Hindsight is 20/20, my friend.

Tuxedo, Yankee Stadium, Best Graffiti Ever, Misc.

2008-04-10T15:50:00.001-07:00

God Bless Bed-Stuy.

The Madmosa Cave

2008-04-10T15:48:00.000-07:00

We record in our bathtub now.

Atlantic City 4/5-4/6/08

2008-04-10T14:32:00.000-07:00

Arriving at the Super 8- notice the bread filled parking lot. Some bad shit must have gone down.

SETTLE DOWN GUYS.

And away we go.
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Pre gambling confidence on my part paid off. That twenty found itself morphed into multiple hundred dollar bills.

Con-cen-tra-tion.
If there's something Jim loves more than smoking and drinking in cabs, I don't know what it is.

This is actually exactly what everything looked like at 6am.

Breakfast was totally necessary.

For the three people that this is funny to: look- 77 Louis has a twin brother in AC!
We're looking into buying into this timeshare. Very breezy and mere blocks from the beach!

This is funny to even fewer people than the other stupid inside joke. But I mean if you're a stranger and looking at these pictures you're a weeeeiiirddoooo anyway.

Wall Of Fame Updated, few more.

2008-04-03T15:54:00.001-07:00

Note the two updates.The whole shebang.

Oh hay boyz!

Why bother with a beer helmet when you can upgrade it to a gin and tonic helmet?

Mind The Sign.

2008-03-21T08:40:00.000-07:00

I'm Sorry.

2008-03-21T08:33:00.001-07:00

Not to Zach for posting these, but anyone who looks at them. Consider this fair warning.

Miscellaneous

2008-03-19T12:22:00.000-07:00

Views from the roof of 512 Greene

Rosemary's

A party that served drink in glasses, drank by people who wore ties.

Sometimes I Get What's Coming To Me

2008-03-19T12:02:00.000-07:00

Ah, the old blacked-out suckerpunch. The bloody tear is extra sad and gothy.

Man Fuck This House

2008-03-19T10:58:00.000-07:00

One of the nice things about being young(ish?) and living in a shitty apartment is that you can trash it every now and again, and in doing so have a great time, but not have to deal with any sort of real consequences. Anything you break was probably half broken already, and you can just hang posters over holes in the wall. We had a bunch of people over a couple weeks ago, and it was pretty tame until Zach tried to get on the bench press and dropped all the weights on the floor. Then I found my fireworks that Steve had hidden, some fool put on 9 Shocks, and the rest is (moron)history.

A personal highlight was when Steve sort of got the place cleaned up, and we just threw all the garbage bags into the ceiling fan.

New York's Alright

2008-03-19T09:25:00.000-07:00

If you like snowstorms...

Jim Ogrin Birthday Weekend Bender Day 2

2008-03-19T07:53:00.000-07:00

I forgot to take any pictures at the party, which is a shame, especially once everything ended up being thrown into the ceiling fan, and Joe Jackson punched some nerd in the face with his balls out while yelling "POURING A DRINK ON SOMEONE ISN'T FUNNY. BALLS ARE FUNNY!"

But I think the opening of Day 2 with the rooftop party/bar-b-que was actually my favorite part of the weekend.

Hi Dave.

Props to Flaiz for getting the roof claimed in the name of America.

Other than all the lighter fluid that got spilled on it, that was a delicious Pie. It got too hot so I let it cool on the roof, but then I uh...fell asleep...for awhile, and it was sort of cold by the time I woke up. Still, glad to have forged further into new territory of "things you can grill."

Fin.

Van Wrestling and Bullshit

2008-02-06T18:10:00.000-08:00

Wish I could take credit for that.

Zach is really into that whole thumbs up thing apparently.

Van Party.

Nick showed me this artsyfartsy color thing on my camera, and I'm still not sick of it.

Jim Ogrin: Gentleman.

Jim Ogrin: Rage Monster

This is for Beardo.

Dan Murphy being a whiny baby after losing money on the Superbowl.

Jared Jones being blackout drunk after a Dustheads "set."

The Stoop.

The Real Deal

The Copycat Fake.

Dude's Night Out

2008-02-06T16:32:00.000-08:00

Every Thursday a few of us get together to play pool, get drunk, etc. For the half of the group with girlfriends, it's a set aside dude-time. For the rest of us losers, it's another excuse to...get drunk and play pool.

