Posts Tagged ‘Snowboarding’

The Starts

Friday, April 15th, 2011

We rolled into Whistler this afternoon. The first words out of A-man’s mouth were, “I don’t even know what we’re doing here. This is a huge mistake.”

Proof:

But then there was this, which was good to see:

Then we ate late lunch/early dinner and thought of johann:

This whole place is beyond weird. Think of every joke and stereotype you have ever heard, and then put goggles on it, and you have Whistler. So far out. Really, My mind is blowing. It’s not blown, it’s being blown further every moment.ow can it only be 6:30pm? Fucking red shift around the edges. All that.

Stay Tuned.

The Weekend That Won’t End

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

I did some time traveling this weekend. That is to say it was like those college days. Except this time I didn’t wake up with my head in a pizza box and hand in my pants. But it got shaky for a while. Needless to say I’m back to living upright now.

We’re going to start with the fact that this morning I was told I look like this dude:

NO WAY DUDE. NO WAY. You can go back to eating your Jimmy Johns sandwhich. Last time I had one of those was the last time I was in college. I never checked the ingredient list, but it seems that they may have put some poop on it. Chip says feces is their secret ingedient. Gross.

But really guy, I’m not looking like that poster. When was the last time you saw me riding sans hood? Maybe that Dub Jacket in 96? Maybe that same Dub Jacket in 2000? That thing had like 5000 name hits on it. Unstoppable. I was trying japan airs off spines that one winter, wearing that hoodless beast.

And those gloves over the coat? When was the last time you saw me riding with gloves ove the coat? Maybe those Burton Universe gloves in 96? Maybe those same Burton Universe gloves in 2000? That things had like 2 name hits on ‘em. Unstoppable. I was trying japan airs off spines that one winter, wearing those gauntletted bitches.

Otherwise that’s picture is spot on.

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I’ve been listening to Flashlight, the extended version, like it was 96 and I wearing a hoodless Dub jacket with Universe gloves and  just discovered Jorge Clinton. But I think we all now that when you turn this ipod on it goes directly to Devo “Uncontrollable Urge.”

Section 3 seat 9


New paint on the Team Rumorator bike. That shit wins races.

Quads

Quints Paste

Whistler: 16 days

The High Balls are on Me!

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

I’ve been out for a few days, sitting shiva for the loss of Peligro. As a dog he only gets four days, but none the less he deserves the honor.

In case you missed it on twitter, I’ll go over some of the highlights in the life of Peligro:

  • He voted for Obama. Twice.
  • He once mated with cheetah. Then forced the cheetah to get an abortion, fearing his offspring would pretty much be the pinnacle of life on earth.
  • He was the first dog to sail around the world, solo.
  • Kanye had him on speed dial.
  • He smoked Old Golds.
  • He never believed that shit about Han shooting first.
  • Once spent a weekend in the Chelsea Hotel with Laika, 17 hookers and a Humboldt squid.
  • He was the inspiration for every episode of  the X files, and turned down a writing credit on  A River Runs Through It.
  • He never forgave Terje for the “timid pup” deck
  • He was trained with a rape whistle.

I can’t say it enough,  I miss you buddy.

NAXT

So we’re gonna start today off with this gem from EndZedder A. Love:

Park Rubbing from torstein horgmo on Vimeo.

You hearing that re-re-remix? Slickter, for shore.
That Wiig kid isn’t bad.

I’ve been seeing some art:

This where justice was born:

And this is where justice was fed as a small child

Sorry about the glare.

This is what Noah’s ark looked like:

A gorilla, a wolf, a tiger, a vulture coming out of a man’s cock region. Ancient flood histories for one thousand.

Blasted.

When Shaun White Talks the Internet Listens

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

In case you missed it, CNN dropped this pile of warm caca on the masses last night:

And damn if the internet blow up.

Yobeat, always on point, came out with their critique last night. It was great! Pretty much the funniest thing written on the internet in like 3 days.

Then the heavy hitters picked it up too. Boardistan got involved and even quoted that hilarious Yobeat article. And our homeboys over in Europe, Onboard Mag, had something to say as well. I was hoping they could pick up something deeper, more nuanced, in that strange accent the narrator had, but in the end, they too differed to the Yobeat piece.

I can’t really see Transworld picking up on this story because it’s not a press relase or paid content. As I said before, this whole thing was pure crap, but it’s the closest thing the snowboarding world has to “news.” And Transworld doesn’t concern themselves with such matters.

