Posts Tagged ‘books’

2012-1

Monday, January 2nd, 2012

Happy New Year!
Whoo-hoo!
Okay, now can-it and let’s get to work here. We’ve got things to cover:

1th
Utah in 4 days. I got $5 that says I get no more than 9 runs in, over 3 days. Last time I was in Park City people were telling me what a horrible year it was. That was six years ago. This year people are saying “No really, this is the worst year ever.” I’ve seen this before, Jackson Hole in 1998 and again in 2004. Worst years ever.

Anyway, if you need me from Friday–Monday I will be camped out at CobraDogs.

2st
There was a mini QCC ‘leven thrown down. It was just me and Chip. And it involved Ashley’s and JJ’s Fish and Chicken.

Ashley’s: Located at 15rd and Center, people have been talking about this place being more legit than Speed Kween, which seems to be a point of contention. So we went. Parked the Silver Spurt and walked in. The interior is void of any seating, except for like 3 chairs against the wall. There  was also Mortal Combat II, Ms Pac Man, some zombie shooting game, and a couple of unplugged video poker machines. The entire customer area was about 300sq. ft. and somehow they claim to run weekend buffets in this joint.

There were several menus, but none of them had pricing on them. One menu featured “Rack of Ribs” (no pricing), so I stepped to woman behind the bulletproof glass.
“I’ll have the rack of ribs?” that question mark represents the uncertainty of what I was getting myself into.
“Beans and slaw?”
“What?”
“YOU WANT THE BEANS AND SLAW?”
“Yeah.”
“AND?”
“A soda…a mountain dew I guess.”
“$19.89”

Shit.
JJ’s: The meal from JJ’s was catfish nuggets, salt, fries, salt and chicken wings with salt. It was like $9 with the salt and a free grape soda.

We went back to Co-host’s joint to eat this mess. The ribs from Ashley’s were stacked like 3 levelles deep and came with 4 pieces of white bread. The ribs were pretty damn tasty. The slaw wasn’t worth putting in my mouth. And the beans, while they looked unappealing they were okay, but not good enough to put in my quickly filling gut.

Moving into the JJ’s meal, Chip had warned me that the fries sucked balls and there may be bones in the catfish nuggets. After one bite of everything we began discussing the finer points of JJ’s triple salting process. That was basically the highlight of JJ’s. That was seriously the saltiest food I have ever consumed. Even when my parents were in their hippie phase and we had goats with salt blocks to lick and my older brother made me lick that salt block, I was thinking, “This is salty, but someday I will eat at a place called JJ’s and it will be way saltier.”

In the end I was a little bummed out. I wanted JJ’s to be good. I wanted it to be this gem that everyone just drives past and assumes if a crappy place to eat [Eddie Vedder voice] even though [/Eddie Vedder voice] it’s amazing. But nope, it’s just a crappy place to get salty food. The mural inside is shitty too.

Ashley’s on the other hand it worth going back to. So solid. Just don’t get the full rack of ribs.

3nd
I was in the middle of bagging on these books, when someone told me how good they were. I really don’t believe them, but it made me feel like an asshole.

Whatever. I judge these books by their covers, but more by their shitty titles.

4st
I drove over my snowboard, and I really working on those lip slides.

Your Costume Sucks

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Late nighting this jawn. But it’s important to be, you know, bloggin’.

So anyway, I stopped at Boswell Books to pick up my copy of 1Q84 and of course I had to put on a good show. So I was properly pressed, wearing a wool driving coat and a matching scarf and gloves set. Oh sure it was like 50 degrees, but i needed to make a statement. I needed to be literary. So I dashed into the bookstore and and looked around frantically (one literary point for me), saw the book and darted towards it. I picked a copy and fondled it for a bit (another literary point) and walked to the register.

The sexless glob behind the counter picked up my book and and said “This is such a great book” (1 literary point).

OH! Now who the fuck is this? Trying to out-literary-cockstrut me? THIS SHIT IS ON, MOTHERFUCKER!

“Yeah he’s a great writer (1 point), I’m so glad this book has finally been released here, in the US (bonus), I read an excerpt from it in the New Yorker (DOUBLE BONUSES!).”

Suck it counterbeast! Go back to your 20-oz Mountain Dew and your virginia ham Lunchables.

And it was just like that. I flopped it out and measured all ten inches of my literary dick. The ink sniffing, money taker was certainly defeated.

“We got one advance copy here, and I’m almost to page 700.”

WTF? Thou wuzzist not ready for that shit indeed. So picked it up my book, flopped the meat back over the barbed wire and walked out.

I lost, boys. I lost.

Double Down

I got this lady in my life. She’s pretty much the closest thing I have sister. We’ll call her Yella. So Yella’s son “The Hache” just got himself a skateboard. Dude’s on it young, 6-years old-ish.