When you're pushed, killing's as easy as breathing.

2008-01-23T14:11:00.000-08:00

Orenthal James First Show

2008-01-23T11:19:00.001-08:00

We played our first show this past Saturday the 19th at the Court Tavern. It was...something.

(I know some of the pictures are sideways. I can't figure out how to fix that. They load normally in photoshop, iPhoto, and Preview. Feel free to let me know what do do to change that.)

Pre-Show in full effect.

And here we go.

A few Banner pics, the rest were all effed up.

Good times.

December/January Stuff

2008-01-23T10:52:00.001-08:00

In chronological order, or as close to it as I can remember.

Rexford in the winter is awesome when it snows.

Three generations.

Xmas 07. No idea what my brother is so surly about.

Out Cold at 19 Grant.

Holiday party at 512 Greene.

Giant tub of Biff Tannen's (formerly Sawyer Wallbangers).

The aftermath.

Bullshitting at McCormicks.

The best times there are Thursdays at 2am, when it's just Greg, AJ and I in our own little clubhouse.

Post Ensign show idiocy. Sorry Matt Clarke.

Poor Zachy and his widdle upset tummy.

Happy Birthday to Dave, and happier day for Matt Blodgett, Chris Scoville and I, who got to drink the damn thing.

Gas station bear.

Mad-Mosa's. God bless Jim Ogrin.

Random Get-Together at Macaroni Grille.

McMahons #1 and 2 in the wilderness that is Queens.

Photogenic jerks being awesomely jerky.

Fontamozzabuckhunter.

Peace.

New Years Eve

2008-01-23T09:39:00.000-08:00

Way too much time spent on the train. But time well spent.

Ghosts Of Hardcore Past #5

2008-01-22T17:45:00.000-08:00

Only a month late. I had just gotten my new camera a few days before, so I still had next to no idea how to use it, and there were a lot of shitty pictures that I deleted because of that. I wanted to have more pictures some of the bands, and any pictures of some others, but such is life. Just like every year, I stress over the show going poorly, and like every year, it a great time. Thanks to all the bands, Valentines, Mike, C Law, Andrew, and especially to Matto for doing the show with me again. Here are the salvageable pictures, in order of appearance.

Thanks to Jeff Bleeding Edges for the flyer.Might as Dag Nasty

Reptar as SSDecontrol

Concern as Inside Out

Dirty Greg as Dirty Santa

Final Friday as Left For Dead

Kitty Little as Thin Lizzy

Centipede as Quicksand

Pie Eating Contest, won by Zach

We The People as Blitz

Outa Commission as Circle Jerks

And Goodnight.

Farleypalooza

2007-12-10T19:46:00.001-08:00

Boring Bachelor Party

2007-12-07T09:00:00.001-08:00

These are totally out of order. Will fix later. YEAH.

Six Flags/Bye, Bye Dikkie

2007-10-22T16:46:00.000-07:00

Mike Dikk is moving back to CT, and while thats not cause to celebrate, per se, it's a good a reason as any to go to Six Flags for FrightFest. I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked, but at least I remembered to bring my camera for once.

We had fifteen or twenty minutes to kill in the parking lot as our car got there first, which was, of course, plenty of time for Greg to curl up and fall asleep. I'll never get used to that bizarre preschool/prison/fetal position he sleeps in, with his hands tucked between his legs.

Six Flags is always 75% sitting around and waiting to do shit, and 25% doing shit. The actual ratio is probably even worse than that, but I'll pretend its not. So here are some sitting around doing nothing pictures.

(Sidenote: I'm a moron and forgot to take my hat off on the Mind Eraser, the first roller coaster we went on, and I promptly lost it, which is why my ridiculous not-quite-long-yet but still-awkwardly-long hair is all over these pictures. I'm sure no one else cares, but I hate this in between stage when I grow my hair out. I mean...SPORTS. FISTFIGHTING. WHISKEY. TITS.)

Anyway.

Greg was pretty let down by the guy running this. "Let's ask that motherfucker the last time he was in the Rainforest."

Oddly enough, Dave was even less excited. But Glenn is excited/Asian enough for the both of them.

