Thursday, December 4, 2008


Going to see them this Saturday... Count it!!!!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Something I wrote a while ago, but would like to share

There is no doubt in my mind that we as a society have our priorities mixed up drastically. The middle class person is suffering because the rich are looking out for themselves. The problem is the rich are the ones we the middle class are looking for answers to our financial problems. When everything is said and done, they are still going to be rich, and we will still be living in poverty. This is a problem.
I have been giving this a lot of thought since I have become a teacher, and can be honest in saying that I have never thought about it until I was teaching. Maybe it was me getting older as well… it can be a mixture of things including our economy being flushed down the toilet. I really do not have an answer for that, but I can say that I have thought a lot about it. I have also thought a lot about how our “role models” seem to thrive, and go untouched while the people who make a positive impact on every day lives somehow skim by day-to-day. I think about the pop stars, professional athletes, actors, and actresses who are able to make millions and millions of dollars for essentially playing a game, or giving a good performance. It is absolute insanity that this is the case. The unfortunate part is these “role models” for our youth are the worst people we could ever hope for. What is even more unfortunate is we as society are the ones who have created these monsters. What is the answer? What can we do? What the real question is, what are we willing to give up? Professional athletes strike when they feel they are being treated unfairly. Can we honestly look ourselves in the mirror as a society and say we are being treated fairly? I look at these people who are making the millions and millions, and wonder, “do they remember where they came from?” Some of them came from poor communities, towns, schools… the ghetto. What do they do to better the situations of the communities they grew up in? I have no idea, I guess that is what I am wondering. Would it be possible for an entertainer to make it in society by only making a million dollars a year? I honestly have a problem thinking they couldn’t, since people are able to live with a lot less.
I understand that it is a free market, and if some fat cat is willing to pay somebody some crazy amount of money to do the thing they are doing then it would be dumb for them not to take it right? (Especially since we live in a “look out for yourself, screw everybody else” kind of country.) I really get that, but why is it fair for them to be put in that situation to begin with? Why can’t that rich fat cat person with all the money donate some of that money to the city or town they live in, or maybe to the people who deserve it (teachers, police, fire fighters, doctors, etc?) Why even offer people that kind of money to do what they are doing to begin with? Why cant owners donate the money they spend on players to the community they inhabit?
Role models? It is insanity to me that people like “Pacman” Jones can get paid millions of dollars to PLAY football after being arrested, and suspended from the NFL. Or that movie stars are able to publically get arrested for drugs, drunk driving, having drugs while drunk driving, and get off the hook for being who they are. Would anybody else get away with basically murder because they are a professional… sandwich maker (I’m looking at you OJ)? I really doubt it, but they should be treated as fair as any other professional in this country. The thing I guess I am getting at, is we are paying the way for these “stars” to do whatever they want, and in turn influence our youth. It is ridiculous that Kanye West can flip out in the middle of the airport, and get away with it. If a “regular” civilian did the same I am sure they would have gotten seriously injured, and arrested. These people are our role models, and I really think there is something wrong with that. The dumbest thing somebody said was, “I am not a role model,” this was said by former professional basketball athlete Charles Barkley. Charles Barkley was an awesome basketball player there is no doubt about that, but what would be so bad about wanting to be a role model, and somebody to look up to? He was an 11 time All-Star, Olympian, and after he retired we was an NBA commentator. Why not be a role model, he would make a great role model in my eyes. To my knowledge he never had any trouble with the law… oh and not to mention he made millions of dollars in the process. On the other hand there is Kobe Bryant who is also an awesome basketball player has a salary worth millions of dollars with the Lakers, and makes even more in endorsements… seems like a lot considering he was accused of rape. I know if I were accused of rape I would have gotten fired, and would never get hired back. Is that fair? I guess I just have a real problem with people getting paid so much money to do something many of us pay to do for fun, and get an infinite amount of get-out-of-jail free cards, or get the chance to publicly announce that they don’t want to be associated as a role model.
Now I know a big thing that movie stars, professional athletes, musicians all deal with tabloids, and fans. I am also sure that is a big part of why they feel they should be paid so much, but isn’t that the point of what they are doing? However consistently putting themselves in the limelight is not helping their cause. Maybe people feel they have the right to know everything they are doing because the people are paying their livelihoods.
This brings me back to my original question. What can we do, and what are we willing to give up? Well I mentioned before that professional athletes, writers, actors, and actresses all strike when they feel they are being treated unfairly. I guess the only way I can see anything happening would be if the people went on strike against the entertainment industry as a whole. It’s a supply and demand industry, and we should demand what we think is right, just like how people in entertainment demand what they think is right. The thing to keep in mind is they obviously can care less about us as a society.

My new Casa

Well, I did it, I bought myself a house. I honestly didnt think I had it in me, but here it is.

Friday, November 21, 2008

A poem by Mr. Charles Bukowski


you’re a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I’ve ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.

beast beast beast
she kissed me,
what do you want for

Monday, November 3, 2008

Fuck Politics

I wish they had a politican poster that said Nope. Eff politicans, and politics. They dont give a rats ass about anybody other than themselves... but these posters are pretty funny. I think the Mad Magazine one says it best.