I swear to god, if that kid ends up skating mongo he’s out of the fucking will.

Triple shot Thursday

It’s Halloween weekend and you’re probably still looking for a costume. I know I am. I’ve always wanted to go as Oscar the Grouch. Full on, with Bruno carrying my ass around in a can. Such a costume is some serious work, so I’ve never done it. That, and the logistics of peeing are mind bokkling.

Whatever, here are my suggestions for you this year.

  • Brian Wilson (San Francisco Giant)
  • Brian Wilson (Eugene Landy Puppet)
  • Girl in a poodle skirt
  • Guy in a tuxedo shirt
  • Dabney Hiscock (Early 2oth century British porn star)
  • Keyes and Hayek (Economists, companion required, and you better learn the raps)
  • Gert Mallets (Early 2oth century British queen of anal)
  • Dong Frowley (Early 2oth century British porn star, aka Come On Your Face Michael; half asian)
  • Paddy Munch (Early 2oth century British  porn star of Irish decent)
  • A canoe
  • Kate and Julia Morkan (Sisters, elderly porn tag-team queens in early 20th century Ireland. These bitches hosted some killer orgies, especially around Christmas; companion required)
  • Clive Nutts (Early 2oth century British autofellatio master)
  • Rumorator (Fatsuit, kimono, cigarettes)
  • Harold Plundercunt (Early 2oth century British bookkeeper, amateur porn director)
  • Frank London (Early 2oth century British pornstar, only did guy on guy on guy work)
  • Moai
  • Moishe Oofnik
  • Clara Analman (Early 2oth century British porn star, she once blew like 40 vicars in one hour)
  • Maneki Neko Case (Figure it out)
  • Lenehan Milkbreath (Early 2oth century British porn star, rumored to have 27 literary centimeters)

The Catch Up

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

Part One: Book Reading

I just finished reading this book:

It’s great, especially if you are into words. It’s total insanity. Tigers, man. Tigers. And Russia.

Part Dos: Action Sports

I finally got around to ordering a snowboard for the season. Now I need to score up some bindings. I snoozed and loozed and the bindings I wanted were gone. I was kinda hoping Jussi would leave me some when he came through town. He would have been like the binding Santer Claus.

I also need my outerwear to show up one of these days. This is key because there is the rumor of snow finally arriving this weekend.

I haven’t been this unprepared for winter since the days of sorels and busted kemper high-backs.

To get ready I’ve been watching this:

Prospecting Idaho Episode # 3 from smith optics on Vimeo.

Scotty Lago gets rad, and that’s always worth watching.

C section: The C is silent

Night three. Get with it:

Quads:

Background. Spaceballs. VHS. Thanks to Larsma for the pic

Can. Not. Wait.

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

This shit better be good.

Then they need to do a strong film version of Kafka on The Shore.

The Heir Apparent in Snowboard Bloggins

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

Blogger formerly known as Shayboarder

Maybe you haven’t heard yet. Maybe you don’t have your ear to the ground. But ol’ Rumorator does, and I can tell you a couple things. First off, the Sioux are coming. About a hundred of them. On horses. Secondly, it seems our fellow blogger and part time nemesis, Shayboarder, is leaving her post.

She’s heading off to do some social media guru-izing at Windell’s Summer Shrad Sleep-a-way Camp. Well I took college algebra a couple of times, so I can do the math on this one. I’m seeing a serious fall-off in Shay’s bloggins. I’m guessing 90% of her blogs are going to read like this, “Calvin, from Minneapolis, pissed his bed last night, but it’s cool because he still rides better than you.”

Pffft. That ain’t what the blogdoggers of the world want to read. They’re out there sitting at their computers, with their pants at their ankles, looking to read some grown shit. So when it comes to Shrad Blogs that leaves like three choices—Rumorator, Heiligenschein or ChimichangasAndSlush. I mean, yeah, there are other bloggermans and bloggermamas out there but if you want the grit you know where you go. I’m not gonna deny that Shay will still be presenting some facts about bedwetters and heavy shredders, but if you wanna get the filth between the lines, Rumorator.com is going to be giving it to you. The real people want the shradfacts run through the interpretation machine. Factors need mitigating.

So what I’m going to do is hang out and wait for Shayboarder to slide her contact list over my way. Then she can call all of her peoples and be like “My shred bloggins games is done, so you’re probably going to want to talk with Rumorator. Also that kid right there. (points to the little kid sitting above that double kink)Yeah him.  He pissed his bed last night.”

Of course this does mean an end to the hide-n-seek Shayboarder product give-a-ways, as anything I get Imma flip on ebay for coke money. But I do promise if you find me, Imma give you an overwhelming sense of disappointment and a feeling similar to what you felt when you finished reading Last Exit to Brooklyn. If you want a hint, look for me in back room of asian grocery stores. If you thought The Deer Hunter was edgy, man you haven’t seen nothing. That shit was 40 years ago. Deniro, Walken, They can’t dangle on what happens stateside these days.

