with lame, unoriginal tattoos. i like pit bulls only. also, i usually know this guy who can do anything better than you or anyone you know. anyway, next time i see you walking and i’m in my gay-ass truck, i’ll be sure to rev the engine when i pass you. you’ll know it’s me because of the tapout, fox, norcal or calvin-pissing-on-a-truck-logo sticker in the back. and maybe, if my friends are with me, i’ll call you a faggot and try to peel out. really though, this douchebag image wasn’t my idea. it’s just that everyone else is doing it and i’m somewhat of a massive tool. budweiser-4-life. i have a small dick.