Wednesday, August 30, 2006

SUPER! Yoshitaka Amano...

So a while back I got a book of Yoshitaka Amano's prints and drawings. I had seen a lot of his work in the past but was finally able to get one of his books. In case you have been living under a rock you may not have heard that manga and anime have been steadily becoming more and more popular in the good old USA.

Back in the day if you wanted to get any new books or movies you had to either go the bootleg route or spend a chunk of change on something you could not even understand. But people did it, myself included. There was just something to look for in some of that work which was not available in America at the time. But now you can pick up manga and anime at major chain stores throughout the country.

I do not know how I feel about that. I mean I was able to finally get one of Amano's books, in English, on the cheap. On the other hand now you just have a glut of Manga and Anime all over the damn place. Many cartoons that are on the air now are heavily influenced by this. I think I may have liked it better when we were not over saturated with a good thing.

I guess that fits with the rest of the US mentality though, GO BIG OR GO HOME. That and I CAN EAT THE MOST CHEESBURGERS.

Ok rant over. What we have here is a quick image I did of Batman after being super psyched up by the Amano book I had gotten. Amano has the ability to work in several different styles but in the book there are several images in stark bright colors like this. It blew my mind seeing this from him. Hence this Batman. Here is a little more info on Amano.

Yoshitaka Amano is awesome. He is so awesome in fact that his urine is made of gold and he sweats out the cure for cancer. Seriously. His hands carve out graves. Amano is simply insane when it comes to drawing. Oh, and painting, and sculpture and a slew of other stuff. He probably is really good at sex also. And he has a moustache.

He also happened to do character designs for like a million series. Some you may have heard of. From Vampire hunter D, to Gatchmen (G-Force), to my favorite Final Fantasy, Amano has been all over the place. He's got mad design skills son! Check these out and make sure to click the image for the full effect.

Sick right? This guy is Airwolf to the max. Anyway here is Amano's version of Batman. I think this was from like around 2002. Not to sure on the specific date.

Go to his site Amano's World to check out some more images and get some more info. Looking into his work will be worth it, trust me.


Friday, August 25, 2006

Moustaches can never be defeated (aka the YANKEES WIN!!)...

Let me say it right now and up front, I HATE THE RED SOX. I HATE BOSTON. Well not really the town, just any A-Hole who likes the Red Sox. The rivalry between Boston and New York has been going on forever. Basically they suck at baseball and we don't. For some good info click this. Now that I got that out of the way here is the post.

So, I think I have been high this entire week. Not on an actual drug, but on a mix of joy and lack of sleep. The Red Sox got massacred last weekend and earlier this week (P.S. it also happened back in 1978 ha). Most of the games were long and exciting. Mostly because the Yankees bludgeoned the Sox to death, 49 Yankee runs to Boston's 26, but there were quite a few times that I was biting on my nails. The Yankees pulled off the sweep and in the process crushed that town. I bet they all went home and cried in their Chowda like a bunch of babies. Or maybe they cuddled up with some lobsters or something. All I have to say is Eat it Boston!

But that is not the real point of this post. The point is that I think I figured out the key to the Yankees success. The key to their collective success is the all powerful Moustache! That is right the Yankees are winning on pure moustache power. And it all started with the man, the myth, the 'stache, Sal Fasano.

His influence on the Yankees line-up has been dramatic. Basically he showed the other players that they needed to grow some balls. When he came over he may have trimmed the 'stache but there was no way in hell he was shaving it off. Pretty much he told George Steinbrenner to shove it. That's ballsy right there. Then he threw down a challenge to all of the other Yankees.

Sal was all like, "Ay YO! Youse guys gotta grow some balls and some moustaches then we can win some ball games."

And the rest of the team was like, "Please don't hurt us Mr. Fasano."