Speaking of which--

Before Asianizing:

After Asianizing! (Even though Dave is doing the Victory thing instead.)

Oh and we actually went on rides some of the time.

I think I'm supposed to be blowing Dave in this one.

And this time it was Greg, but it just looks like some HAWDCAWH DOODS and a weirdo squatting on the ground.

This is a nice little "end of the day" photo.

Despite not finding Chili's on the way home, it was a REALLY NICE DAY.

Street Hockey, Not Street Beef

2007-10-18T09:53:00.000-07:00

Group Shot, then a bunch of "action shots" of yours truly. Playing on 2 hours sleep after working a 15 hour day, not exactly my best stuff. Somewhat made up for by a better performance in the fall tourney, should have pictures of that soon. Man, I really miss hockey.

I Spend Too Much Time At Work.

2007-10-09T18:41:00.001-07:00

So I get bored, and do things like take pictures of dumb shit like my breakfast and the kitchen.

This picture rules because a) it's my favorite breakfast (vegan waffles w/ fresh raspberries and fancy schmancy pure maple syrup) and b) you can clearly see/read my coffee mug. That mug is not only my favorite mug ever, but also shows exactly what I want out of my professional life. Yeah.

This is the kitchen. I do most of the shopping so I stock it with all sorts of vegan horseshit, and for some reason no one complains. Probably due to the obscene amount of non-vegan food as well.

And morning breakfast. We used to have these nice wooden baskets that my secret fruity homemaker side really enjoyed using but some jackass threw them out. So the presentation isn't what I'd like, but such is life.
A few weeks ago we had to deal with the San Gennaro festival taking over the block. Italian jokes aside, it blew because it made getting stuff to and from set a huge pain in the ass. I used to really enjoy SG because it was something free to do, and the chance of having some unintentionally hilarious moments was always high, but after having to work through it, I've come to hate it.

So this guy was rapping about Cannoli's. Why, you ask? Well....
Because there was a Cannoli eating contest, of course. There are few things that are more revolting to me than Cannolis, so this was a particularly disgusting spectacle.

This is a bittersweet post because it's in a small part about things I like about work (waffles) but I just found out I'm going to be here until 2am, making this an awesome 16 hour day. SWEET.

Bear Lake Round Two (Jerkass Friends)

2007-10-09T18:08:00.001-07:00

Last weekend I went out to Bear Lake with Tony D, Tony Fed, Marisa, Nick, Lauren and Steve to spend the weekend and close down the house for the winter. It was awesome, great weather, good times, good dudes/lady-dudes. For a longer explanation of what my deal with Bear Lake is, see the post below this one. But onward:

The beach.
These next two are totally out of the chronology, but how sweet is Steve's "yeah, I'm drunk, so what" face:

First on the water:

And then exactly the same on land. What a guy.

Quality action shots of yours truly gunning a tight fahkin spiral downfield to Steve, taken by Tony D. And I don't know if it's just because he was high as shit, but he seriously took 70+ pictures of me throwing and catching a football, which I edited down to the following three.

And the action photographer himself about to catch a bomb.

Chilllllaxing on the porch.

Sunset boatride...look at that lazy fuck Steve, getting nautically-chauffeured around. Oh and even though I was the only one rowing a boat with 4 people in it, I won the race back against a canoe with TWO paddlers and only one passenger. Pretty impressive, I know.

The carnivore scum made bacon wrapped steaks. But the grill was wayyyyy too hot and the bacon got scorched really quickly, hence all the smoke. My tofu pups were fine, of course.

I love this picture.

Capped the night off with a fire on the beach. The last few pictures are due to my getting drunk and mesmerized by the way the camera turned the flames purple.

Even though the weekend didn't end here, the pictures do, because I was busy and forgot to take any the last day. I really regret not taking any pictures of the closing down process, but I'm even more bummed that I forgot to take the traditional picture on the front steps right before departure. Next time.

Bear Lake Round One (Family Time)

2007-10-09T17:42:00.001-07:00

I know 99% of what I write on these various blogs is of a sarcastic or snarky nature, usually in some sad little attempt to make all you pretend people on the world wide web laugh. But bear with me in a severe, albeit brief, departure from character as I attempt to be sincere in the following paragraph.

