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Good day, girls and ghouls. Here’s a fairly random assortment of photos from the weekend.

The Empire State Building was green on 4/20. Coincidence? I think not!

Where do birds go when they need to migrate home in the spring? To the train station, dummy! Duh!

Been doing a little light reading lately.

Rain, rain, go away, so I can go skateboarding today.

Hate to break it to you, gang, but looks like Dedleg’s going to be Dedsville again today. And I wish I could say it’s simply because we’re observing this most holy of occasions (note the date). However, the reality is, if I actually was just sitting around smoking the weeds, I’d almost certainly be working on some shit for Dedleg at the same time. Not because I don’t have any friends to celebrate with instead, even though that is true, but also because, unfortunately, I have a job. Yes, it is very unfortunate to be employed when it’s 70 degrees all week, and I don’t care what any of you Occupy Wall Street bumpkins have to say about it.

Nonetheless, if you’ve gotta go to work instead of chiefing your brains into herbal pudding today, you might as well go to work in style.

Ah well, better luck next week, I suppose.

For the past few days, all eyes have been on the holographic reincarnation of Tupac Shakur… hell, maybe even Tupac’s eyes were on the holographic reincarnation of Tupac Shakur from his secret hideout somewhere. All novelty aside, I prefer to focus on more futuristic scenarios… yes, even more futuristic than holograms, which aren’t really all that futuristic anyway, considering they’ve existed almost exclusively in McDonald’s Happy Meals since around the time The Grimace still had four arms.

Centuries from now, imagine a primitive society, emerging from the ashen doom of this era, stumbles upon a recording of The Notorious B.I.G.‘s “Juicy,” and takes particular note of the lyric, “Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade.” Lacking the proper historical records, they assume he was a prophet, and base an entire religious structure around the larger-than-life rap legend. Sound crazy?

Stayin’ Juicy - The Notorious B.I.G. / Bee Gee’s / Teddy Bears mashup

Hey, stranger things have happened. It’s basically how, like, a lot of the Bible was misinterpreted over the course of human history. But you don’t want to hear all that. Anyway, if a futuristic cult has to spend the next age of humanity worshiping something it might as well be one of the very few rap songs that has managed to ascend far past its genre. Indeed, “Juicy” is now enjoying its legacy in overpriced nightclubs full of Armani Exchange-clad morons, every single weekend, all throughout NYC’s douchiest neighborhoods. As far as hip hop songs that can unite a huge variety of kind-of-annoying people go, it might even beat “Hey Ya.”

Captain Dedleg is pretty busy piloting some other ships aside from this one today, so, unfortunately, I won’t have any tantalizing new content for you to skim over. Thought I’d share a picture of my office, though, so at least you could get a glimpse at where the magic happens… even if it isn’t exactly happening right now.

See that trackball mouse? Pretty got-damn luxurious, if I do say so myself.

Nobody skates a roof like Harry Jumonjii skates a roof. And especially not in boxer shorts.

[photo by Nina Mouritzen]

This isn’t the first time I’ve blogged about the man’s high-flying antics. Good to see he hasn’t learned his lesson yet. With any luck, he’ll never have to!

Just woke up feeling like a rebel today, so I decided to post some very unseasonable photos up despite the near idyllic conditions outdoors. Take that, world.

When most people see a towering crane jutting up into the sky, they think “eyesore” or, “I wonder how much those condominiums will go for, I should talk to my agent.” I think, photo op. Actually, I’m probably really off the mark here. When most people see a towering crane jutting up into the sky, they probably think “Instagram photo op.” I mean, let’s be real here. You’re all “emo artfag losers” like me now!

New York is in a constant state of construction. Scaffolding shuffles along from block to block, becoming an integral part of any given street corner until one day, it’s suddenly gone, and you only realize because suddenly you don’t quite recognize where you are.

