Posts Tagged ‘cars’

So Long, and Thanks For All The Fish.

Friday, May 20th, 2011

Well it’s rapture day weekend folks. Or so says some lunatic who decoded the bible. Frankly, I’m not buying it until we see a mass exodus of Dolphins.

What? You think that’s ridiculous?

Consider it, dear reader, you may choose to follow the bible. I choose to follow The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy.

Who are you going to trust:

It seems to me that James is onto something.

Anyway, it’s just different books.

As for the Book of Mormon; well there are some reasons fan fiction is not always recognized by Lucasfilms LTD.

Moving On

Saw this in the hood the other day.

That shit street legal.

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T-tops. Blacked out rims. Full-sized 80s antenna. Sheeeeeit. STREET LEGAL. I sent this pic to Prof. Diehl and here was his reply

Dear Rumorator,
That aint no ’77. That aint no 6.6l, modded, bored and floored to put out 235bhp. You aint bringing back the banquet beer with that thing. You’d be better off putting a KITT steering wheel in it and hoping for some shine from the germans. Take your ass home.

Yours in christ,
Prof. Diehl

ps. You left your mattress here when you moved out, asshole.

So apparently that whip isn’t so rad.

Part trace: Art Critique

I also found this while slinking around the neighborhood.

This is the basis of a really great piece here. But what it’s lacking is the force, aggression, or ominous feeling of a true graffito. First off, I would drop the “too.” It softensit and makes it seem like the artist is pleading with the oppressors. We are not pleading because they are not listening. At this point we need to be threatening. The next thing I would do is change “it’s” to This is.” Beef up the language a bit. Get some cajones. Look ‘em in the eye and say “So this is it? We’re gonna pull ‘em out and measure ‘em now?” And be ready to flop it out. But it’s a great start by the artist

Sidenote: Start saving your bottles and bricks.

Quads: Must not sleep. Must warn others.

Tonight I’m going to see Aesop Rock In Madison. I’ve been waiting for ten long years to see this show. Since the original Who Killed the Robots tour in ought one. Get with it.

I’ll catch you bitches on the flip side of rapture, when the only ladies left will be the sleazies. There will be fornicating in streets! I also have full intentions of looting up a new dirt jumper.

On Advertising: part 2

Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

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this one from Fiat was the best.

But Fiat hasn’t exactly been ON lately:

This one debuted during the Golden Globes and certainly was to appeal to women, but it drops the ball with a few elements:

I thought the underlying problem tadalafil india with American cars was that they were slow to adapt to what foreign cars did a decade earlier.

They still are.
‘MERICA!

Get your sleep on.

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

I got heaps of sleeps last night and now I can barely keep my eyes open. WTF is with this? I think the solution would be for me to get a little bit higher desk to sit at while typing. Then when I get hit by the wave of sleeps I could just stand up, real fast, and keep typing. Like some rock god.  Slaughtering the ivories.

I’d be on my feet, doing my rhythmic bob, typing r-u-m-o-rator.com and getting knuckle deep into some WordPress.

PART 2

I’ve spent a fair amount of time driving lately and I’ve seen some odd shit, Imma share some with you.

I’m not sure what is going on with this car. Given the weather, I’m thinking Mazzel may have been some kind of storm chaser, but this is not nearly as rad as the equipment in Twister with Hank Azaria’s Wife and Billy Paxton. Or was it Pullman.

Also I saw zero flying cows.

Then the other day I saw this:

Forgive my Fone-mera skills, but I assure you that license plate says SMK POL. Smoke Pole. Pole Smoker.

Even better than the lady that was ADK LOVR

Trivia answers are coming tomorrow. Until then I’ll be practicing kicking my chair back as I stand up, Billy Joel doing Moving Out (Anthony’s Song) style. B-boys, keep those windmills breezey.

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.

Weekends are like calendar porn to the working class

Friday, December 4th, 2009

I got a whole weekend of winter activities coming up. Hopefully you’re getting out to enjoy this weather as well. If you do, the thing most everyone is going to be talking about is the 40th birthday of the one, the only, Hova. Jigga’s been heat since Hawaiian Sophie (Yeah, I saw it), but just in case you forgot:

Minus 2 points for the lack of pineapples on turntables, but plus 3 for Ja Rule.

I think BroBomb, is knocking off Yobeat! This is bigger than when Transworld Snowboarding ripped  off Hoon. Reminds me of the times I get too drunk to walk and just recycle Don Rickles stand-up routines with 47% accuracy.

You want to know what’s hot? DeLoreans. They’re hot because they are super sketch. Running a company on coke money is nothing new, but they took it to a whole new level. Example: Long ago my friend Dan and I were doing things outside, outdoorsy things and Dan smashed his finger. Seriously straight up crushed it. Blood spurting and all that. So we race to the nearest community with a clinic. they whole time I’m doing like 90mph (not in a DMC, or i would have kept it below 88) to the clinic and holmes is just saying “Oh curses, oh curses.”  30 minutes of thinking he’s going to lose his thumb and he doesn’t drop a legit swear word. So Dan gets his finger Lee Majored back together (faster. stronger) by a doc who then offers him a handicapped parking pass. Noble Dan turns him down and so the doc offers me one. WTF? Anyways that Doc drove a DeLorean. Obviously. Super sketcher. Long story short The Hundreds x DMC line is wottlesauced.

Lastly because it’s shrad time, look at this slop:

While I’m not a fan a huge fan of prints, this jacket is alright. Mostly because that crest on the chest reminds me of the Miller Beer logo. Plus the whole thing is Gore-Texxed the fuck out. On the other hand those denim pants are tricky. I mean distressed for a nod to Sean Blanco’s Cali’s roots, but all the euros are going to be like “WTFuck is wrong with USA-ers and their denim?” MORE IMPORTANTLY it denim. C’mon Burton, this is not so good. You are not sending these jocks to a Math Davehews concert. If you really wanted to be running a proper kit with them denims why not replace that coat with a proper drug-rug (aka the fedie-weave) from the old Mission/Poncho Villa kit? Looking forward to the team issued Birkenstocks and footbags.

Actually it’s for the best as the entire olympics team is all jocko and the more the general public can hate on snowboarding the better. Right?

ps. I stole that image from Powderroom.net

For a better plan of what to do this weekend, Imma defer to Ms. Twist.