Bear Lake is a place that has a tremendous amount of sentimental value to me, and with possible exception of the house I grew up in, the place that I'm the most attached to in the world. I've been going there with my family ever since I was born, and in addition to all the time I've spent there with my extended family from my Dad's side, the Lake, in my mind, will always be strongly associated with my paternal Grandfather, who means the world to me. And on a completely self centered level, I have more memories there than I can count. Suffice to say I'm fond of the place.

The rest of the pictures in this post are from my most recent weekend there with my folks.

Nick's Art Show

2007-10-09T15:28:00.000-07:00

My friend Nick is really good at that "art" stuff I keep hearing people talk about, and he had a show for some of his work, and other people's as well, if I remember correctly. His art show was considerably more awesome than what I understand art shows to usually be, because there was loud rap music and a keg. Sweet and double sweet. The pictures blow because I took them, but take my word for it, the things the pictures are of are much, much nicer looking in real life.

Here's a connoisseur of the arts perusing the selections.

Nick is so down home and personable that he meets and greets all his fans.

The afterparty was at the Fuzz Box down the street. I didn't take too many more pictures because that place blows.

Here's some broads that were there. How wazted is the one on the right, lol!

And here's some child molestor they let in. Must be some kind of quota to fill.

Panama-aaa-aaa-aaa-ahhhhh

2007-09-13T08:26:00.000-07:00

Last month Kyle and I went down to Costa Rica to meet up with Greg who'd already been down there for a week or so on his own. By the time we got to San Jose, the capital city, he was already in Panama on a series of small islands, and he wanted us to come meet him there. We ended up spending the majority of the next week on Bocas Del Toro, one of the islands. I took way too many pictures of scenery and not enough of the people we met and hung out with, which I regret now. It's always awkward to be like "oh, yo, lets get a picture!" because it's kind of one of those annoying things that girls do 100x over. But of course, in hindsight, I wish I had more often. If I did, there would be pictures of Moon Man, Izer, Snoop, Weed-Weed-Coke Guy, the "HO!" man, Albie, and so on and so forth. So here they are, in general chronological order. Kyle and I were only down there for a week, and while Greg was there for about a month, I doubt his pictures will add too much, unless you're looking to see ten thousand pictures of tiny frogs.

And away we go...

The air-train to Newark Intl. Airport.

Killing time in Newark. Sadly no pictures of one of the many TGI Friday's we hung out in along the way. I got some awesome fairy drink and Kyle got pancakes, as it was around 10am.

These next few pictures are just me enjoying Kyle enjoying the flying experience. He hadn't flown in forever and so it was more or less all new to him. Which made that part of the trip way more fun for me because flying sucks. Though I do like hanging out in airports. The nice ones are just like weird malls that you can't leave. And because I'm stuck there I can justify the absurd prices at airport bars.

Because we got to San Jose so late (flights delayed), we couldn't find a hostel and ended up in what turned out to be a really nice hotel, and still only $20/person. This towel swan was pretty awesome. I'm trying to figure out how to do this at home but make it a big weiner with a set of balls.

The next few are from various parts of our 5 and a half hour bus ride from San Jose to the border. The bus was oversold so we spent the first three hours sitting on the floor, which kind of blew, mostly because the driver alternated between hauling ass on the paved roads to creeping over the dirt roads, which is kind of jostling if you're sitting on the floor. But as a plus, you're allowed to drink on the bus down there, which is something they need to work on in America. I've been thrown out of bus STATIONS for drinking, nevermind the bus itself.

This is the dock in Changuinola where we got our boat out to the bocas. Other than little kids trying to talk me into buying them sodas for their "help" (read: following me around and trying to carry my bag) this was a nice relaxing stop on a long day. The rest are from that boat trip.

The man of the day. When we finally met up with him at the hostel, he was eating a giant shitty tuna sub he made himself, and some kind of bug juice. That's only funny for people who know Greg, so all the imaginary people who read this that aren't from Albany, sorry.

The next day we went on a "tour" lead by some girl from our hostel. Part way we all started to suspect that she wasn't as qualified as she made herself out to be. This REALLY bothered Greg, and he would start ranting about it out of nowhere for the rest of the trip. I mean don't get me wrong, he was right, she didn't know shit, but for a few bucks gas money we got to swim with Dolphins, snorkle around, and hang out on an awesome beach. Could be worse.