That's right even that sweaty behemoth Giambi backed down. So shortly after this pep talk the Giambino was the first to start growing a French Tickler. And look at what it has done for his game! I mean steroids never gave him this kind of energy right? Giambi's 'stache may not look pretty but it gets the job done. Shortly after Giambi's conversion to lip rugs, Johnny Damon hopped on the band wagon. Now Damon really loves the facial hair. Back when he was on the Red Sox he looked like Captain Caveman. I have been kind of disappointed with his attempt so far. When I first saw Damon I couldn't tell if this was an attempt to grow a 'stache or if he forgot to wipe some chocolate milk or mass from his upper lip. Either way he has been "Simply Demonic!" since he has stopped shaving. And lastly we have Jaret Wright. Ahh Jaret Wright, when will you decide to either be a pitcher or completely suck? This guy is so aggravating. Come on hook a brother up either get yourself designated for assignment or get it together. Anyways, it seems at this point that Jaret will try anything. Once uncle Sal gave all the boys a talking to he jumped right on board. Jaret's 'stache is in the same grey area like Damon's. In that way you can say that his 'stache is like his pitching, not all there and kinda crappy. I am hoping it comes in though so he can start to tear it up. Here is a pick of all of the guys. This image is from

The only person who is not happy with the power of facial hair is the overlord of the evil empire himself...Darth Vader! Wait I mean George Steibrenner! Man Boston's management is so clever, evil empire they kill me. Anyway Big Stein likes his players to keep it clean and he does not find moustaches all that sanitary. I mean you don't know what could get trapped in those freaking things, right George? Well I say cry your eyes out Mr. Steinbrenner, I will take Victory any day, even if it comes with a hairy lip that has some crusty food stuffs on it.

Despite Mr. Steinbrenner's tears the rest of the team better recognize and get on the moustache express asap. My number one vote for the next guy that needs a moustache is A-Rod. This guy is a complete tool and a moustache may be the only way to fix him. Here is an artist rendering of what his moustache may look like.

See even Shaq likes him now. And Shaq is the master of Shaq-Fu! That is what the A-man needs, some sick hairy lip action. He also needs to stop sucking.

When thinking about moustaches I did not want to limit my thoughts to just the Yankees. That would not be fair. So I began to think of another guy who could really use some help. And here is what I came up with.

Our beloved president, George Walker Bush used to have a slight cocaine problem. For all of you out there who do not know cocaine is a drug and drugs are bad. Anyway the leader of the free world used to have a cocaine problem. So if I ever get a time machine this will help the president the past when he used to do cocaine. See this is what George may have looked like when all cracked up on cocaine.

And here is what he would look like if he grew a moustache.

Besides looking super sexy he could deny, deny, deny that he has a cocaine problem. For all you know that could be powdered sugar, or parmesan cheese, or angel dust in his moustache. If only he could keep his big mouth shut. We can always hope right? Although he could be talking about Coca Cola. However that is not very likely since he used to have a cocaine problem. Anyway there you go, if I ever get a time machine I am going to hook a brother up with some sage like advice about growing a moustache.

Let's Go Yankees!


P.S. for more moustache fun check out the old 'stache post I did, click HERE!

Saturday, August 19, 2006


Oh boy little baby Jesus here it is, the second part of the Lucero post! Damn I took way to long getting this done. Whatev's sit back crack open a cold one and get ready for the awesome. Here it go...

So after we all had somehow managed to find the boat and weasel our way on board we set-up shop on the top deck of the Temptress. We had some time to kill at the dock so of course we all killed it in the usual way, by offing some brain cells. Beside everyone really wanting to go on this boat cruise to see Lucero everyone also wanted to drink some beers. It was a Saturday day and therefore officially Miller time. Katie was so pumped she was double fisting.

Nice, mom is really gonna be happy with that picture.

Anyway, after the ship got a move on our three hour tour began. It really was three hours. I don't know if the people who planned the cruise went straight for the comedy on that one or what but that is funny to me. So with Gilligan and the Skipper
at the helm the boat started down the Hudson river. We were treated to some really nice views of the city(Manhattan fool). Super Steve really appreciated it. Trapped inside that man of lightning resides the heart of a poet. Look at how contemplative he is in this pic.

