Hide Behind Your Cross

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2007-06-22T13:49:00.000-07:00

What you know about this?

2007-04-22T23:55:00.000-07:00

Too much goin on in the world today

Happy Earfday

2007-04-22T21:36:00.000-07:00

In honor of Earth Day, I have dedicated a large portion of the day to watching Planet Earth on Discovery. It has been the apple of my eye for the past 12, soon to be 48, hours. Check it out.

Ghostride it, bitch!

2007-04-20T12:56:00.000-07:00

And who the hell came up with the idea of Ghostriding the whip anyways? That shit is hilarious.

Jerzy's

2007-04-20T12:25:00.000-07:00

is my second home... 6 weeks left!

Bustin' it Over Gaps and Ghostridin' tha Whip

2007-04-19T00:47:00.000-07:00

That's what the YBZ does best. BIATCH!

What's up with

2007-04-16T19:42:00.000-07:00

anyone who wants to go shred the gnar?
Hit me on the celly.

Fuck this bullshit

2007-04-16T17:21:00.000-07:00

What is it in the human condition that provokes individuals to commit random acts of violence, or any sort of violence at that rate, such as this: Virginia Tech shooting? The LARGEST shooting rampage in American history, holy shit! 33 students shot and killed, with over 15 injured, in TWO instances!! Where the fuck were the police after the first two people were shot at 7:15am!?
This shit right here is what should piss you off even more: "The university did not evacuate the campus or notify students of that attack until several hours later."
WHAT THE FUCK?! I think I speak for everyone, including the families of the deceased and injured, when I say, "If there is a shooting at a place that is considered a 'safe haven' from gratuitous violence, ESPECIALLY IF I AM PAYING A SUBSTANTIAL AMOUNT OF MY HARD EARNED TAX DOLLARS TO FREQUENT IT, it is a Goddamned fucking requirement that you tell my ass if some shit like this goes down! FOR FUCK SAKES!"
I am utterly appalled at both the school officials and the United States Law Enforcement Team of Virginia for many reasons on this one. Noone should have to lose their life to some fucking gun-toting hypermasculine power-drunk basketcase, forGod'ssake.
--- Wait, it gets worse (I'm reading this as you are)---
The police didn't act right away because, and I quote, " Chief Flinchum said that initially officials thought that the shooting was 'domestic,' suggesting that it was between individuals who knew each other, and isolated to the dormitory. He said the campus was not shut down after the first shooting because authorities thought that the attacker may have left the campus, or even the state.

'We knew we had two people shot,' he said. 'We secured the building. We secured the crime scene.' He later added: “We acted on the best information we had at the time'."

Best information of the time, eh? Federal investigators fucking blow. The best information that you had at the time PREVIOUSLY SENT OUR NATION TO A FUCKING WAR THAT WE ARE STILL DEALING WITH!!! Which, by the way, has lasted longer than WWII. FUCK!

Okay, I'm done. I'm going to go give a random stranger a flower and tell him/her that I love them right now, because life is not promised tomorrow. Peace and good will.

In favor of the 101th post

2007-04-15T17:00:00.000-07:00

I am making it blogger official:

I am not cutting my hair before Andrew "the Bloodthirsty Cougar" Ferguson or Kyle "the Skeezy Sleezy Neezy fo'Sheezy" Novak, on debt of a 1/5th of Jasper D. No. 1 for the both of them to share while I drank the equal amount of Mo-nark.

I know I wrote 101th, it's artsy. Keep talkin' that 'ish, b'ish.

Now, ever since I can remember I been

2007-04-13T15:40:00.000-07:00

Poppin my colla, poppin poppin my colla, poppin poppin my colla.

Now, ever since I can remember I been workin' these hoes

And they betta put my money in my hand. (In my hand).

I bet you wont

2007-04-13T15:38:00.000-07:00

Hit a mothafucka, hit a mothafucka, hit
Hit a mothafucka, hit a motha fucka, hit

Bet you won't

Push a mothafucka, push a mothafucka, push
Push a motha fucka, push a mothafucka, push

Bet you won't

The YoungBloodZ Surf the Sidewalk

2007-04-12T00:14:00.002-07:00

And so marks a new turning point in our interesting lives. Thank God, Kile and Gref started shreddin the Gnar. Just bombed the 2 gnarliest hills in Redmond with the YBZ, ollied the hugest thing ever with Chargnar, shredded the park with little Burns, and got tanked to make it all that much better, all after a night of work and Shakespeare. We even drank Graveyards:

Guinness
Harp
Boddingtons
NewCastle
Tetleys
Thunderhead IPA
Heineken
There be like 2 more...

They were hecksa good. I love the life I lead. Word.