These are mangrove trees, which grow all over the water down there. They're really awesome and remind me of the trees in that Dr. Seuss book with Bartholomew and the stilts and whatnot. Yeah, that's all.

I could have sworn I took a picture of Greg doing his patented "look at me holding a ____ (insert weird creature here)" pose with a starfish, but no dice I guess. Bummer.

The following are from the walk to Red Frog beach/hanging out on Red Frog beach. Awesome beach that we went back to later in the week.

Hammock roof deck was probably my single favorite thing about Heike. I'd be pretty content living up there.

Some kind of bullshit homemade sunburn remedy that was suggested to Greg. Just baking soda and water. Shockingly it just dried on him and made him itchy as shit. But it did make for a fairly comical five minutes for Kyle and I.

One of the many stray dogs on the island. Unlike other places with lots of strays, most of these were pretty well fed and friendly. The second picture is of a dog that was so well fed, that he turned down my little raisin sandwich thing I offered him. Which was a serious burn because a) he's a fucking stray dog, who is he to turn his nose up at ANY free food and b) Greg and Kyle were making fun of my raisin sandwiches as just another bootleg vegan non-real-people-food snack, and the dog turning it down didn't help my case any.

Greg's dorky sport sandals. This girl who was on our fake tour tipped us off about these. They were little plastic bags full of frozen coconut milk with cinnamon mixed in. I know that doesn't sound like a great combination, but they were really awesome. And since some lady sold them out of the back of her house for $0.15, Greg was good enough to stock up on them for the both of us. (Kyle was too wary to try one. His loss.)

My bed/our room @ Heike.

The next day Greg tricked me into going on a goddamned THREE HOUR fishing trip. He and Kyle really wanted to go because apparently it's a good spot to catch barracuda, and since I didn't have anything else to do, I decided to go with them. But that was when Greg was saying ONE hour, not THREE. It ended up being an alright time, even though the guy they rented poles and lures from kind of screwed them and gave them the wrong equipment. The big fisherman Greg managed to catch a hearty branch with seaweed, and they both caught some weird fish, in the pictures below, which got thrown back, much to the delight of the shitty vegan taking pictures. Kyle ended up catching a barracuda, but it was too small to keep as well. It was strong enough to break his pole though. We were kind of worried he might have to pay for it, but our boat driver guy, Fransisco just pulled up to the pole rental guy's shack, threw the shit up on the dock and bounced, because he knew the guy screwed us in the first place. Solid dude. He ended up becoming Greg's surrogate Panamanian dad, as the two of them went on an all day excursion a few days later, and they really bonded. As much as they could neither speaking the others language at least.

This particular frog can only be found on this one tiny island we stopped on. As in that's the only place in the entire world where they live. And the island was about the size of Crossgates, which is this mall back home. Which is to say, not very big. So even though I'm generally not that interested in Greg's frog shenanigans, it was pretty cool knowing I saw something most of the rest of the world will never ever see.
These are all from that same island where Kyle and I hung out and swam around while Greg went searching for more frogs.

Hammock deck round two.
The one thing that was a pretty big let down about the trip was the food. And it wasn't just because I was vegan, most of the local food was pretty shitty across the board. This was the one place we ate at that was any good, and this was Kyle's chili type thing, which he said was awesome. And then may or may not have given him diarrhea.

I think this was the town hall. Maybe.

Streetview of Hostel Heike, our home for the majority of our trip. That's Moon Man's van parked out front. He's a story unto himself, which I'll write about later.
These are from our aborted trip to Elmirante, that ended in quasi disaster after not meeting up with Greg. That too will be another story later on.

After that didn't work out, we ended up back at...

One of the bars we ended up hanging out at a few times in the second half of the week was build out onto the water, and had a big circular deck built around a small wrecked ship. There were signs saying swim at your own risk, which we all did, despite the fact that no one else did. Few things sweeter than diving into the ocean and then climbing out to awesome cheap beer on the deck. Our initiative lead to a ton of people diving in the next night, to the point that the owner bugged out because our cannonballs were soaking the lamer customers. Boo hoo. And my night was made complete by a barfight breaking out that ended with both dudes in the water. Again, more on that later.