He's thinking about heavy things right there. He may be thinking...

"What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? Who am I?"


"Why would Sidney Ponson replace alcohol with ice cream?"


"Why would some someone do naked cartwheels for coke?"

Yeah Steve thinks about a lot of heavy things. He is a five tool player bro. Plus he is the fastest runner ever. Take that Conrad.

So from Steve thinking about heady subjects we go to this guy. Keith Terra, all American man. Keith keeps it real. He knows the value of a man can, some time with the bros, and a pack of Camel Turkish silvers. Really he knows exactly how much that should cost him. He puts it at about $6.75 give or take depending on your location at the time. City ain't cheap bro. Keith is seen here representing all things American...

...Basically that would be beer, cigarettes, a black T-shirt and the flag. Way to go Keith. I actually really like this picture a lot. Buddy cam came through big time with this one. As all of this stylin was going down something happened.

As we all got settled in to some chairs and snuggled up with some cold ones we hit the jackpot. A bachelorette party came and sat next to us. That's right a whole gaggle of chicks pumped up on hormones and thoughts marriage sat right next to our group of heroes. You could not have scripted this any better. This was what the lady of the hour looked like.

Nice hat right? But little did these ladies know what they were in for.

Conradical the all powerful had fully transformed himself into Gigam mode. Gigam is Conrad's alcohol fueled super awesome alter ego. Just last night he thought he could put his hands into a spinning fan, defeat everyone and their mother in flip cup and that he could toss Keith about the length of a football field. All in all Gigam is fun and unpredictable. On the boat Gigam was getting ready to rock. I got the pictures to prove it.

Here Gigam is showing off the bruises he got from his ninja roll after our race on forty fourth street.

And then here he is a few moments later laying a vice grip on Katie's leg. I thought this was funny. Sometimes Gigam has to hand out a vice grip and you ain't gonna see it coming.

Yeah so that's how it was going down for a while. I took a stroll around the boat with Shoe and James at this point. Nothing much to report about there. We saw Super fly and a few of the Hooligan boys but nothing to exciting. So we headed back up to the deck and I was so glad we came back in time to see this happen.

Gigam had somehow got the seat next to the bachlorette party. He was set to strike and this chicks were in for it. But then Gigam saw something more interesting than ladies and vaginas...chicken. Yeah the chicks had found some food and Gigam was gonna get him some. Look at his smooth moves.

Is it just me or do all of the girls in this picture look either really amused or really scared. However he did it Gigam managed to get a piece of chicken off of the girls. Victory! He celebrated by devouring the chicken like a rabid wolverine and then tossing it over his shoulder non nonchalant style. Now that is Gigam. He wanted some more and went back to try and get another piece but the Roach stepped in and got him to stop. Here is his victory stance over a confused Gigam.

Gigam was not the only one to have a good time with the bachelorette party. Actually James had a better time. He went on to pimp his way into being invited out for the rest of the party. He also got himself invited to the wedding. Way to go Thor! I really wish I had a picture of his victory march off the boat. He was striding after those ladies as if he was the King. And I guess he was.

The show itself was really awesome. The guys came out with a ton of energy and really got the whole crowd going. You know the show was pretty awesome if you are a smiling sweaty mess by the end of it.

While I was trying to turn back the tide of humanity that was swelling toward Lucero I noticed a particular female over to the side of the band. She kept trying to creep closer and closer toward the band. She succeeded in getting guitarist Brian Venable to acknowledge her. As soon as that happened she decided it was Karaoke time and charged over to Ben singing over a few songs. Finally after she did this a few times singer Ben Nichols had to give her this one, "I think I got this one from her but thanks." I didn't talk to her so I wouldn't know if she is a good or bad person but from what I saw I can say she was kinda annoying. Sorry.

