Man I aint seen a toy I would punch a child in the head for in a while. The Thriller toys are a tribute to Mr. Jackson and his most awesome video. If it wasn’t for the ridiculous price of $100 per figure I would be all over these f*ckin’ things. The whole concept just works really well with the big heads and everything. If you’ve got the scratch Pre-Order Now. More photos after jump.
I’ve never had the pleasure of tasting this specialty bottling of Old Forester so when I saw it at BevMo last week I had to swoop it up. They also had a 75th Anniversary Prohibition Repeal box set with a smaller bottle of what I assume is “commemorative” whiskey and a sweet Old Forester sniffy glass.
Again I find myself totally impressed by what is in my glass. This particular bottling was distilled in 1997 and bottled in 2009. So it is double digits in age, always a good thing. At 97 proof it is exceptionally smooth with a splash of cold water. Initial prognosis was vanilla, cranberries, bacon. It has a nice dark complexion and looks great in the glass. Sweet flavors left the glass smelling like some sort of bourbon infused cotton candy the next morning (typical of most older bourbons).
I really like it and will be drinking it only on special occasions… maybe birthdays (durpa durp). Over time I have found that if I drink the fancy bottles like they are every day pours I am sad that they are gone so fast. So I’ve been trying to make anything over $45 last a while.
My black friday splurge, well the part of it that didn’t get oversold and left me without nice jeans đ Haven’t actually seen the flannel in person so I don’t know if it’s gonna be a super soft flanny or something more like the other ludwig flannels I own which are like polyester or something kinda thick and furry. It is very much yellow the alternate being a black and purple one which I just couldn’t see myself wearing.
It’s taken a few months but I have made a little progress. I coated my frame and fork in hot rod black primer after stripping all the paint off. I was rockin’ the raw steel but was noticing little rust spots appearing anywhere water had been for more than a few seconds. So I sanded it down, threw some paint on it and boom. Also got the bigger pink tires in. It’s still missing a few ingredients but all in due time.
I was gonna let thanksgiving go without the old creature slappin’ turkey makin an appearance??? DID YOU!!!!!??? WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP
Lat night I was at a cool little Japanese food spot me and the old lady frequent and as I was slurping my Miso soup I noticed that as it sits it is perpetually in motion like a cloud that is constantly growing into itself but never actually grows in size. I stared into it and realized that is what it feels like is happening in my brain whenever I did psychedelics in the past.
In a sense the bowl of Miso was like a brain with lines in it, but after a while of growing into itself like my brain would on psychedelics those lines began to turn into holes. Xty pointed that out once I told her “this is your brain on psychedelics.” Then it hit us… Opening your mind = holes in the brain! Which we all know drug are known to make caverns in the brains if abused. If psychedelics causes the brain to grow inward and that causes the lines in your brain to turn to holes you literally open the space necessary for viewing life as it really is (whatever that means to you and your kinfolk) Either way love those around you, eat the Miso it’s delicious and enjoy your small estate on this planet < universe < time + space… our time is short… ummmmm… Flash Forward!
I woke up late for church this morning and decided to clean up around the house a bit. I got outside to my patio and noticed that my plant has again been covered in tiny orange balls with legs (??) For the past few weeks I’ve noticed these things attacking my plant. After a few minutes on Google I discovered these things are called Oleander Aphids. For a while I tried burning each one with a stick of incense but found that just hosing them off works fine.
These things are pretty weird. They only appear on one of my generic white flower plants(no idea what it’s called). I also have strange little black aphids on my Ficus but have yet to discover exactly what they are. These little orange guys reproduce really fast. Every few days I hose down a few stems on the plant. Peep this though:
Aphids donât have sex. In fact, in natural colonies there are no male aphids. The females reproduce by cloning themselves (pathenogenesis). They also give birth to live nymphs, rather than lay eggs. When a colony lands on a host their population explodes. When it gets a little crowded, some of they aphids will develop wings so that they can fly to new host plants. If you have an aphid infestation the best way to get rid of them is soapy water or certain kinds of oils. Generally if you give them a good spray down with the soapy water they wonât be back.