Yeah, this picture came out waaaayyy more questionably gay than it seemed at the time. Can't remember this dude's name, some Dutch kid we hung out w/ a bunch, good dude. We'd all been swimming at the above mentioned bar, hence no pants. Seriously.

One of the ways the little kids on the islands make money is by finding frogs and other animals and letting gringo's take pictures of them for a quarter. Pretty sure the parrot wasn't wild, but cool nonetheless.

Back at Red Frog.

We found this crazy crab by the payphones. This is the patented pose of Greg's that I was talking about with the starfish. The thing was ornery as shit, and ended up fighting one of the stray dogs, which was really sweet to watch. The dog kept bugging out and barking and trying to bite it, and the crab just snapped the shit out of the dogs muzzle with its giant claw.

The two dudes in this picture with Kyle are our boys Tacha and Jaime. Lots of the guys on the island will be all buddy buddy with you so you'll hire them to take you places on boats, take you to see shit, etc etc. But if you're not tossing out cash, they don't give a fuck about you. And that's not saying for a second that they're shitty dudes or anything, it's just the way that part of the economy works, same way hot bartenders will pretend to actually give a fuck about you so you tip better. The point is, at first when these guys were talking us up and whatnot about what kind of rap music was cool in the states or whatever, we figured that was the case. But then we ended up hanging out with them a bunch of nights in a row, and Tacha tried to hook me up with some girl he knew, but no dice. Anyway, they ruled, and I wrote all this because this is like the one picture I actually remembered to take of the various kids we met there.
Leaving the Bocas, bummer.

This was the border crossing between Panama and Costa Rica. The dude who helped us out with where to go as far as getting passports stamped and whatnot on the way over told us that it was a "gift" to Panama from Baltimore in eighteen-something. Which was definitely the last time it was repaired. There were huge planks missing in the walkway the whole thing shook when tractor trailers drove over it. Speaking of the guy who told us that, he only had one leg and had figured out this system of sitting his stump on a bicycle which he kind of pedaled/kind of pushed with his good leg, and it worked so well that we didn't even notice he only had one leg for at least the first five minutes. Totally sweet guy, his being able to speak almost perfect english made dealing with the border 100x easier. Could have definitely used him when the cocksucker border guards in Panama were breaking my balls about getting a printout of my flight itinerary when we were crossing back into CR. He also had two sisters who were probably the two hottest girls we saw the entire trip. Like absolute tens, and sexy exotic tens at that. Goddamn.

Speaking of...not tens...we were hanging out in this bar at the border waiting for our bus, where I was enjoying the dollar Imperial's and trying to teach the other two to play poker, these girls came up because they all wanted to take pictures with Kyle and his tattoos. They were probably about the four thousandth people to ask about them/want to touch them, because not many people down there have full sleeves, or crazy brightly colored tattoos in general. The second girl REALLY liked Kyle.

I have no clever caption for this, but it's one of my favorite pictures of all time. It's too bad she's not standing up in the picture because you can't really grasp how comically large her boobs in relation to her body, because she was probably all of four feet tall, with like double D hooters.
Awesome bus seat graffiti.

One of the eight thousand cats at the hostel we stayed at our last night in San Jose.
How fucking gross is Greg's sunburn/peeling back?
Getting to the airport at 4am sucks, but I still don't get why Kyle decided to sleep the 15 mins before our flight boarded.

When we left Laguardia, a gypsy cab guy came up to us and asked if we were going to midtown. He seemed kind bummed when he found out we were going to Bedstuy, but he was like "well I'll take you there in a limo." I told him we didn't need a limo, just a regular old cab, but it was all he had and he'd do it for $35, which is cheaper than a yellow cab anyway. So we got to ride back in style, which was pretty ridiculous. But a sweet end to an awesome trip.

Remembering That I Own A Camera

2007-06-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

After getting drunk and losing my first digital camera, I'm super paranoid about taking my camera anywhere I might do something stupid and therby jeopardize the well-being of said camera. While I'd like to congratulate myself on this forethought and caution, it ends up causing my camera to spend more time gathering dust than taking pictures. Because, well, the majority of activities I partake in during my free time could be considered pretty stupid.