As if Williamsburg’s prized DIY skate spot under the BQE wasn’t already considerably better than the skate park two blocks away, some extremely benevolent soul did New York City skateboarding a massive kindness and recently installed a new quarterpipe there. This one looks like the freakishly mutated big brother of the little quarter that’s been there for years, and considering the type of slime you often encounter while skating the BQE Lot, it wouldn’t really surprise me if that wasn’t the only freakish mutant you might find down there.

It should be noted that, like pretty much everything else at this spot, it’s probably a lot harder to skate than these guys are making it look. And it’s probably already soaked in bird shit, too. But that’s like, so totally part of the charm.

I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but almost more tantalizing than a new quarter pipe is that weird concrete rainbow that makes a brief cameo around 58 seconds in:

Any new obstacle at the BQE Lot is cause for excitement, but this thing looks like a unique attraction, the likes of which you won’t find at any of the city’s legitimate concrete playgrounds, and fucking forget about finding a “real street” equivalent. Looks like people have been putting in some work at Brooklyn’s most notable DIY spot, and just in time for skate season to get in full swing. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to stop by and spend the afternoon getting filthy there.

Now, I’ve just got to keep my fingers crossed that nobody backs a car into it before I get a chance to get over there.

Sorry things have been quieter than usual the past few days. You’d think Friday the 13^th, with all its spooktacular connotations, would be kind of like Dedleg’s Superbowl, but alas, it seems it really is a rather unlucky day. I was working on this design but didn’t get a chance to finish it before other more pressing commitments butted in and ruined all the fun. Yes, it’s true, I actually do have more pressing commitments than crushing the Internet on a daily basis, if you can believe that.

I’ve also had my hands quite full with this little troublemaker — Dedleg’s unofficial new mascot, and completely official new sidekick/getaway driver, Gozer. Obviously, you can see he takes after his dad.

Anyway, it’s basically mid-June outside today, so you should probably just pretend I didn’t update the blog and go skateboarding instead. If a 10-week-old kitten that can’t even grow its own hair already figured that much out, what exactly are you waiting for?

And that’s why you don’t push switch mongo!

Clipping the two stair on the switch flip probably should have set off some alarms in his head, but if not, I guess hitting it after falling halfway down El Toro probably did. Too bad helmets are dumb, because one of those probably would have really helped. And in any case, sometimes taking a hard slam at the beginning of the sesh is what you need to snap into reality. This looks like more of a neck-snapping kind of situation though, but, uh, you get my point.

This exciting edition of Twilight is presented vampire-free thanks to our proud sponsor, the Coalition Against Vampiric Overexposure.

Jokes, the reality is that I’m just a bigger Jacob fan. Ah, the face of a cyborg, the body of a steroidal teenager. I’m weak in the knees.¹

I haven’t been able to get a drawing done yet this week (finger’s crossed… there’s still time), so I figured I’d just put up a few photos instead. You’ll take what you get! …And… and you’ll like it!

I was obviously pretty fucking fixated with the light reflecting on the lake — and to think, this was before I smoked. Perhaps all that glimmers really is gold… at least as far as photography subjects go (you may disagree — according to Facebook, some people see beauty in their morning coffee or their own reflection in the bathroom mirror).

Maybe it’s a little repetitive, but I haven’t posted up any sunset photos for, like, weeks, so cut me some slack here. I’ve been showing an awful lot of restraint.

Prospect Park is pretty darned magical at night, even without diamond-plated undead running around. It just goes to show that you really don’t need to be reincarnated as a vicious, blood-sucking predator just to have a good time.

Any vampire haters in the audience, you can fang me later for that tip.

¹ Please no one take me seriously, ever.

Look, I wanna be a dick and just say Strobeck’s part was better… not even to be a dick, since I actually did like Strobeck’s part, which is shocking considering it’s about 30% rollerskating footage. But the thing is… okay, actually, there are two things. First, the fact that it was The Gonz in the rollerskates helped. And second, uh, well, just refer to Grant’s noseblunt up there.