The main thing here is that whoever wrote that critique should probably get some kind of award presented by models in bikinis or something.

Zagbeast!

Friday, December 17th, 2010

I lifted a couple images right off the SnowboardMag website to post these up.

This is my buddy Ryan. The guy straight up  sgt. slaughters snowboarding. Every time I get to ride with him I feel like I get five times better. Did I mention he’s old, but he still rides like he’s 19.

I’m sure he’ll be out this weekend with the ridiculous snowstorm that is supposed to be moving through the Tahoe region.

Full Disclosure: These photos were taken by someone named Binky.

Fuller Disclosure: I once got smashed up and vomited in Ryan’s guest room. A lot.

The End of Snowboarding, Again

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

This is when snowboarding died for the 63,477 time. I found this in my twitter trough this morning:

Shit. Sliding on the kitchen floor. LOL! Like that one works. That’s just Bigga B’s way of making you mentally fuck yourself. Because you slide and you put your left foot forward. Hmmm that felt okay. Then you slide again and put your right foot forward. Guess what, that felt okay too. Do it over and over and over and over and over again like a song by the Rapture off the better album.  Doesn’t matter, because you’re sliding on your damn kitchen floor. Your body can go both ways in such an environment. You are in no better position when you step out on the snow.

SIDEBAR: It is important to take note of the assumptions made by Bigga B’s recommendation here. To slide on the floor they are assuming:

  • You can afford socks.You have kitchen large enough to slide in.
  • Your kitchen floor is made of hardwood or some other slick surface.
  • Your nanny isn’t going to yell at you for running in the house.
  • You’re white and at least middle class.

Maybe if the old slide-on-the-floor trick doesn’t work, you should try this— Stand at the top of a flight of stairs (because you’re white and middle class we’ll assume you’ve  got a grand staircase in your house to use), close your eyes and have a friend push you from behind. What foot do you use to catch yourself? If it’s you right foot, you’re a goofy footer. If you extended your left foot, you’re regular footed.  If you fell and knocked out any noticeable teeth buy a Rome.

The other option is to go rent your gear and when the rental tech says, “You need me to set this up goofy or regular?” Simply look at him and say, “It’s cool the way it is, bro.”

DO NOT FORGET TO SAY “BRO.”

You want to take the board as-is for two reasons. The first being it’s best not to let rental techs actually touch the gear you’ll be using. You have at least an 85% chance of regretting letting them set it up for you. Now compare that with just taking the board as it is. It’s either going to be regular or goofy. So you’ve got a 50% chance of it being set up the way you need it.

After a few runs you’re going to figure it out. “If I ride regular, I can kind of ride this thing. If I ride goofy, it reminds me of trying to get away from the neighbors dog that is always humping my leg.”

And then you have it figured out. You’re either regular or goofy.

Part 2: I wasn’t done with this ordeal. I had to dig a bit deeper. So I clicked on Starshinexx’s profile and saw this:

Fucking hell.

For all those times we’ve blamed anyone else (ESPN, Shaun “Gator II” White, Nike et al) for ruining snowboarding, look who’s doing it now. Sure there are some of us who have suspected for a long time that Bigga B was the real culprit, but never has the proof been so evident. Here they are pandering to some broad who in the hours before was dropping lines about the Kardashians, Ke$ha, and the Teen Choice Awards. It was the escape from people like this that made snowboarding so amazing. And yet here’s B talking about how counter culture they are, designing unlikely futures and all that, then they open the floodgates to bring these people in.

I’m putting 15:1 odds on this broad buying her gear at her locally owned Shrad Shop. There are also even odds she’s getting a Bigga B set up. And better than even odds that if she knew how to take a proper self-pic we would see she’s making a duckface.

I need to shower.

I’ve Been Watching This:

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Video Hyper Shred

Because they are doing crap like this:

Video Hyper Shred Teaser – March 2010 from Video Hyper Shred on Vimeo.

And now that you’ve treated your eyes, take care of your teeth. Minneapolis peoples are going to be getting sparkling chompers with the Wu deck and toothbrush kit. I don’t know if those are really Meth’s hands.

I don’t even know if that’s really Meth.

And just to get your jock on in time for opening day, check this out:

The Cubs Suck Club

Now if you don’t mind I’m going to go back to hoping that the soundtrack to Russell Crowe’s Robin Hood, will be as sonically-epic as Kevin Costner’s Robin Hood.