But I really do enjoy taking pictures, so I've decided to start taking my camera out and about more often, and maybe, just maybe, trying not to be such a jackass all the time. Well, at least in regards to my camera.

Oh, and after writing all that, none of these pictures were taken of/during such activities. So not to mislead you, my imaginary readers, I'd like to clarify the reason for the above. These are the first pictures I've taken in awhile, and it got me thinking about how I should take more pictures, and why I haven't. And now it's occuring to me that this sort of rambling is supposed to be reserved for my normal/non photo blog. Such is life.

Eloise, the production office cat. Yes, I do need a pet of my own to take stupid pictures of.

Glen took this. This face is how I feel about having my picture taken when I don't have time to make obscene gestures.

This is my dad. I really like this picture, it's from a hike we took at the beach a few weeks ago.

The rest are from a soothing afternoon at the corning preserve in Albany last weekend.

Fuck.

Charlie and Boris. (Boris is my god-dog, by the by. So if Dave and Glen get hit by a train, he's all mine. Score.)

2007-05-25T21:45:00.000-07:00

The pictures that follow detail happens when you mix fire, furniture, garbage, dumbasses and too much time. I really have to hand it to all the rest of the House of Boring residents for being the most easygoing dudes I've ever lived with. First I leave pools of blood all over the house, then I nearly burn the place down, and still not kicked out. HOB, I'll miss you.

Oh and the last picture is Eloise, the office cat, who refuses to sleep in any kind of kitty bed but instead lives in my inbox.

2007-04-26T12:09:00.000-07:00

Dear Twiztid Chris: (an open letter to anyone complaining about this blog...)
I know some of the pictures are sideways. I rotated them and saved them as such before uploading. BUT THEY'RE STILL SIDEWAYS. No matter how many times I delete, re-save, and re-upload. So I'm going to drink about thirty cups of coffee, then stick a hose up my ass, and you can stick it in your mouth and huff.

<3
-Sawyer.

Outta Hand as Fear @4th Annual Cover Show

2007-04-25T10:58:00.000-07:00

The pie-eating-contest intermission. (Turo won.)

And the idiocy begins...

Last Batch of Europe Pictures

2007-04-20T07:21:00.000-07:00

Last one is the kicker. Best bus company ever.

Euro Graffitiziod'ing

2007-03-28T09:20:00.000-07:00

This is kind of a wierd entry for me because I normally get really bored looking at graffiti pictures, and I REALLY hate talking/listening to people talk about it. But for whatever reason, I decided to take a zillion pictures of random graffiti when I was in Europe last summer. Here are what I think are the best/funniest/most interesting of the batch. There are a whole bunch of really "good" ones that I left out, but as anyone who knows me can tell you, I really have zero interest in nice/well done/artsy graffiti, and pretty much only like the really obnoxious/ugly/straight vandalism kind. Hence the picture of the window that someone just threw etchbath all over that looks like jizz now. Awesome. The rest of the non-graffiti pictures from the trip will be up soon, and are mostly just my brother and I being jackasses, and some, like, historical stuff. And shit.

2007-03-12T17:03:00.000-07:00

Happy Holidays! (give or take 3 months)

First on the job with Craig in Manhattan...

Then in New Brunswick for the tree decorating party at the HOB...

Then New Years in Albany.

Little Mikey goes under the bridge.
Leftovers kid!

W.W.I.S.D?

A man can only play so much golf before it really wears him out.
Snake charmer.
There's no way this is good advice.
And the night ends by falling down the hill.

4th Annual Ghosts of Hardcore Past

2007-03-11T18:01:00.000-07:00

I had someone take pictures w/ my camera during this years show so I wouldn't have to worry about it and/or not get drunk and lose my camera. Again. So here they are, sorry there's only pictures of some of the bands, but not my fault, I didn't take em.

Meance Society as Operation Ivy. Set was way nuttier than this picture conveys.

Outta Hand as Fear. The calm before the storm...
"Maaaahhhhh Baaaaayyybbaayyy...."

And it was a glorious trainwreck from that point on.

Some prick trying to pants me.

"Sick and Tired" as Antidote. The GOOD Antidote.
Kyle jumps in for "Something Must Be Done"

Evixxion as Weezer. Nerd sweaters to boot.

