Would You Rather (Part One)

Pay four dollars for food, or buy two sketchy knives? We chose the latter.

Be There Or Be Square

I shudder to think what will happen.

Almost Six Months Ago

Sadly, he was already homeless enough looking back then and got leftovers from a Samaritan.

If I Made It In College Basketball

I'd probably suck, so I'd play like this all the time.

These Need A Home

Inquire within.

Safety Shopper

Scientifically proven to help resist the urge of impulse buying.
Results not typical.

Spent The Night In Irvine Wednesday

...and couldn't understand why there was a smoke grenade next to dirty dishes.

Just Ask Bryan

Hadn't even had his for 6 months.

When We Go Out

Bry just gets stamped on the beard.

Why Am I Up So Late?

'Cause baseball season starts right now- in Japan!

Pete Dogger

You're my hero.

Happy Easter!

Now how do I get out of this church parking mess?

Because Jon Stewart Was Chowing In Front of Us

And not only that, but he was bold enough as to order stuff from his booth. Ballsy.

Why Are We So Shocked?

Best. Shirt. Ever.

We're Living in the Wrong Era

It's no secret that I would have preferred to be a traveling hippie/gypsy in the 60s, but that's not the only kind of music I enjoy from that era. Here are a few of my favorite clips from the that time, just not so psychadelic.

'59, but hey it belongs in here.


Makes you wanna grow your hair out, bleach it blonde, and shake it left to right.


Love the trumpet solo here. Beautiful.


Why don't bands introduce themselves like this anymore?


No video, but it really is sweeter than wine. Another good version here.


Where you sleep all day and the catfish play? Yes, please! I'm a sucker for falsetto. Mercy.


Stand-up bass, awesome percussion, snazzy snapping- what more can you ask for?


Good golly Miss Molly, look at him move in that chair!


Any my favorite one hit wonder of the 60s; you have to love Skitch! Oh, and here's the B-side if you wanted it, and this is you're extremly bored. Not half bad.


You know, I think I'll trade in those fringe vests and moccassins for some slick hair and some P.F. Flyers.

Let's Go On A

Ultimate Bad Guy Pose

Courtesy of The Wizard.

Whoops!

Looks like we've got a rogue censor bubble.

Good Work Joe

Hardest worker, ever.

Ivory and Ebony

Nick Feels Like This

Today

Endless Drama

Bryan writing for Jason here...

"My team....it's a keeper league....don't....trade....Prince....FIELDER!"
-jason

Here's how J got hurt.

"Der Blonde Sänger.. Ein Traum"

While looking on the 'Tube for clips of Viva Voce, I stumbled across this. I'm not even sure why, but it brightened up my day. Let's post some of the comments, shall we?

AntiChava says, "So toll sehn die gar nicht aus oo° Der Linke erscheint mir leicht... andersrum, aber wie die das machen... geil."

xXLittleStarXx91 says, "jaaa der blonde... *träum*
er sieht gut aus, er kann singen.. *hach* ne aber schon hammer, was die da so hinbekomme..."



Awesome!

Warehouse Cameo 5!

Look at the Gav!

How Shall I Spend It

And Yes....

That is Bryan. What a Gobshite.

18 Dollars Later

This better be worth it.

Drew/Joemm Party Spectacular

A few things before I start posting pictures...

-it was ridiculously dark in the dance hall, so I apologize for the lack of focus in some of the shots. I also apologize for the bearded, homeless Irishman I haphazardly hired to take pictures for me. That too could have contributed to the some of the unfocused pictures in said hall.

-also, it felt like 'Nam in the hall as well, so I'll place the blame on those foggy, undefrosted pictures on the humidity level inside the building.

-sure, I could have called Joemm to get us out of paying the cover. I could have even told the guy I was Joemm, but how would that explain TJ, Joemm, Ace?

-there is a need (and want) to build a Catholic army. Katholic Killers Klub perhaps? We'll talk names later...

-bartenders were pouring them honest. I mean, my rum and coke ended up being rum on the rocks. I think the soda they were pouring actually had 2:1 rum pre-mixed inside. Kudos to whoever hooked that up.

-breakdancing battles in the foreground of a Jackie Chan movie: priceless.

-quote of the night, "Oh my God. Where the ____ is Tony?"

-you know, now that I think about it, the drunken-style photography explained in the first two bullets pretty much accurately tells the story of the night. Walking around blurry, hazy visions, hot Vietnam weather- yeah! That was exactly it!

-You shouldn't judge a street by its homeless.

Oh, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't hotlink to these pictures! It's gonna overload the server I'm hosting them on, so if you're gonna use 'em, just right-click-save-it.























































































































































Good times! Happy birthday guys....more pics update on my Flickr page later this week Stay tuned.

-Jason