Word on the street is

2007-04-09T23:31:00.001-07:00

Kile blows dick

Kyle says

2007-04-09T14:28:00.000-07:00

"So there's a chicken and an egg, right? And they're both laying together in bed. The chicken lights up a cigarette, takes a drag, and looks at the egg and says, 'Well, I guess that answers that question.'"

To which Andrew retorts: "Well, you know what they say right? Why'd the chicken cross the road, well, to fuck the egg, that's why."

I love friends.

Beware the aftershock Bushie-Bush!

2007-04-08T22:03:00.000-07:00

Let's hope these kids stay down and fake the funk, or we're in some serious shit. Thanks admin.

Mais arretez-vous...

2007-04-08T21:58:00.000-07:00

Je ne veux pas perdre votre amour ce soir...

Been grubbin'

2007-04-05T00:31:00.000-07:00

Funk eatin out, I been batchn' it (with a little help from IV). Come on down and make it happen yo!

I got "U R Mom" tattooed on my ass...

2007-04-05T00:29:00.000-07:00

Saw it on my way to Seatown, I did.

Je fais le HYYYYYYPE!

2007-04-01T10:58:00.000-07:00

FAITES ATTENTION S'IL VOUS PLAIT!!!
If you are the fucker bidding against me on this:

Expect some fucking love in the form of an Al Qaeda giftbasket if you win, you putain fuckerrrrrrrr....
Just look at the colours!:

-NIRE is good at making eargasms (to use the term AC$ coined so poignantly)

Some of my FavoUrites

2007-03-31T21:29:00.000-07:00

Best. Food. Ever.

2007-03-31T20:52:00.000-07:00

So, just got back from France. The city never ceases to amaze me. My God, from the scenes ranging from avant-garde fashion movements to the art-inspired food presentations, from the diverse people to the immigrant riots, I always get a new experience, which is why I am proud to call Paris my second home. Here's some photos of the edible splendor:

- Handmade ice creams and sorbets (pistachio, vanilla, fudge, mango, coconut) -

- Roasted Duck (for 7 hours) with cold fois gras that melted over the duck and potatoessss -

- Some of the local eau -

- Homemade bread on a skewer -

- Spices in the market -

- Molleux (courtesy of Hotel du Nord) -

- Duck confit -

- Falafel in the Jewish district (best ever, just ask Lenny Kravitz... seriously) -

- Handmade churros in the market, better than Mexico -

- Best steak I've ever consumed -

- Le Zinc tags their plates uppp -

- And bangs it out the park with the antipasto -

- Candies -

- Tiramisu in a glass cup -

AND I lost weight! Putain! J'aime Paris bcp...

Clockin out early

2007-03-14T20:45:00.000-07:00

Friday marks the end of finals. 11 weeks until I am a real man, what's up with 22 years of school?
Saturday marks St. Patty's day and a 14 hour work day, in which I will bartend to 90 year olds.
Sunday, I leave for Paris. I leave at 7 am.

I'm clocking out early, see you in 2 weeks.

I'll be doin more of this:

Peace. Hidebehindyourcross

Two fish are in a tank

2007-03-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

One looks at the other and says, "You know how to drive this thing?"

IF

2007-03-13T13:01:00.000-07:00

you're American when you walk in the bathroom, and

an Amerikkkan when you walk out...

what are you while you're IN the john?

-----

European

Cindy Sherman

2007-03-12T23:30:00.000-07:00

When I was in Paris this summer, I saw a Cindy Sherman exhibit at l'Orangerie. She revolutionized the idea of film as art. Ch-ch-check her out, she does all self-portraits.

Typed in "Bush dead" and this is what I got

2007-03-12T23:26:00.000-07:00

It's Bush's portrait comprised of the faces of dead soldiers.

Let's ride or die on this fucker, America.

Case of the Mondays - help me cuz I can't help myself

2007-03-12T23:14:00.000-07:00

Almost done with 1 final. Wooo.
Today marks the first official day of the "tone up or get shown' up" challenge.
Please make sure that I refrain from:
Excessive alcohol
White carbs
Trans fats
Carbs in general, minus my fiberrrrr
Cookies
Snacking
Eating out
Lacadaisiality
Sleeping in
and celibacy

Thanks.

Retroin' it up

2007-03-12T01:43:00.000-07:00

Thank God, Grant has the old Nickelodeon on OnDemand. Finals are going slow.

Big L - The Archives 1996-2000

2007-03-11T15:04:00.000-07:00

Pretty sure this needs to be in your musical media collection.

Fuck snitches

2007-03-09T15:44:00.000-08:00

You all know who you few are, you bloody fucking cunts. I'm gonna be watching, praying on your downfall... Probably not. Combined, you're all not worth more than the brown stain in a Las Margaritas bathroom. That's saying a whole lot. Justice is, justice served.