Kind of a spotty selection, I know. I'm still trying to dig up other peoples pictures, and there's a video of the Fear set floating around somewhere that I'd really like to get my hands on. But in any event, this might have been the best year yet, with the exception of the 2nd one. Hopefully the 5th Anniversary show will be exceptionally ridiculous. We'll see.

2007-01-22T12:45:00.000-08:00

Europe, Part 1.
Eu

2007-01-16T22:53:00.000-08:00

Split rock, one of the best places I've ever been, even if it took me 8 years of going to Greg's camp to finally get there. Can't wait to go back this summer, and conquer the flip off the ledge, since I only managed a dive this year.

2007-01-16T15:10:00.000-08:00

Stupid summer nights.

2007-01-16T14:34:00.000-08:00

Summertime fun.

2007-01-15T20:06:00.000-08:00

Tulipfest 2006. These aren't amazing, I vaguely recall doing more interesting stuff, but the fact that there aren't pictures of it is a good sign, because I'd probably have lost or broken my camera in the process of documenting it. But I really do love Tulipfest, because its one of the multiple "Open Container Festivals" I'm able to partake in every year. After uploading these it just occured to me that none of them are actually from Tulipfest itself, except maybe a few. (And actually, maybe they're from Larkfest. I don't know. SOME FEST.)

2007-01-12T10:42:00.000-08:00

These are all from the day "Dudes With Beers, No Shirts and a Camera Inc." was born. Basically it's a company we came up with after being kicked out of the portrait studio on Western Ave. (Country Studios, motherfuck that place.) APPARENTLY, they want you to actually buy someething after using the "free portrait sitting for an 8x10" coupon half a dozen times. The blower who runs the place said we were a band because of the stupid keyboard we had with us, so he had to charge us a "band promo photo rate" which was something outrageous like three hundred dollars. So we were all NAH BRAH and went to take our own pictures in the cemetary next door, because we're all closet goths. We had to leave when people were coming to lay flowers on the graves because that was a little too awkward, being that we're not REAL goths. (See other blog for brief story about Greg wanting to rob graves a few years ago though. -ed.)

We then went to the Bavarian Chalet swim hole and took a few more. Someone else has the group shot w/ the aforementioned beers and no shirts, sadly I don't.

But if anyone is interested, our service works like this: You meet us in the parking lot of a Stewarts, pay us $20 and a case of beer, and we take you somewhere really awesome that you've probably never been before, give you sweet costumes and props, take a bunch of pictures, print them up and frame them for you, and we do all this while drinking shirtless. It's pretty much the best photo studio ever, and if you're interested in setting up an appointment, email: grossnation@gmail.com. Seriously.

I AM SO GREAT, I AM SO GREAT, G-R-A-T, I MEAN G-R-E-A-T!

2006-12-13T13:29:00.000-08:00

The pictures in this first batch are all from Outta Hands "Summer Tour 2006" aka "Sawyer, Ryan, Kyle and Dave, no instruments, and a filthy rental car go to Virginia Beach."

Some are from our day/night in DC too. Sadly there's none of the night of no-shirts-metallica-party in Philly.

Excorcist stairs in Georgetown.

Washington/Lincoln monuments.

Dave still doesn't believe geese can be fucking vicious. He was lucky, this time.

Piss break somewhere between DC and VB.

The hood w/ the remnants of a few meals.

"The Story of the Fox that stole Ryan's Cheese."

Inspirational poster in the works, seeking slogan.

Post breakfast sparks in the waves, a moment of euphoria.

Aside from this being two pictures too many of Dave sans pants, this sums up the trip for me.

Sleepy Ryan.

Sleepy Kyle. (Note: zero pictures of Dave or I sleeping, as we're not toddlers.)

BEACH BUNNIES.

The gayest boat this side of the Provincetown.

TOOT TOOT! ALL ABOARD BOYZ!

Bored little Philistines.

WHAT KIND OF A HORSESHIT LAW IS THAT???

Theses are the aftermath of my run in with some razorwire in Brooklyn.

That's all for now. I'm going to try and update this regularly, and I have a backlog of about 1100 pictures to go through, so WHEEEE.