Read more: http://www.ayavaya.com/bug-photos/oleander-aphids
I am apparently up against some shit right out of a sci-fi (or syfy) channel original movie. This is the stuff that keeps me happy we have yet to discover other lifeforms or alternate universes because there has to be one out there somewhere where these things are king. Maybe they even walk upright and resemble us in some weird way. Asexual beings that birth live miniature clones of themselves. Not only that but they also secrete some sort of nasty toxin so other bugs that try and eat them are poisoned and those who don’t die from it are condemned to a life of deformed wings and wonky web spinning (according to link above)
Naturally my thoughts drift and I think back on how earlier this week the Vatican Observatory stated it would indeed consider extraterrestrial alien life part of Gods Plan. “If biology is not unique to the Earth, or life elsewhere differs bio-chemically from our version, or we ever make contact with an intelligent species in the vastness of space, the implications for our self-image will be profound… Just as there is a multitude of creatures on Earth, there could be other beings, even intelligent ones, created by God. This does not contradict our faith, because we cannot put limits on God’s creative freedom.” said the Rev. Jose Gabriel Funes. This goes to show that humans are kind of greedy in their quest for knowledge, preparing to understand extraterrestrial life forms while our own is in shambles. There’s oodles on this out there, here is a nice starting point: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=120291244
Which then makes me wonder, would the average Christian welcome an intelligent life form from another dimension before a person with a different lifestyle or ethnicity from his own universe. How pretty would said alien need to be? If it were more like the Predator would we just attack? Would we befriend the aliens if they were more like the ones form Earth Girls Are Easy?
I mean who knows? I know most folks probably aren’t ready for that sort of thing. I like to think of myself as slightly ahead of the herd and I know I aint ready for aliens. I can barely figure out how to wrangle the remainder of my small family. Just the thought of aphids cloning live nymphs in my side yard is enough to urk me.
This made me laugh a few times.
Oh me oh my, this flannel is ugly! Must have…
I totally dropped the ball this year on Halloween, I don’t really know why I just did not give a sh*t this year. I realized I was looking for costumes 2 days before it and just said fuuuuggit. What I did manage to do though was to take apart my bicycle and chemically remove the 6 layers of alternating orange and yellow as well as 2 layers of primer and burgundy spray paint from the frame and fork. It took a few coats of paint remover but I got all the paint off and was disappointed to see the crappy welds that hold my frame together, it’s all kind of crude. Paint remover is pretty radical though.
After a while it started feeling like a tank and the anxiety I had about going in and tinkering with the bike was replaced with a zen like comfort that it is just a bike. I mean you can see it all right there in front of you. No matter how bad I screw up there’s always the local bike shops.
I did all with an allen wrench set, a long flat head screw driver, a small hammer, two large phone books, one small phone book and two trips to the bike shop for a lock ring and bottom bracket remover ($30). I also had to snatch a bag of bike tools from my moms house (priceless).
It was really cool to be able to get it all back together again too. Banging on steel with a phone book and a hammer was ghetto but it worked out nicely. It’s all coming along, need to get a wheel set and a new headset and then I will paint the frame flat black and probably change my handlebars. For now I just have raw steel and I’m hoping it doesn’t begin to rust.
Bike are for tweekers. The tools are all tweeked out too. Grease smells like grease. I smell like grease.
Speaking of Conor he recently made these nice Halloween prints. I believe he has a few left so grab them up! Nice thick prints, good price!!
18″ x 24″ One color (Black heavyweight semi gloss) printed on 100% Archival/Acid free, French Heavyweight edition paper. This is a limited edition (50) serigraph art print by Conor Hunter AKA ‘Aero’. Contact him if you would like a print. Signed & numbered.
$15.00 + shipping
More photos after jump. Continue reading “I LOVE LA – Halloween 2009 – STILL SOME LEFT!!!”
Last week was pretty stellar. A little of everything really and my good friend Conor was here all week so you know we went deep water fishing and scuba diving. The highlight by far was Conor and I being rear ended by a hot Russian (?) chick with a tremendous booty and a shady friend with an unidentifiable accent. They were rollin’ in a nice Mercedes and they totally rear ended us while sitting at a red light on El Cajon Blvd. Conor’s mini van incurred some damage as well but I did not take any pics since he owns the damaged van (I dunno, it made sense at the time).
The girls were headed to a club or something. They insisted on driving the car even though it was pretty smashed up. I couldn’t get my hand between the wheel well and the tire but the drove off anyways. If you look in the picture above you can see the shady passenger laying low. The driver was nice and very apologetic.
It was a nice car… Thankfully Conor and I were fine. The whole experience was odd. It was kind of like woah did we just get rear ended?
To continue with the crashing theme I wiped out and ate it on my bike this morning. My pedal hit the floor while I pedaling over a speed bump and it sent me flying through the air. I landed face down on the street with my bike under the right side of my body and limbs. Luckily my forearm caught the full impact. I had minor scratches on palms and a small cherry by my arm pit. This guy how ever is quite nasty looking. It looks extra gnar gnar in the photo below because I had driven on the freeway with window down and it sort of dried up and was wrinkling when I flexed my arm. It looks a lot less like a strawberry after washing it off.
