Serious Art
“Your Tauntaun Will Freeze Before You Reach The First Marker!”
Tim Olson Serious Art, Skating Photos
I like updating on Tuesday nights (Wednesday mornings?). I usually have a lot of great photos from the weekend events not to mention the skating that happens at Cream City on Tuesday nights. Today you’re going to get a photo extravaganza. Hold on to your pants, things might get weird.
As some of you might know, last Friday was my 35th birthday and it was really fun for once (my b-days usually suck). We went to get Mongolian barbecue, drank Mad Dog, skated the Murder Barn and then relaxed in the hot tub. Hell, I’ll just put up some pics for you illiterate fucks.
Lord Cru altered his shirt as my birthday present and I couldn’t have been happier. And by the picture you can tell he’s quite “happy” himself. On the right, Josh “hollas” at Old Nick. Did anyone mention the fact that Nick wouldn’t eat pork rinds? That’s a scary thought.
This place is really fun. Everyone gets really hyped to skate and drink cheap beer and rage. You can’t tell by the picture, but that ramp is not easy to skate.
Josh can do blunts on it though. When you fall you go straight to the flat and it hurts. Lucas takes care of making sure people don’t get out of line and comes strapped with his weapon of choice.
Where was Lucas with the machete when this was going down? Stemper needed a little calming down. That’s what the Hypnotic will do to you! The picture on the right has nothing to do with anything, but I just love it so that’s why you’re looking it now.
Tonight at Cream City, Josh and Will rigged up a little treat for everyone to enjoy. Lets call it the Rainbow. Rainbows are magic and make everyone happy. Here is a picture of Josh looking for his pot of gold.
Half of the bowl is done and construction on the other half has begun. It’s pretty much perfect and even has some secrets like in a level of Zelda. Since they needed to tear down some of the ramp to start on the corners, it left a Bam-esque style drop in for Stemper to tackle.
Now who’s your hero? Viva La Stemp!
I don’t know that any of you younger kids are going to care about this (as if you care what I did on my birthday), but Milwaukee native and Beer City pro; Tim Kulas sent me this clip which is sort of a pseudo-documentary about the bowl he built in his backyard. Tim is a really good guy and I wish him and his family the best for their move and new bowl. Enjoy the clip.
Later nerds.
The Last Klingon
Josh Serious Art, Skating Photos
It looks like it’s excuse time. Cru is swamped with school. Tim is working on getting his sleeping hours per day (shpd) to a level matching Gary’s. Toby has been off photographing Pikas in outer Mongolia. Steve is extremely busy finalizing the Fall ’08 women’s Rude Dog line. The Carn is editing ID3 tags for his mp3 collection while on the clock. And me? Well, let’s just say the couch is an easy place to fall asleep during an episode of CSI.
While we’ve all been doing this or that, you must remember that the wicked never sleep. By the wicked I mean our old friend Old Man Winter. That ballbuster has been at it again and has given us all the pleasure of his newest creation, Winter 2.0. That dude is a total boner. In fact, looking back to exactly one month ago today, this is what we were doing:
Oh, how nice and novel! Skateboarding outside?! I’ve known no such thing for the last few weeks. I’ve known watching the Empire Strikes Back on the couch while cuddling with three cats. I’ve known indoor Pogo Ball marathons. And like always, I’ve known a solid Guitar Hero party…
In fact, it’s been so stupid outside, that instead of spending a Saturday (the golden day of the week for fun) having the time of my life skateboarding with my friends, I spent the day taking pictures of crap like this:
So there you go. There’s me making excuses for all six people that haven’t been putting crap on this website. Thanks.
Munz recently gave us some coverage on his The Skateboard Mag blog. This includes a picture of Stemper in a hottub and another of me riding a stack of five skateboards. This is exactly the kind of publicity we need. Thanks, buddy! Anyway, a 30 pack of Pabst is thirteen bucks, not twelve. A price that makes even Allah grin. Munz, keep your eye out for my next new trick. I’m going to take that shit to the next level!
I now shall mention that I recently attended young Roach’s birthday party, and needless to say a magnificent time was had by all:
On the left is the Birthday Girl herself. During the stretch SUV drinking adventure ride there was some sort of tumbling competition or some such. Happy 26th Birthday! On the right Popo gets all chipmunked up on the booze and John takes it all in stride.
The Fashion Ninja and Juba kept things very calm and collected. I told Juba I was going to put one picture of him on the site everyday for a week, but I think these four pictures are about the only ones I can put on here without bumming someone out. So he gets off easy.
This last one goes out to Gabe. Worms and Dr. Mcgill’s. Two of his ultimate favs.