Well, maybe they could because they’re big readers of this bloggins right here.

Fuck, broder, this shit is way bigger than just the shrad game.

Still, I was brought up as a shrad blogger, and forever a shrad blogger I shall be. Sure you’re going to see some shit that might not let you sleep well over in this corner of the cybernets, but that’s the way the tubes was meant to work. Levelling up.

But to bring it full circle. Shay’s getting more grown up-ish and I think it’s time you did as well. So stop getting your fix from the hackwork and turn to the obvious choice. I can see you’ve already found it.

Edit: It seems that Laurent Potdevin is out over at Burton. LP and and Shayboarder splitting on the same day. I’m smelling conspiracy. That right there is seeing the big picture.

Addendum: Don’t even tell me you never finished reading Last Exit to Brooklyn, only to find yourself not wanting to get out of bed for like a week.

Book Clubbery,then more about snowboarding

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

I finally wrapped up Phillip Roth’s The Human Stain last night. I’ve been reading this book for roughly 19 months.  I gotta tell you, the first 300 pages are a struggle. Old dudes getting blowzers from younger, illiterate women. Angry french intellectuals. A complete lack of homo-eroticism.

That’s no way to make a compelling book.

Also the New England card was played in this beast. A Storyteller wants to give his story some sense of importance, and have an excuse for characters to drive Volvos and Saabs. So authorman sets his shit in New England. Hackwork. Like other places don’t have colleges and tree-lined streets? Imma lump this in with The Life Before Her Eyes and What Lies Beneath.

I think they also play the New England card so they don’t have to hire black actors (obviously not this story but New England stories in general).

If you want a book the NEEDS to be in  New England might I suggest Why The Devil Chose New England For His Work.

None-the-less I know I’m going to dive into more Phillip Roth in a few months.

On to the Shred topics

Torah Bright got a damn stamp in Austrailia.

I’m glad she got something for her pipe slaying at the Old-limp-dicks.  But what I can’t believe was the lack of  discussion about what version of Torah to put on the stamp. I mean this could have been bigger than the Fat Elvis stamp debacle. Can you imagine Aussies weighing in on Torah with the Old or New smile

On the other hand the whole idea of a stamp for Australia seems a bit odd, especially when you can walk outside and just phone a friend with a crazy contraption that looks like a piece of wood on a string.

Am I right?

Good to see you got my back Paul Hogan.

Meanwhile I get this email:

“TUNE IN”

 Olympic Gold Medalist Shaun White Stars In “Shaun White Project X”

On FUEL TV Thursday, March 4, 2010

Airing Thursday, March 4, at 9:30pm ET/ 6:30pm PT, and re-airing several more times over the next month, FUEL TV will showcase “Insane Cinema: Shaun White Project X.

2006 Snowboarding Gold Medalist, Shaun White, trained for the 2010 Olympic Games at a secret 500-foot superpipe that Red Bull built for him in the backcountry of Silverton, Colorado. This is the place Shaun refined the skills that allowed him to win the first and third U.S. Snowboarding Grand Prix. This is the place Shaun learned the now infamous Double Cork 1080 and Cab Double Cork 1080, as well as laid the foundation for learning the game-changing Double McTwist 12. This is the place where Shaun worked tirelessly to mold himself into a 2010 Olympic Champion. Join FUEL TV in exploring Shaun’s hideaway superpipe and the incredible story behind it.

Insane Cinema: Shaun White Project X” Air Dates:

Thursday, 3/4/2010                                        9:30 PM ET/ 6:30 PM PT  

Saturday, 3/6/2010                                         9:00 PM ET / 6:00 PM PT

Saturday, 3/6/2010                                         12:00 AM ET / 9:00 PM PT

Shaun White surveys the terrain in Colorado.

 Shaun White in the pipe at Silverton.

 Shaun White learns one of his Double Cork combinations.

 Shaun White hits the foam pit.

 Shaun White looks down the pipe.

 About FUEL TV

FUEL TV is the action sports lifestyle network for skateboarding, snowboarding, surfing, BMX, freestyle-motocross, and wakeboarding. FUEL TV was launched July 1, 2003 and is seen in 30-million U.S. homes. To subscribe to FUEL TV, call 877-4-FUEL-TV. For program times and other information, visit www.fuel.tv.

For further press and marketing information, contact:

 My favorite part is when they tell you what you are going to see. Shit is like a storyboard “next we are going to see Sean looking down the pipe as the camera pans left. He looks pensive.” Basically what they are saying is it’s going to be like every shrad video in the past ten years. But why are they not mentioning the parts where we see:

a bald eagle in flight over a body of water

25 shots of a helicopter flying away

Sleds

Some skateboarding

Someone talking about their soul awaking on a mountian top?

