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A couple weeks ago, Chrome Ball posted up an interview with Jason Dill from 2003. Hard to believe that was 8 years ago now… but the video got me thinking about Dill, considering I was fairly obsessed with his approach to skating at that time. Really, his approach to everything is pretty fascinating anyway… one of skateboarding’s great eccentrics.

When Tony Trujillo skates he looks like a beautiful Indian on fire. He looks like he could skate with a tomahawk in his hand, and it would work. You wouldn’t really notice that it was there and he would just hack at the coping. He’s the best skater we have right now. I have tranny skills but he’s got like supernatural-phenomenon tranny skills. He embodies some of the greatest skateboarding we’ll ever witness. I like when things look sketchy with an edge of gracefulness. 

He’s also one of the few people I’ve ever seen who can almost pull off a rat tail without looking like a freckly 13 year old. The man’s truly talented.

My apartment is a fun house. And you can take that however you want.

Click here for a larger version, since, let’s be honest: size matters.

This is actually my first attempt at ever shooting a panorama. It was kind of a half-success. It’s not a complete panorama, as you can see, but I was fortunately able to salvage something pretty interesting regardless. The final image here ended up being 21 feet long in the end, topping out at a mean 945 megabytes. My computer had a food baby for a couple hours after that… and my god, the gas.

The odd warping perspective that got introduced when stitching the whole thing together adds to the inherent weirdness of my living room — methinks the effect would be somewhat lost if my apartment was a little more Better Homes and Gardens and a little less LSD Clubhouse. But then, where’s the fun in that?

Why not?

Well… still doesn’t look like a g, but whatever. It’s 140 characters or less, and that’s all the kids care about anyway.

Blueprint just turned the perma-slept-on Marty Murawski pro and released this sweet video as a celebration. I wonder if the British dudes on the team get pissed when one of the rebels gets a board before they do.

Marty Murawski has been getting a good amount of coverage lately, so it was a smart move on Blueprint’s part to turn him pro — as one of the only Americans sponsored by the British board company, he’ll be a good ambassador to the colonies. So while we’re at it, here is his fantastic part from The Filmbot Files. It’s the total package — filming, music, and uh, oh right, skating. 

Overall, I’ve really been feeling the Blueprint guys lately — they’re just so cute in that pasty-British-scrapper-with-awful-teeth kind of way. In general, it’s been great seeing increased coverage of European companies in the American skate media. There’s something just slightly different about them (like besides the accent and body odor) compared to all the over-saturated American teams, that when combined with a variety of lesser-known spots, makes these Euro bastards really refreshing to watch. Go figure, we’re seeing the effects of globalization in an industry where most of the participants didn’t even get far enough in high school to know what “globalization” means.

I don’t know about everybody else, but I’m running from this week as fast as fucking possible… which involves not running at all, but sitting relatively still inside a moving vehicle.

And we’re going now / ‘Cause, hey this is it / This is where we are / Out here where silence is / Seventy miles an hour, windows up tight / And I am home 

This song more than earned its spot on my award winning Pissed Off At The World: The High School Years mixtape. Although, in retrospect, my high school years contained remarkably little that warranted being so pissed off about. Nonetheless, posting this seemed appropriate, even if it’s going to be far from a crowd pleaser. But that’s what it is to be emo, after all — friendless, and deservedly so. 

Rebirth… how about Retard instead? As in “this album is so stupid it must be retarded.” Are you following me?

If you haven’t heard it yet, imagine a Sega Genesis whining through humorless anthems written by a snotty 10^th grader for about an hour straight. That would be better than this.

So what’s the fucking deal? Lil’ Wayne’s foray into assisted suicide has been legally available since Tuesday and nobody on any of the blogs I read feels like talking about what a spectacular trainwreck this album is? How it’s a failure in a genre comprised almost entirely of failures? No?

Well this can mean only one of two things. Either you all love it and I should officially consider one Weezy F. Baby as the first horseman of the apocalypse, or you were all much smarter than I and didn’t even bother to check it out in the first place.