Another girl in the crowd saw this and tried to pull the same act. But it did not work out as well for her, I guess she was not as pretty as the other girl. Or maybe not as annoying. Anyway she failed to get to the mike but was pretty much standing right there with the band. I guess she was pretty annoying.

Gigam on the other hand was rocking from above the stage and behind the curtain. He really becomes the master of any domain he enters. Well it is more like he charges in and conquers the area crushing his enemies before him and hearing the lamentation of their women. Hmm I like that, Gigam is a modern day Conan.

And finally here is a picture of James getting Rocked off. Just because.

Well that is the Lucero post for now. I will most likely make some edits when I can use a real computer. Right now I am using my sisters and it sucks hard. I could not get some of the pictures I wanted to add in and the speel check is not working. So it good now but it will be a little better later.


Thursday, August 17, 2006

the nineteenth, YEAH, Mortekai Stickers Are Here!

Yes, Yes, Ya'll! The Mortekai Stickers arrived on my door step yesterday. All of the images came out clear and look totally rad. These stickers are on vinyl, weather proof, and great quality. We got four stickers this time. Here is what they look like:

Kai Captains

Mortekai Heart Logo

Mortekai Scratch Logo

Mortekai Yes

Keep an eye out,

P.S. Lucero, tomorrow, hmmm?

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

In-betweener aka some 11HHH pictures...

Tomorrow, or maybe a little later in the week, you will get the next part in the Lucero Rocks off post. I think if it all went up at once it could be too much for anyone to handle. The results would be disastrous. Bowels would loosen and eyes would fly form their sockets. Not good to have to much of a good thing. So I found these 11 Hour Happy Hour pictures that I took with my camera phone. Most of these are before any real damage has been done. I will try get some pictures of the severe damage over the next few 11HHH. Ok so here we go a few pictures and a few brief descriptions, Enjoy or DIE!

Cappa came with us on our 11HHH trip to Wantagh. This pic was taken on the car ride from McCann's to Mulcahys. Let me warn anyone who would go to Mulcahys for happy hour right now, they charge a cover. Thats sucks in my book. The point of happy hour, and 11HHH, is to have some fun on the cheap. Charging a cover totally defeats the purpose. It's like paying for water, completely dumb. Basically that bar blows hard. So we ended up going to Boss Crokers which was not really the place to meet people but did have good prices, good beer selection, and $5.00 Irish Car Bombs. Ok let me repeat the last one, $5.00 Irish Car Bombs. If you like car bombs this is the place to go. They also buy back after a drink or two which was sick. It has been said that they have the best wings around. I think the wings be cheap on Wednesday. Rock!

This one was taken right outside McCann's. Cap was so excited he gave me a whack on the back and it left this hand print. Dick. He had pool chalk all over his paw from the tables at McCann's. They have good tables and a decent happy hour. You can take your drinks out on the patio which is fun. A chalky back sucks though.

We went down to Long Beach the following week. After getting lost for what seemed like forever we finally found the strip with all of the bars on it. Conradical called me before he left his house and I told him to check out a map on the computer. He said ok. Next thing I know we are driving around Long beach completely lost. We almost ended up going to the bars where Paul Lo Duca picked up his 19 year old love toy. That could have been messy. This picture was taken after we got to a Bar/Resturant called the A Whales Tale. This place is awesome. Good eats at decent prices and fantastic beer at cheap prices. Check out the selection below.

Every single one of these beers was $3.00 bucks in a mug. Three bucks! That was a sick deal. And the Happy Hour goes from 11am until 10pm. When we went at like 6pm the place was mostly all restaurant. Only a few hard core drinkers were there. But when we went back at 9:00 the place was packed. There were a few flashbulbs there but other than that the place was great. Oh and the Miller Lite pints were $2.00 bucks.