It's the start of finals week

2007-03-09T15:36:00.000-08:00

For the next 7 days, I will be pretty freakin' scarce.
Careful, we English majors can make you live in infamy with the flick of a pen if you get on our bad side. Just ask Buck Mulligan.

Why I do what I do

2007-03-07T13:49:00.000-08:00

Because I do what I want! You wanna hate someone? Hate someone who hates you back:

Funk Bush!

Screw neocolonial femininity

2007-03-07T13:17:00.000-08:00

and all its cohorts. Everyone is always out to stab eachother in the face, behind their back of course. We should totally bring back the "in your face" approach to dealing with subversive socio-political structures. Who's with me?

Why can't wars be like this?

2007-03-07T01:42:00.001-08:00

Jin vs. Verse

Back then hoes didn't want me...

2007-03-06T02:11:00.000-08:00

I like to think that the revolutionary diet that I went on about 2 years ago changed my life for the better. To all my friends: thanks for the support, and keepin' the hardcore bulemia on the low!

Kile's and my top 10 "We Hope You Get Thrown from a Helicopter, Screaming" list

2007-03-05T23:43:00.001-08:00

10. Hugh Hefner. "He will get married to that bitch. She's going to give him a heart attack. They will be fucking like bunnies, and frankly he isn't any Doc Johnson." - Kile

9. George W. Bush. How can he not?

8. Peter O'Toole. Fuck Agammemnon. Troy is a gay name anyways. I knew a Troy once. He was about as cool as Pat Buchanan. Google "Pat Buchanan" in images.

7. George Bush, Sr. Wait, roaches don't die. Fuck, Kile we wasted a #.

6. Horatio Sans. "He's bound to go Farley on us." - Abe

5. Lindsay Lohan + Hilary Duff. Jealous of Britney's recent fame in the headlines, these two will try and speed up their repsective atomic clocks to finally do something before their predecessor. Both will fail. Plus, with all that coke and alcohol you're bound to share a shallow grave with #6, bitches.

4. Michael Jackson. Judgment day is comin' for the former king of pop. He's as guilty as OJ. Katt Williams said it best: "What do you want in your house if you're tryin to lure some little white kids?: A petting zoo and a fucking amusement park."

3. Michael Richards. All that glitters is not gold, Mikey. Every good thing must come to an end, we know you didn't mean it old buddy.

2. Courtney Love. Let's all be real.

1. Britney Spears. If it's not 75 this year, it's 74 next year. Either way, I'm getting drunk.

Get it over with already, and give Nigel his 75 pts you hairless bitch

2007-03-05T23:35:00.000-08:00

From www.newsoftheworld.co.uk:

"CRAZED Britney Spears tried to HANG herself with a bedsheet before pleading with her estranged husband to give her another baby, we can reveal." (March 05, 2007)

Two things:

One. Fuck Britney Spears. For real. Hang that batt-winged poonanny up and call it quits.

Two. So Nigel, our bartender/spiritual guide at the Three Lions Pub in Redmond, has this "Death Pool" game that he has us in on. The object is to choose 10 celebs that you think will kick the bucket within the timeframe of 1 year (Jan 01 - Dec 31). The point system is simple: subtract the recently deceased's age from 100, and that's your point gain. Brit, being 25 y/o, would then yield a 75 pt. gain for your annual total points earned. Sadistic, but hilarious.

Photosynthesis

2007-03-05T00:20:00.000-08:00

69th Post and it's a DOOZY

2007-03-04T16:50:00.000-08:00

Annihilated 2

2007-03-04T09:11:00.001-08:00

Fuck hangOVERS!

2007-03-04T08:49:00.000-08:00

For real!

This shit is played

2007-03-02T11:20:00.000-08:00

But I'm still gonna see it

Hot Ghetto Mess daaaaat com

2007-03-02T11:07:00.000-08:00

Go to www.hotghettomess.com and laugh for dayz!

Dream Team

2007-02-26T09:17:00.000-08:00

It's a phenomenon-and-on-and-on.

Top Ten Things I Hate

2007-02-25T12:53:00.000-08:00

#10. Wet tile floors. Especially in the Men's room.
#9. The slimy residue of a Febreeze squeeze.
#8. Stretched out socks.
#7. Unalphabetized book collections.
#6. Immigrants from the same country who use broken English to communicate to eachother in public.
#5. Blind and deaf drivers.
#4. Birds.
#3. (see #2.)
#2. (see #1.)
#1. Hannah Barbera in the Oval Office

Sermon of Fire

2007-02-23T01:28:00.001-08:00

Eyez on fiyah!

