ICEGAZAZAM 2008!!!

Adam Johnson ain't afraid of no winterblast.

Staring Out The Window

The view from my favorite chair.

God Damn Photo Lab!

Dropped off a roll of film yesterday and asked them to scan them for me, on-a-count-of I'm lazy, but they fucked them all up. Crooked, cut off the bottom of a few... I could have done that my damn self. The worst part of it all: I didn't realize 'till I was home, nestled in on the couch. I had to leave right in the middle of Law And Order to go back and bitch! Luckily I made it back before the "Order" part, thank god. This one made it through the cracks.

Still Trying...

Been having a real tought time getting them creative juices flowing. The biggest obstacle is my own lazyness. I have no problem sitting around for hours on end watching TV thinking about all the shit I should be doing. Was thinking how getting out of town would really do wonders for the old brain right about now, which in turn got me looking through some old photos. Here's a couple from Korea a few years back.

New Camera!

So I walked into ProPhoto Supply the other day to buy a six dollar lense cap and walked out with a new medium format camera. I couldn't pass it up. Here is a couple from the first roll.
A bass Maureen is working on:


Old Dirty 'Gash:

HOPE!!

I have tried to keep my mouth shut about this whole presidential race. It may have to do with the fact that I didn't want to jinx it. After the last election I couldn't take the chance of getting excited only to get punched right in the dick-hole again. It was like opening your last Christmas present when you were seven and instead of the slingshot you wanted, a pair of underware is staring you in the face. That being said, it looks like we did it. God knows that dosen't mean you're going to walk out the door and it's going to start raining cash, but at least the king is dead.

For the first time in eight years we might have a shot at getting back to normal. You know, it's funny, growing up I never thought about politics. Outside of making sure the anarchy signs on my pee-chee folder were drawn correctly or making completly uneducated staments about foreign policy to sound more punk rock, there was never a time that you needed to worry about it. The Clinton years were cake. The first war in Iraq and a cigar in south-mouth? Cakewalk compared to what we have gone through in the last eight years. I'll put money down that says during the Clinton years I wouldn't had that akward moment in France with that group of Candian Cub Scouts when their friend brought them over to us screaming "They are from Canada too!" God damn Bush, making me have to lie about where I am from.
Anyway. Just glad it's over. Bring on the new.
As the beautiful ninety-year-old black lady I saw on TV said earlier: "You go brother Barack. You go sister Michelle"

Red Fang Video!!!!

You might want to go get a new mind before you hit play, 'cause yours is about to be blown!

COME ON THREE HORSE, GET OUT THERE!!!!

Been loving the track lately. Cheap food, cheap beer, track folk, a chance at winning thousands upon thousands of dollars...

Slow Ride

Beating The Skins

Another winter is just inches away and I'll be damned if this kid is going through it without a another band. Soon as November hits this town we are in for eight months of rain and darkness, you start feeling like an extra in a shitty Batman movie after a while. Walking around in the dark, staring at the pavement, a constant drizzle bouncing off your slumped shoulders... But I'm not letting it get to me this year, gotta keep busy, can't let the dark cloud settle over my head. Hopefully I can get a band together again, so I will have practices and the what-not to look foward to.
And if not, there is always the bar.
And cable.
Lots of cable.
Shit.

Red Fang Video

Spent the last couple weekends helping Whitey shoot the new Red Fang video. Some good shit will be coming soon, from what I've seen so far, it could be the best thing Whitey has ever done. Funny. Ass. Shit.

Let's Party!

Found this guy on the way home one night. By the looks of him, he likes to party. I wish I knew how to use my scanner better, 'cause this is a really shitty scan of this neg.

B-Day B-Log

Was my birthday last Tuesday. Brought my new Digital point and shoot (thanks John, Ellen, Steve, Crissy, Felicia, Bryan and Maureen) along for the day, because I know that you would be dying to know what happened. I'm that important. I'm sorta like a better looking Britney Spears, with less babies and more crotch shots.

First I went skating with Taylor, Fletch and their buddy Jason. I'm old so I can't skate that long before I have to duck into the woods for a beer.



Fletch jumped on the grenade and rode in the back of the truck, thanks buddy.



Got home, showered, scrubbed my bricks and went back out the door for some sushi. Forgash made this sushi monster out of the left overs:



Then it was off to Club 21 for a birthday blowout. They even had birthday drink specials for me:



Sean Clair was there:



Adam Johnstoner was there:



Scotty was there:



Justin and Mike were there:



Big E was there:



And of course, the Fonz —I mean the Bobcat was there:



Thanks to Maureen for putting it all together and making it an awesome day, and to everyone who showed up that I didn't get photos of. Here is to another year on this god-for-saken rock.

Birthday Season

All them cold winter nights and drunken holiday gropings lead to a ton of late August/early September childrens. Starting about August 23rd it seems like there is a birthday damn near every day 'till mid-september ( I squeeze in there on Sept. 9th, so you still got a week to buy me something. Maybe a diamond encrusted diamond?) So here is a couple shots from a few birthday parties I've gone to as of late.