In light of our one-sided discussion about coats of arms leading way to modern logo design earlier this week, this is the story of a logo, who cried a river and drowned the whole… uh… hm.

I guess making parodies of cheesy pop song lyrics doesn’t really work when you switch out an easily rhymed word like “girl” with “logo.” 

Originally the idea here was to take an element from the first “logo,” as it were, and carry it over to a new doodle, letting it evolve naturally (hey, weed is natural, prudes). Nonetheless, I lost the reigns here a little bit, in case that wasn’t obvious, and I think this ended up as more of a devolution than anything. For one thing, “DG” isn’t even a logical abbreviation for “dedleg”. But not like that matters, considering by the third iteration it was totally illegible anyway.

I often lament that what I love to do doesn’t pay the rent. But sometimes, I can really understand why.

Anybody need a male escort? Special talents include mediocre logo design.

Considering its incredible prevalence and versatility as a condiment, you think it’d be a good deal easier to actually get ketchup on your food.

I found this clipping from the sands of time over at 4Q, and it proves that getting ketchup out of a bottle has been a confounding, Herculean task for far too long. Particularly because I’ve never found their proposed method particularly useful. Plus, it’s hard to make ketchup badass, so frankly, I’m starting to like the sound of this “hazardous and unnecessary” shit anyway.

Thank the gods of sauce for plastic bottles, right? But not for plastic ketchup packets, because those are the worst invention man has ever created, designed purely to spawn frustration and disappointment. Almost as bad as Christmas morning in the ghetto, if you ask me.

This is my official reply to the 160+ spam comments I received between the hours of 6 and 7:30 PM last night…

Yeah, it doesn’t make too much sense, but neither did any of the spam I got.

In fact, that’s the worst part. They were all completely nonsensical — literally, there was no reason for these comments to exist at all except to annoy. So I guess they’re kind of like mosquitos, except at least we were able to use mosquitos to bring dinosaurs back to life until fat, stupid Dennis Nedry had to go and fuck it all up.

Really, just ask yourself, if you saw this message sailing on the Internet’s high seas during your travels, would you be at all enticed?

a8L6Hx xoklakygzknu, [url=http://tpdsdyjvpwkn.com/]tpdsdyjvpwkn[/url], [link=http://fqbodgnzdeku.com/]fqbodgnzdeku[/link], http://npxlpzlnsfix.com/ 

Mmm… so rich with meaning. Anthropologists from the future will be trying to decode that shit for decades. I honestly don’t understand how spam remains an actual industry. How does anyone make any money at all from this? They don’t appear to be selling anything — no veiled messages about nude celebrities or herbal penis remedies. I mean, Jesus Christ, the fucking link doesn’t even work! It was designed for the sole purpose of wasting my time!

Another strike against the robots, as far as I’m concerned.

The best video for the best song on The Avalanches’ debut, Since I Left You, “Frontier Psychiatrist”. They’ll have a new album out sometime this century, but right now this will have to suffice.

I think I may have cursed myself with the text in this drawing, but after about 2 hours, even a perfectionist knows to stop flossing a dead horse. So I guess we’re looking at one of the “lows,” since I couldn’t manage to come up with a set of colors for this thing that didn’t look like finger paint day at the group home. Your findings may vary.

Maybe that’s why nobody has Coats of Arms anymore — totally not worth the trouble! From Wikipedia…

A coat of arms, more properly called an armorial achievement, armorial bearings, or often just arms for short, in European tradition, is a design belonging to a particular person (or group of people) and used by them in a wide variety of ways. Historically, they were used by knights to identify them apart from enemy soldiers. 

And here I thought bringing them back would be a good idea. You wanna know if I’m not to be fucked with? I’ll just get a tattoo of some fucking barbed wire instead and we can call it a day.

Nonetheless, I really do find Coats of Arms timeless and attractive (when they’re not Victoria Secret pink and Chinese food shit green, I guess) — they’re basically the ancestors of logo design. And even though brand recognition and customer loyalty weren’t exactly important issues in the Middle Ages, their Coats of Arms still share much in common with the logos of today: they’re iconic, descriptive, and custom-tailored.

And sometimes logos are shit green, too.