This last one is from last week. We went down to Huntington. At first I thought this was going to end up being an expensive mistake but I was way wrong. We went to Dr. Finely's. This place can sometimes be a crap sandwich if you go at night or on the weekends. But it was happy hour so we gave it a shot. Man that place was fun. They gave us free chips, and most pints of beer were half off. They had a selection that was as good if not better than A Whales Tale. They had Sam, Sam Summer, Sam Cherry Wheat, a few varieties of Brooklyn, Franziskaner, Woodchuck Cider, and a whole bunch of others. I think there may have been like 13 beers on tap and out of that only 3 were full price. We tried a bunch of them and then rocked around town for a while. All in all a good 11HHH.

11HHH 4-eva,

Oh here is a bonus picture of Paul Lo Duca

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


Ok so this post is really late. Sorry but sometimes that is how I roll. Anyway here it is the Lucero post.

On Saturday August fifth there was a rock show put on by Rocks Off. The Show was aboard the Temptress and went up the Hudson river, around the Statue of Liberty, up the East river through the Brooklyn bridge and back again. The acts were Tim Barry, the lead singer from Avail, and Lucero. We all had our tickets early and were planning for the trip well in advance. People were ready to dial it in as the time to go approached. The whole trip was great and everyone had a blast and an adventure or two along the way. Say alright!

A bunch of the crew hopped on a mid-afternoon train for Manhattan along the Ronkonkoma line. Terra, Roach, James and Daniel picked up the train in Ronkonkoma. The rest of us Tara, Cap, Vinny, Conrad, and I got the Deer Park station. At Deer Park we all met up in the same car and the good times began. Man Cans (24 oz Beers), regular brews, Sparks, and Vodka were all present and really did not scare anyone off. Then Tara pulled out a bottle of Patron and it was time to separate the drunks from the alcoholics. That stuff is good, maybe too good. Anyway everyone who put away some Patron would be feeling it later. Some harder than others.

The train was cruising along and the guys could not believe I brought a few extra beers. I think Terra was the most surprised at my choice. That was until the train stopped...for an hour...right outside Woodside Station. The AC completely shut off and the train was dead. I guess we had been making a lot of noise on the way because once we stopped a family seated right behind us started giving us a run for our money in the noisy and obnoxious department. And they didn't even have any tequila. It may have been that the guys sang Last Caress one too many times or the fact that we are all generally pretty loud but whatever it was the gauntlets were thrown down. We all got antsy and Terra and I tried to sneak a quick smoke in between cars. We would have succeeded if an off duty cop who thought he was Captain America didn't catch us. This guy was super strict with a lame buzz-cut. After Terra and I stirred up the hornets nest with our smoking attempt this tool bag kept marching up and down the isles keeping a tight almost big brother like eye on our whole train car. This guy must have had a bad childhood. Anyway this is pretty much what he looked like.

At this point if you added up our battles with Captain Tool Bag, and the family sitting behind us, plus the fact that we were all beginning to get real hot and sweaty your result would end up being Armageddon times PI to the second power. Basically that train was about to turn into a war zone. It was also not helping that about five trains passed us going eastbound and westbound. We were starting to wonder what was up with the train. Finally we got some info from the conductor. The news crackled out of the somehow crappy speakers on the new(ish) train. Apparently someone had gotten into an accident on the tracks. All of us could not believe that this was possible. Everyone on the train was super pissed that this was the reason for the hold up. How could anyone be dumb enough to have an accident on the tracks?

We would not find out until a day later that someone had actually died on the tracks. The young ladies name was Natalie Smead she was 18 and going to a concert also. Click here for the story. After I read that story I checked a few more out and it was amazing to find out that this kind of accident is not as uncommon as one may think. Several incidents like this have occurred in the past. Read this story for a follow up with people who had similar experiences. It is really sad that something like that can still happen on the LIRR. Here is a link to their site if you would like to make some noise, Long Island Railroad

This is a picture from Newsday of a tape measure held by a reporter that measures the gap between platform and train at Syosset LIRR Station on Tuesday August 8, 2006. Depending on whether one included the added strip of material at edge of concrete platform or not, the gap was either 14 or over 15 inches. This distance is similar to the one Natalie fell through at Woodside.

