Story of my life, bro.
Looks like Dedleg’s going to be on a future episode of Maury. Finally… the fame I deserve. Was that fame, or infame? Is infame even a word? And here’s another question for ya, who fucking cares?
This concludes our test of the emergency lack of content broadcast system.
Be still my beating, blackened heart.
Where is this paradise? And, more importantly, do you think they have anything like this available to rent on Craigslist? I’m in the market for a summer getaway.
Here’s a drawing I did today for a bigger project I’m working on. My lips are sealed for now, lest I incur the wrath of our kickflipping ghost with the most, but I will say the world will almost certainly be a better place once it’s done.
If you ever wanted to know what the Grim Reaper wears under his robe, well, wonder no more. He rocks basketball shorts, obviously. It’s all about comfort when you’re the harbinger of death. It’s not an easy job.
Lightning does indeed strike twice in this latest installment of The Berrics’ “Off The Grid” series, with Auystn Gillette and Daryl Angel tearing up some tried and true, fundamental street skating.
If it hasn’t already been done, I’d like to nominate this segment for the “Best Soundtrack in a Skateboarding Video Ever” award.
Between Fleetwood Mac’s “Gypsy” and DMX’s “Ima Bang,” pretty much my entire emotional range is represented in this video through sound. In fact, it is not merely a fantastic soundtrack for a skateboarding video, but it’s a strong contender for the soundtrack to my life. I struggle to imagine a situation in which one of these two songs would not be appropriate. Winding down after a long day at work? Gypsy. Getting psyched up before a night of bar hopping? Ima Bang. Feeling down and out after the tragic death of a friend or family member? Gypsy. Going to the funeral the next day? Ima Bang. I could go on, but I feel like I’ve proved my point.
I don’t think anybody was wondering, but just in case anybody was wondering, this switch flip is a fairly irrefutable argument for why Gilbert Crockett is now pro, and probably should have gone pro a while ago. This dude is kind of good, huh?
The secret to achieving a flick of that caliber is to imagine a ninja killed your family and is now waiting for you at the top of the stairs… or so I’m told.
It’s becoming clear that this kid can jump over pretty much anything.
I posted a GIF of Grant Taylor from AWS’ section in The Cinematographer Project a couple weeks ago, so here’s the second helping, because if you’re anything like me, you like your gnarly with a side of extra gnarly.
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?
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!