Posts Tagged ‘Mac Dre’

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.

Give me that Christian Side-Hug

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Honestly, who only pops out two posts a week? A mildly busy man, that’s who?

“Oh, you’ve been busy, you say?” you say.

“Mildly so,” I say, “Did you see what I just did with that last line? Lazy shit can’t do it like that.”
Anyway, what have I been up to? First off, I got this internet thing figured out. Well okay, like 50% figured out but that’s way better than Carl’s Jr, or like NewsCorp. I’m only claiming 50% because we didn’t really kill it on the income, but we did alright. So to spread the wealth around like a outta control socialist here’s how you let the internet break even for you:

1. You pick your crew. In my case I tend to roll around with a few ASIMOs. But when they’re charging their batteries (all the time. WTF Sony?) I hang low with Team Mediocrity.  So we’re running out e-mouths the other day when I drop this golden nugget via twitter,
We should really have someone pay to come drink in their establishment

2. Team member @the_boss_of_you aka The Hoan Gunman aka Shaq-fu aka the dude who is Single white female-ing my hair style passes this nugget on a certain bar known as AJBombers. There is some deliberation over rates and taxable income, but in time AJBomber says, with an e-smirk that we can take him up on the deal.

3. We call his bluff, get a stand in for @gmachotka aka The Pampered Chef and persuade @Larsma aka Big Riggin’ to haul us all down there in her Kenworth.

Now would be the right time mention that Larsma was not playing any of this in her car:

4. We arrive at the aforementioned tavern, walk in and demand some beers. Bartender Mike has to call his boss, who I can only assume is named A.J. Bomber, because he’s unsure of this idea. The funny thing is at no time does he doubt the possibility of us getting paid to drink beer there, it just seems a bit unlikely. He comes back and asks for @Keith_Lipski aka The Fibonacci Sequence aka the great-great grandfather of the French Keef, to tell us while they cannot pay us to drink, we can have a bunch of free beers.

Now, it’s important to note that as the man who brought all of us the French Keef, he was honored to hear the the latest issue of the New Yorker features an article on Poutine. It does fail to mention the Senor Lipski, which is a damn shame. For real, in Iceland they call it Poutine Keefsdottir.

5. We happily consumed a selection of fine, free beers. We left a bill for the Mr. Bomber, but he hasn’t paid it yet. Typical businessman, he claims net 30 or something like that. Yeah right. Try paying net 30 at fucking Applebee’s. But I’m going to let him slide. Needless to say the AJ Bombers was rad for propping us up.

Lastly i’ve been a bit preoccupied trying to get that christian side-hug.

WTFriday

Friday, November 6th, 2009

MC Paul Barman has a new track called “The Moon” coming out. It’s got Del, C Rayz Walz and Masta Ace on  it too. You can download a promo with a crappy, annoying, Speak-n-spell voice over the top.  Get it here.

Huckleberry Hart Directed me to this gem from the pages of Big Brother. I’m not gonna lie I had some huge pants and some tiny ass wheels. Not Unlike @goosefeather who still rocks raver pants and has 13-inch rims on his Grand Am. Powell-Peralta Jelly Balls were the Puerto Rican rims of skateboarding.

Every day for the past two weeks I have popped in The Tale of Two Andres and tried to figure out how to make Google Wave work for me.

I’m pretty heartless but I’ll to admit, when I found out that the dude who shot up Fort Hood has an Islamic-ish name I felt bad for the whole Muslim-American Community. I first thought I was being some kind of bent racist, but then I found out the people were making death threats to a mosque near Dallas I was like, “Nope, I’m right. Stupid ass White people are going to blame all Muslim people for this.”  C’mon America we train these people to kill then we act surprised when one of them does their job too well. Don’t act like you never watched Full Metal Jacket.

Some dudes in Milwaukee heisted a van full of Swine Full vaccine. Do you know what could have if they released thousands of vaccines upon the poor people of Milwaukee?