So back on the train, we are all still wondering what the hell is going on. Everyone was running low on supplies and they all started looking to me for a hand out. Ohhhhh, now who brought too much huh? I knew it was a good idea to pack a few extra brews for the ride. Let's face it, you can never really bring to many beers around these kids. So we all continued on drinking and having a good time. We cracked jokes and everyone continued to sing Last Caress ever once and a while. Conrad decided he was ready to become Gigam, his super crazy drunken alter ego, and began drinking double shots of Patron. Roach was right behind Gigam chasing his tequila with a mixture of Vodka and Red Bull. That is liquid crack friend. As the train started to get hotter and the supplies ran lower and lower we finally had got a break. We were barley able to hear it over the horrible PA system but we strained and we heard it. The train would be moving momentarily. And by that the conductor meant in twenty minutes. On that train twenty minutes seemed like two hours. At the time it really felt like we were there forever.

But then it happened. The train shook a tiny bit. We all began to feel a little shot of air from the vents! We had POWER! The train would be able to move now!

Check out how psyched we all are, YEAH!

Then slowly the train lurched back to life and began to move forward. It was on now. Everybody was super excited and began to finish up all of the train supplies. We were on the way to Penn and then on to Lucero! Eventually we hit the tunnel and we knew we would be there soon. Our ears all popped and we knew it was the home stretch.

That was until the train stopped again. Dammit. We all sat there on the train in the darkness of the tunnel and wondered if we would ever get to the platform. Eventually the train started moving again. The wait this time it was not nearly as long as the first. I think the reason we stopped was to hold up some of the trains that were late due to the accident.

Anyway this is what we looked like when we started moving the second time.

Can you believe how sweaty we all are? That train got real sticky. Damn that is a lot of sweat. Also we were so down on supplies by this point we were passing around a Michelob Ultra, the worst, and the tequila and vodka.


That's the way we get by. Finally we arrived at Penn station and we all stumbled out of the train and up the stairs to the corner of thirty eighth and eighth. Then traffic came to a halt while everyone argued about what we should do.

"Let's take a cab."

"Buddy its only a few blocks and I don't want to dial in for a cab."

"Let's just make moves already."

"It's hot."

"I'm hungry."

"Are we there yet?"

Yeah it was pretty annoying at first. And Cap and Vinny bolted off on there own for some sweet loving, or was it pizza? I don't remember. Anyway we all finally agreed to start hoofing it because we were going to meet up with Bezerko himself Shoemaker. He is wild.

Bezerko had his own crazy adventure that day. He went to the Warped Tour then was going to hit a train up and got lost in a ghetto part of Hempstead. Finally he found his way to the train and beat all of us into the city. We wanted to take bets on whether he would make it or not but no one thought he would. And he beat us there. Bastard.

The whole gang started cruising west and north through the streets of Manhattan while finishing off the last of the drinks. It was at this point that I noticed that Conrad's transformation into Gigam was complete. He pounded down his drink right outside of a Police station and spiked the can on the ground. Yeah.

The rest of the time we were walking Gigam made sure to punch at least two things per block. Walls, signs, garbage cans, it didn't matter to the steel fists of Gigam. We finally caught up with Shoe and had enough time to hit a bar before going to the boat so we started looking for one. We started walking again and I decided to split off, we would find one quicker if we split up. I had no success but eventually the guys found one about two blocks and an avenue away from Forty First street and West Side Highway where the boat was docked. We all met up inside the divey bar. I tried to order a beer but the bartender was busy checking out some drunk chicks that came off of an earlier booze cruise. He was old and creepy and all I wanted was a beer. I was not to happy with that and even less happy when I realized Tara was not in the bar. Lucky for me though she found a bar one avenue over that had some sick beers on tap. As I tried to take off Gigam decided that he would come with me. I thought his antics at this point were pretty funny by this point so I took him along. Man was I glad I did.