Forget that last one. Sean Blanco doesn’t get near mountain tops.

Sneakerheadonism is dead

Monday, December 28th, 2009

I spent some time over the Holiday at the home of the Packaging King of Wisconsin. Good times, good food, poor selections of mags to read. I mean I’m well aware of the PKoW’s generally right-leaning politics, so I was not at all surprised to be stuck reading US News and World Report. But what blew my mind was the general crap of the magazine, AND more importantly is the quality of advertising. This rag is pretty much the print equivalent of AM radio.

Check out this beast:

You’re going to want to click that image, just to get the full size pic and see it in all of it’s glory.

Let’s go over what went wrong here. First off way too much copy. I’ve already established that this ad was in US News, so i think one thing that is safe to assume is that these people aren’t really into a lot of words. Next we have that headline “Scientifically and Mechanically engineered for pain relief. guaranteed.”

Ignore for a second the utter garbage of the headline. Can’t we assume the mechanical engineering includes scientific engineering. Because until they have shoes that can Jurassic Park shit up with some Dino DNA, I’m not giving a fuck about the scientific part. Really what this should say is “Buicks for your feet.”  You got to speak the language your audience knows.

Next, Body Copy point #1. “Will G-defy be banned from athletic competition?” –Fuck you. No one buying shoes made for fat US News readers is concerned about athletic competitions. And their amazing response “Should they be considered an unfair advantage? We don’t know; all we can tell you is that this new technology in footwear will take your performance to the next level.” Which is similar to asking “Will Rumorator be the best lover I’ve ever had?” and Me supplying the response, “I don’t know; but I can tell you that there will be a penis going to a mouth/anus/vagina in a way that will make you reconsider sex from that point forward.”

Also G-Defy’s logo seems to be a sperm. Maybe there is Dino DNA in there.

All this reminds me of the Ad in the latest GQ:

It’s nice to see that Skechers cleaned up their ad. Still I’m wondering if the GQ crowd is really going to be thinking “I need those!”. But then I was at a holiday party when I noticed Mama Law was wearing some of these damn things. It’s clear to me know that she has completely given up. It’s no wonder she’s single. These things are driving away the opposite sex faster than Earth Shoes.

Plus the name of the shoe is “Shape-Ups” which definitely falls into the “blatant lie” category. It’s like buying premium vodka or fancy cut green beans in a can. If the name of the product makes a claim like that you are getting hosed. IF YOU HAVE TO CLAIM IT, IT’S NOT TRUE.  In fact it’s probably the opposite. It’s the reason behind why so many women buy hobo-style hand bags and I’m about 100% likely to be with a girl wearing the “Hi my name is YouWon’tRegretThis” nametag.

Research shows 80% percent of the people rocking these things dropped this bit of knowledge on themselves last week, “Well I don’t really need to get any exercise today because I have my new Shape-ups on, in fact, I’m going to have another Angry Whopper. I deserve it.”

Get in shape without setting foot in a gym. Fuck I should be ripped right now.

In other news I copped some new stories to be reading:

The Future was Then

Friday, December 11th, 2009

I’ve spent the past few days eyeballing an Analog MD Clone jacket. This bitch dropped eight years ago with an MSRP of $1000, but that included the MiniDisc Player. the MD Clone was developed with Acronym, who  is now in the market of blowing minds with outerwear. It had controls on the sleeve and a specific, protected pocket for the MD  Player. Pretty much bombeddy shit for the time.

Never copped one, and in time I gave away my MiniDisc player, and grabbed the Ipod which i almost immediately opted to lose whilst snowboardering one day. I’ve been portable music-less since. Now I’m not going to claim the MD was better than the Ipod, but it was a legit system. Skip-proof, mega storage capability, and compact. Plus an audio input that was the sickest. I think it’s a pretty fair assessment to say that it was ahead of it’s time, the way few other things are.

In honor of the MD Clone I’ve compiled a list of other things that were before their time. Dig it:

  • Beta-max
  • Jules Verne
  • The Toyota Hi-Lux (the world still isn’t ready for that thing)
  • Arthur C Clarke’s beginning to Childhood’s End
  • Poutine
  • The Delorean (forget electric cars, they fueled an entire company on coke)
  • Truffle Truffles
  • Bacon Pancakes
  • Kool Keith
  • MTNOPS
  • The AMC Eagle
  • Those musicians smoking weed in the car in Back the Future
  • The Arch Deluxe
  • Turbo Grafx 16
  • Atari Lynx
  • Winged Highbacks
  • Wesley Willis

These are all facts, deal with them.