The Decline

Here are some lyrics from the Nofx song The Decline. With all this political crap going on these lyrics kind of hit home when I hear them. Turns out punks have a lot to say that many people dont get a chance to hear. Anywho, here are the lyrics. If you listen to the song with them it is much cooler

The Decline
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how'd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of god
The fear of change
The fear of truth

Add the bill of rights, subtract the wrongs
There's no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Aren't ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
There's a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
There's a carcass of my brother william
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Don't pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed

The christians love their guns
The church and nra
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths

The story book's been read
And every line believed
Curriculum's been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in detroit
A dime in california, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months
It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch

Don't think (stay)
Drink your wine (home)
Watch the fire burn (be)
His problems not mine (safe)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling
(for each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
I'd buy a government
America's for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(a good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one

Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head
Llike a barry manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
They're betting you won't care (you won't...)

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members
Club we've got ours
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green

We are the queer
We are the whore
In the class war

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Tuesday, October 21, 2008



Date: 2008-07-22, 10:18AM PDT

Bike for sale

What kind of bike? I don't know, I'm not a bike scientist. What I am though is a manly guy looking to sell his bike. This bike is made out of metal and kick ass spokes. The back reflector was taken off, but if you think that deters me from riding at night, you're way wrong. I practiced ninja training in Japan's mount Fuji for 5 years and the first rule they teach about ninja biking is that back reflectors let the enemy know where you are. Not having a rear reflector is like saying "FUCK YOU CAR, JUST TRY AND FIND ME".

The bike says Giant on the side because it's referring to my junk, but rest assured even if you have tiny junk that Giant advertisement is going to remain right where it is. I bought this bike for 300 dollars from a retired mercenary that fought in both World War 1 and World War 2 and had his right arm bitten off by a shark in the Phillipines while stationed there as a shark handler. When he sold it to me I had to arm wrestle him for the honor to buy it. I broke his arm in 7 places when I did. He was so impressed with me he offered me to be his son but I thought that was sissy shit so I said no way.

The bike has some rusted screws, but that just shows how much of a bad ass you are. Everyone knows rusted screws on a bike means that you probably drove it underwater and that's bad ass in itself. Those screws can be replaced with shiny new ones, but if you're going to go to that trouble why not just punch yourself in the balls since you're probably a dickless lizard who doesn't like to look intimidating.

The bike is for men because the seat is flat or some shit and not shaped like a dildo. If you like flat seated bikes you're going to love this thing because it doesn't try to penetrate your ass or anything.

I've topped out at 75 miles per hour on this uphill but if you're just a regular man you'll probably top it out at 10 miles per hour. This thing is listed as a street bike which is man-code for bike tank. The bike has 7 speeds in total:

Gear 1 - Sissy Gear
Gear 2 - Less Sissy Gear
Gear 3 - Least Sissy Gear
Gear 4 - Boy Gear
Gear 5 - Pre-teen Boy Gear
Gear 6 - Manly Gear
Gear 7 - Big Muscles Gear

I only like gear 6 and 7 to be honest.

Additionally, this tool of all immense men comes with a gigantic lock to keep it secure. The lock is the size of a bull's testicles and tells people you don't fuck around with locking up your bike tank. It tells would-be-thieves "Hey asshole, touch this bike and I'll appear from the bushes ready to club you with a two-by-four".

Bike is for 150 OBO (and don't give me no panzy prices)

it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Inspirational Posters...

A friend sent me these recently, and they are awesome... Enjoy.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


So I dont drink coffee all that often, infact only the days I go to work. My favorite part of drinking coffee is the smell of my pee after I am done. I think that it is hilarious that it honestly smells just like coffee. I just thought I would share that with you guys. So the next time you drink coffee, smell yer pee.


Friday, September 12, 2008


Came in today, and I am stoked. Also got a few really cool stickers. Thanks a Million Max!


Took this picture in Frankfurt Germany. It was seriously 20 feet from the hotel I was staying at. Pretty bad ass, but I didnt see any bikes...


I only have a handfull of shots of me riding. Here are a couple taken coming home from Primer Nationals. Thank You Shika!!!!

Stay True, Eff The Blue

Me and Karina after a Giants victory in L.A. She is a Doyer fan, but I dont hold it against her

More like Jokey Journal... I hate this website.

Dumbest thing ever. What was meant to be a place for people to go, and talk to other people who ride has become like fucking high school. You have the "cool guys" who know everything, and spit on the people who need a little bit of help.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Just a couple of quotes from Charlie Bukowski. If you dont know him, check him out. He is hilarious.

"Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste."

"I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there."
-Charles Bukowski

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

My Favorite Max Grundy Picture

Went and saw his booth at Primer Nationals a couple weeks ago. The guy is talented.

Escape From L.A

Supa Sick

Painted by Max Schaaf for Nao of Psycho Wheels. Pictures stolen from 4Q Conditioning, and Psycho Wheels


Patiently waiting for its arrival

CANT WAIT!!!!!!!

When ever I check my mail and see that little manilla package I wet myself a little. This one looks sick.

Kinda back

So I havent been on this much, but I have gotten inspired by looking at all these other blogs. So now I am just gonna steal some stuff that I thought was pretty amazing. These photos are taken from Blue Moon Kustoms. It is obvious this guy is super talented. I was in AHHHH while looking on his page. Tons of cool stuff!