Since this already went up on Yobeat, I figured I could post it now.
Posts Tagged ‘Spectre of the brocken’
WSSF video #1
Tuesday, April 19th, 2011The What’s What.
Monday, January 10th, 2011Pagina una:
As of late I’ve been huckstering some product, trying to convince people that mustaches are a good thing and should be celebrated. On the inside, I regard a mustache as the sign of someone not to be trusted. A rogue. A scoundrel. A ne’er-do-well. A knave. A shitbag. This is very similar to the feelings I get when women tell me they have to be up early on Sunday morning to morning. I kinda want to ask, “You’re kidding, right?” Man, if I knew it was going to be that kind of party, I would have never even let you in.
I’ll keep you posted on this.
Pagina dos:
Somebody is putting their hands up for Detroit:
Look at that car, MFer, and tell me my city doesn’t get gritty. Sheeeeeeitttttttt! Even the Silver Spurt is looking more like a Hazy Shade of Winter. And if the Spurt is Simon and Garfunkel, this rig must be Procol Harem.
Pagina Tres:
Art (not Garfunkel)
Pagina Cuatro:
Jocks: If there is a Seakkle vs Green’s Bay NFC championship I will challenge A Man to a Blogger Championship. Man, I feel like Ted Dibiase issuing that kind of challenge. HOGAN!
Johnny Five:
I haven’t been out on the shrad but for one day this year. However, I’ve been at the bike park twice in the past week. You figure it out.
Time to get your slack on
Monday, January 4th, 2010Alright all you desk-jockeys, cubicle crusaders, and office park aficionados, it’s back to normal work weeks. That means it time to get back on your blog routine. It goes like this: work 1/2 a day, eat lunch, check blogs. You know this is true. Deal with it. Get down with today.
Item #1: Thrashin’
Spectre of the Brocken once told me to stay away from civil service dramas. I always took that advice lightly. Like when your health teacher told you nothing good ever comes of drug use. I thought it was just some old man kicking some ancient mindset at me.
Then last night I found myself sucked into some serious civil service junk. Shit had me hooked. and I didn’t even jump in until it was half over. But it was about skateboardering, so I’m predisposed to getting caught up. And Just so we are all on the same page, here is the synopsis to last night’s Cold Case episode, Hoodrats, direct from the CBS website:
Synopsis
The team re-opens the 1995 case of a skateboarding prodigy who lived on the streets.
Full Recap
The cold case team opens up a case of Nash Simpson, a skateboarding prodigy who went missing in the 1990’s. The team discovers the body of a John Doe in an abandoned warehouse and they were able to identify the body as Nash Simpson. The team now has some clues to work with in his disappearance case. They discover that Nash had made many friends, but also made many enemies after he ran away from New Jersey to Philadelphia. He was able to parlay his skateboarding skills into a career. He was able to obtain a sponsor and was on his way to becoming a star but fell in with the wrong crowd. Ultimately, one of Nash’s new junkie friends betrayed and killed him in order to score his next fix.
Now we’re going to go over a few points here.
- No matter how many suburban white kids get skate decks they’re still going to get called hoodrats. Which is ridiculous because, it’s like Badu said, looking for cheese don’t make you a hoodrat. But hey, this is about cop dramas, and it’s best that CBS does whatever it can to maintain the tension between cops and kids with skate decks.
- Up-and-coming street skater Nash (probably named after Nash skateboards) was killed because he could “skate a line” no one else could. That’s right, Nash could do a kickflip off some ghetto ramp set-up. Seriously a kickflip. I better watch my back because at the end of my skating days i was tossing down kickflips like a beast. A kickflip is the culinary equivalent of a tuna melt.
- If they wanted to make this story realistic they should have focused more on Nash’s ability to skate the ghetto ramp. For real, that thing looked sketchy.
- Lastly to calm the erves of all the Suburban parents unwinding before bed, the proven killer was not the white kid. No it was the pan-asian kid. Like it should surprise anyone that it was the minority character. However I do have to give CBS a big high five to putting zero effort into this show other than giving the pan-asian a flannel to button all the way up, to also remind white folks that Latinos kill people too. Especially white kids who are good at at things.
- This show uses some visual element in which the characters are shown as themselves when the case went cold. It’s like a TV’s representation of a spank bank. In this case I’m guessing it went cold in 1991 based on the use of a track off Siamese Dream. Like any dude in a pair of Droors would have been pumping that album.
- I was so pist no one ever used the term “thrash” or any variation of it.
Item #2: Wok-a-thon
Broder vR passed me a wok for christmas. I finally busted that shit out in style.
What you are looking at here is a mint chutney, tuna marsala samosas, stir-fried onions, peppers, zucchini and cashews, and garlic naan. My diet is amazing.
Speaking of samosas, I owe the recipe to the broad in this video:
Post-whatever environment
Thursday, December 17th, 2009A few days ago I dropped this little gem on Broder vR:
So Broder replies:
“Thanks bro, I’m standing in the line at the grocer. And now everyone thinks I’m a pervert.”
but here’s the thing, Broder, we are post it.
Seriously we’re pretty much over taboo at this point. I’m blaming the internet, but this is pretty much an advancement for everyone. Granted there are still the rightfully, wrong elements (kiddie smut, snuff films) but at this point pretty much every adult is going to be looking at smut.
True, not everyone is getting off on it and grinding everyday, but pornography is pretty much a part of life. For example: book cover up top: I got a pretty good idea of what is going down next and I’m not even reading the book. Nor am I getting tighter pants thinking about it. But when I saw that I was like, “Damn this is some next level creeper. I better pass this thing around.”
And this is how porno is becoming so mainstream. Sure people like to act like puritans and pretend we’re better than filth, but in reality everyone is on it. When you stumble across something like this, you HAVE to share it with people. Just so you can be like, “that’s a little creepy right.” Which is essentially means “I’m edgy enough to see this and pass it on, but I’m no super-perv so I’m gong add a caption like ‘WTF?”
Forget it, get over it, embrace it. We’re post it. Post-porno environment.