First was Andrew's 30th:





Then it was off to the Go-Kart track for Aaron Beams 420th month celebration:

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby—Digi, Digi, Digi...

So my birthday is coming up, and my totally awesome girlfriend got me a new point and shoot digital camera for the occasion. Got it a couple hours before work so I haven't been able to see what it can do, so all I can offer is what I came across at work.
It's photo is kinda weird when you think about it, 'cause it's the one night I don't work in the kitchen. Fuckin' trip out, man...

Been A Long Time

Been a crazy month. Moved to a new "loft" (very chic of me, huh?), went to vegas for Sherman's bachelor party, lot's of softball, Sherman's wedding, all kinds of shit. I finally have a "photo zone" (I'm using a lot of " " 's today), but being the lazy son-of-a-bitch I am, not one photo has been scanned. Here is some phone photos from sherman's bachelor party. I'll get on it soon.
I promise.
What?
I will.
shut up.

Started out with our own personal Melvins show:

Then it was off to Vegas for a whole lot of this:












And then back home:

Now You Did It...

You've probably been paddling out to surf this here interweb, hoping to drop into the tsunami that is Crappy Scans Of So-So Photos and get spit out of the green room that is my verbiage. Then you get here and say "Hey Chris, where is all the stories to go along with the photos?" Well, it's been to nice out to sit around and write, and besides I'm lazy.
Dont' look at me like that.
What?
You think you're better than me?
Son of a...

Little Old Japanese Ladies

This photo reminds me of a joke: How do you get a sweet little old lady to scream "Fuck!"? Get another sweet little old lady to yell "Bingo!"

Shoebacca

Been a while since I put something up. It's been to god-damned nice outside. Sitting around on the computer has been sounding as fun as getting a gonorrhea test just for the hell of it, here's an old photo of Forgash for you azz.

For Those About To Rock...

Been feeling sick the last couple days. Not in the "Dude, that was sick!" kinda way, but in the "Feels like I've been gargling with barbed wire" kinda way. Wish I could tell you some awesome story but I am too kicked in. So for all you out there not feeling like shit, get out there and live it.

Gettin' Hosed

Still can't get to my scanner, so here is another phone photo. Besides it's been to nice to dick around in the basement. Sorry.

Running Out Of Scanned Photos.

Got this new matress from Sherman but I dont know what to do with my old one. Gotta find a truck and take it to the dump, I guess. Anyway, the new matress is blocking my photo scanning/ light table zone so I haven't been able to scan anything latley. Here's a phone photo of the real owner of this house, Fang. Sure she looks cute, but try and pick her up and see what happens. You'll be needing some retinal surgery at the very least. Savage beast that one is.

Costa Rican Schoolbus

Been a busy week. Since we last chatted I won sixty-five smackers playing poker with the boys, had a amazing fund raiser for my hospital bills thanks to Red Fang, Ancient Age, Drunk Ladies and a few hundred other amazing people, played some Slammer softball (crushed Powell's 43-3), and worked a ton. Speaking of that, this "working" stuff is for the birds, with all the "be here at this time 'till this time" crap and the no drinking, I don't know how people do it for years on end. At least now that I don't get home 'till six a.m. I don't feel bad about sleeping past one p.m, which I do anyway. Also this "money" thing that you get at the end of day is pretty sweet. It helps on the days off. All this talk about work got me tired. Nap time.

Spicy!

I wish I had time to tell the story behind this photo. Needless to say it involves a Party Time showin San Diego on saturday, Jager-blasters on sunday, naked hot-springs somewhere in the desert, waking up in this old hot sauce factory in Tucson, Arizona, a southwest flight back to S.D. on monday, and a lot of apologizing to my boss.

Eurodrawers

Was in Saas Fee, Switzerland with the Nitro Snowboards crew when I went into the bathroom to find these staring at me. What is the deal with the Euros and their contouring underdrawers? They seem so uncomfortable with the package harness in the front and the extra-wide thong thing in the back... And why the hell are they just kickin' it on the towel rack in a public bathroom?

God Damn "Man," Trying To Hold Me Down

Been dealing with hospital bills all day. Trying to get the finacial assistance that the hospital offers. But seeing as I haven't had a "real job" in the last six months there is going to be rough seas ahead. My plan is to tell them either A) They pay up or B) They don't see one red cent. Seeing as right now, with my 28% discount, my bill is creeping on thirteen g's there is a doughnuts chance at a fat camp that I am going to pay them. But hey, I get why we have no healthcare, how we suppose to pay Halliburton all that money? And! We might have make big corparations pay taxes. What's next? Presidential responsibility? I think not.

Waiting For That Creative Train

Haven't been much on the writing lately. Been trying to spend less time here on the porn box and more time in the real world. Soon as I get a good story, you'll be the first to hear about it.

Beers: Crushed

...Small Hands, Smell Like Cabbage...

I Love me some carnival. Don't give a rat's ass about the rides but the midway is my jam. Squirting water in the clowns mouth, the shooting gallery (I love shooting that piano player), the ring toss, trying to shoot the star out, all that shit. Going to have and head to Oaks Park one of these days. Man I Love summer...