We met Tara on the next corner and then I thought we should all race there. It was funny to me at the time and it worked out better than I could have planned. Gigam broke into a full run and passed me. So I sped up to keep up with him. I was back right behind him when I noticed he was starting to run more and more into the ground. Finally he ran straight into a forward roll spinning completely over and kicking the nearest car. Tara and I could not control the laughter. But Gigam was un-phased he jumped right back up and kept running.

"Ok, you win" I said to him.

"I WIN!" he shouted.

We walked the rest of the way to the bar which had a good selection of beers. I cannot remember what I had but Gigam and Tara each had a Warsteiner, the queen of beers. All of them came in huge glasses and they were super tasty. Gigam pounded his as if he was made out of lightning and then proceeded to slump his head in normal Gigam fashion. Classic form the originator, Gigam. Here is how the sequence looked.

After bringing him around we headed out to a Pizza place. While Tara and Gigam were inside getting a slice some rando came up to me and asked me for a cigarette. I noticed that she was wearing the patch and I made mention of it.

She was like, "Do you think I will get sick?" that was my window.

I was like, "Hell yeah. That is really bad for you!"

She totally bought it and I kept my cigarette. Cheap Johns all the way! But then another scrub came along and bummed a cigarette off of me so I guess I broke even. Anyway after Gigam and Tara got their slices we busted it down to the dock. Our ship was called the Temptress. Check out some of the photos to get an idea of what we were expecting form the boat. Click this link to see the Temptress. We all got checked on the way in and I have no idea how Gigam made it on, that kid was in Neverland at this point.

Ten of us headed to the boat together but we all boarded separately. That was kinda crazy. Here are Terra and James boarding for the voyage.

When we all got split up at Penn I was worried that Cap and Vinny would get lost. Instead they found BP and got to take a picture with Ben Nichols, lead singer of Lucero. Check out that unimpressed scowl. I think he asked these fools for ten bucks after this pic was taken.

Ok so that is the story so far. Tune in soon for the next part in the tale.

Rock OFF!,

Friday, August 11, 2006


GOD DAMMIT! I was working on the Lucero post when the internet decided to crash hard, twice. I uploaded a bunch of the photos and I had written about three quarters of the post when it crashed the last time. I am super pissed. I thought I had saved a back up but apparently I was wrong. F the internet and F Safari. So no Lucero post until Monday. God help the internet if it screws with me on Monday.

So since I do not have the post ready I thought I would post a picture Cap did. It is his design idea for our softball team jerseys. We are going to be team BYAH! Here is the pic:

Nice right? Check out those paint skills. Simply amazing. When the season gets closer to starting, about three weeks, I will put up the roster and stats and crap. It should be pretty funny.


Thursday, August 10, 2006

SUPER! you can find it if you look...

One Good Thing. Done with a pen and highlighter on paper. Tomorrow should be the Lucero post. I was able to get a few of the pictures I wanted. Rock!


Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Ok, maybe by Friday...

Well I still want to hold off on posting about the Lucero show. I still do not have the pictures I want for the post. I really could write about the show, and the cruise, and Stinkeye leaving with a bachelorette party but I don't want to cheat you. I know, I know, I am a huge dummy. I promise to put up a post about the show by Friday. I'm sorry. If you really want to know the basic one line equation of how the show went I can give it to you. It goes like this, Lucero + boat cruise + good friends = sick times. That be the bare bones right there. The real full on equation has like things getting divided by pi and cubed and all kinds of other crazy math type stuff. It also involves people ending up with sleeveless shirts. F-U-N.

So thats it for today. No post.


You're still here?

It's over

go home


You are persistent. I like that. Way to go tiger. Since you are so super Airwolf I guess I could post a drawing for you. I just hope you like it :^)

Monday, August 07, 2006

11 Hour Happy Hour, Conrad said it best...

So the previous post really did a horrible job of describing "11 Hour Happy Hour". I wrote that post last Friday while I was at work. As I read it now I realize that the post was rushed and I really could not wait to get the hell out of the office. That being said I feel I failed "11 Hour Happy Hour".

But then today there was a light. It split through the dark cloud of Friday's post and rained down awesomeness from the heavens upon my wide opened eyes. I was reading Conradical's Myspace blog when I saw he wrote a post about "11 Hour Happy Hour". As I read the post I was amazed. That magnificent bastard did it, he captured the absolute awesome of 11 HHH perfectly.

So I feel I owe it to Conradical, 11 HHH, all of you that may read this and myself to post the Rad ones fantastic thoughts on the phenomenon we like to call "11 Hour Happy Hour". So here it is, an awesome description of an awesome tradition.

And now I'll reveal the secrets of "11 Hour Happy Hour."

In the summer, I've been dismissed from work early because it's really dead and the office is like a ghost town. So I told Kevin (Mortekai) about this and he decided to leave work early too. What developed was the "11 Hour Happy Hour," an event that has quickly grown into a Friday afternoon-into-night tradition and adventure.

It's called 11 Hour Happy Hour because that first week we went out around 4:30pm and I was back home at 3:30am. I kept telling everyone about the "11 happy hours" we had that day and so as we continued to do this every weekend, we started referring to it as 11 Hour Happy Hour.

It's like a TV show where Kevin and I are the hosts and every week we have a special guest. First week it was BC, then Shoe, later Cap, and last week Tara. We've had a couple now with no guests, like yesterday for instance.

We've been to Port Jefferson, Bay Shore, Setauket, Smithtown, Massapequa, Wantagh, and, most recently, Long Beach. We did a Friday in Manhattan too July 4th weekend, but that probably doesn't qualify since it started later and we were in a large crowd.

Sometimes we're so drunk we don't remember how we got home. Other times, like yesterday, we just explore and drink good beers, have some fun and meet up with our friends later.

During this two month stretch of 11 Hour Happy Hours, I've played pool, played darts, played beer pong, done wax shots, gnawed on a bar tap, acquired phone numbers without remembering how or why, chased a dachshund, almost saw a fight, overpaid for a Chili's burger, drank a beer that smelled like a stink bomb, had a slap fight, beat myself with a meat tenderizer, found a place that serves $3 Brooklyn Ale, found another place that serves $5 car bombs, watched a lot of Mets and Yankees games, and drank a lot of Magner's cider and Sparks Black.

It's all about the specials. And if your bar asks me to take me hat off or pay a cover, I'm not going in (see Irish Times, Mulcahey's, Minnesota's, that place that used to be Saints and Sinners etc.).

So that's it. That's 11 Hour Happy Hour. Our Friday Happy Hour trip and softball on Sunday is what's been getting me through the week this summer. Join us next Friday, won't you? I don't know where we're going yet, but we'll probably be thinking about it by Tuesday and suggestions are always welcome.

Thank you Conrad,

P.S. The Lucero show on Saturday was unbelievably awesome. I will get a post up about that show tomorrow or Wednesday depending on when I get pictures. The night was great all around. The show was on a boat that provided some sick views. We got to hear great tunes and we spent time with some of our best friends. Plus I got the chance to talk to some of the guys from the band and they are super nice. More soon, have a great one!

Friday, August 04, 2006

11 Hour Happy Hour...

Oh Jesus. The rad one and myself have created a monster called 11 hour happy hour. Bros hang and get drunk during happy hour and then push it to encompass the entire evening. Trust me when I say it is fun to the max and a dangerous proposition. i wish I could show you the pix but they are illegal.

There is a Lucero show this weekend. So you get pictures from the show they played in Brooklyn. I will post 11 hour happy hour pics if they ever happen. Mostly we forget to take them due to our being a-holes. So here are old 'Cero pics. Lame I know but what shall one do.

The first picture with the fake version of Keith Terra is one of my favorite pictures ever. Cap is trying so hard to pretend that picture was not on purpose. He is crazy you are crazy I am crazy. No punctuation see you Monday