Say it with me

2007-02-21T14:53:00.000-08:00

"Still bang on the streets. I got a mouth to feed. Sellin' cake to fiends, so that I can rock Evisu jeans. Lookin' for a girl to please. KnowwhaatImean, kid? Life is mad hard when it's ruled by the C.R.E.A.M. kids. Rockin' chucks when others live The Dream, look with red ties give the hood a beam. This is the scene. It's a joke. Not a threat, it's a promise. Kids lose they lives to the gun smoke -- mad violence."

Mobb Deep - What happened?

2007-02-21T14:44:00.000-08:00

Remember this?
"Forever wild from the cradle to the grave. Kid watch your back, one times come in all ways. They lock me up for 12 days. I can't comprehend. Now I'm a free man on the streets again. Chasin' St. Ives down with some Seagram's gin.
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win."

What the hell happened to rap?

Sleep is the cousin of death

2007-02-21T00:58:00.000-08:00

And it's also the catalyst for passive consumption. Reduce your use. Reduce your used. Wake the funk up.

Is that shit true?

2007-02-21T00:55:00.000-08:00

More people voted for 'Merikan Idol than they did for Bush? Get with it, our forefathers would choke us with a packet of Quakers' Oatmeal for that shit. Instead of legalizing mota, Amerikkka's goal for Double-O 7: Stop being the laughing stock of the free world. Afterall, both are equally as implausible.

2007-02-21T00:54:00.001-08:00

Common Market

2007-02-21T00:27:00.000-08:00

If you haven't checked out the local music scene lately, I highly suggest that you bump Common Market. These dudes are super legit, and they know how to rock a mic. I checked their show at UPS; they opened for Blackalicious. I actually enjoyed their set more than Blackalicious' at parts (mostly because drunk white girls can't dance, and it just got worse as the night progressed). These dudes keep it tight, and their CDs prove it.
Check em at COMMON MARKET

Reality Check 1,2; 1,2

2007-02-19T19:20:00.000-08:00

You're not hot. You're white trash. You try to change the world, and leave a shit stain everywhere you go. Go tone up that batt-winged hellhole between your legs and grow some hair back.

Thank God for

2007-02-19T02:32:00.000-08:00

Clean sheets
Women
Thai food
Women
iPods
Peanut Butter and Jelly swirled together in a jar
Kile
and everything else that makes livin' worth dyin' for.

Blackalicious and Popeye's Chicken

2007-02-18T00:18:00.000-08:00

Blackalicious was playing at the University of Puget Sound, in Tacoma. No trip to Tacoma is complete without a stop by Popeye's chicken on the way. Blackalicious ripped with Common Market. We ate scrumptious chicken. I have been up for over 30 hours. Eat, sleep, rock.

Hyped on some 30 dollar Viotech Vengeances

Now Hiring - Chez James Bed & Breakfast

2007-02-17T10:57:00.000-08:00

1 bedroom suites, uncomfortably accomodating up to 4 persons. Apply within.

I rejoined myspace... dammit

2007-02-15T01:57:00.000-08:00

Okay, after probably 1,000 conversations about "Why aren't you on my friends list," I have decided to remake my myspace page. I'm gonna try and keep it more low key, whatever that means. Friend me if you want: www.myspace.com/hidebehindyourcross

There was a question. You be the judge.

2007-02-14T01:18:00.000-08:00

Some dork said Cassidy was a better freestyle artist than Big L...

- or -

Shit, even Jay is biting L...

Let the "dead" challenge the dead. Big L re$t in peace.

I'm a hustla

2007-02-14T01:09:00.000-08:00

Sellin' some Nikes: Heinny's (bnib lacebag still attatched), all 3 supreme hi's (vnds red and orange, bnib laces attatched on the blues). Get at me.

I called it!

2007-02-14T00:22:00.000-08:00

Just surfed the infamous hypebeast.com and found this:

I hate to say, "I told 'ya so," but, well, I told ya so... neon's already starting it's traverse into Spring stylo my people! Scope the animal print! The '80's are comin' back, in case you didn't already smell the hairspray and spandex. You don't believe me? I'ma be laughing when I see you in a leopard leotard bumping Pat Benatar.

"Don't call me white"

2007-02-14T00:17:00.000-08:00

NOFX said it best. Happy Black History Month.

Back to the Future - 1987

2007-02-14T00:11:00.000-08:00

Get your vintage neon and get ahead of the hype. I predict this Spring will be a bunch of alloverprintneonhoodiesfromthesametiredhypebeastcompanies, so get your North Face EXTREME game on like a fishtail snowboard in a Shreddin' vid. I've been calling this one... just you watch

I'm still alive

2007-02-09T16:05:00.000-08:00

Hey fam, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, I'm just busier than I think I ever have been. Expect more to come soon, I promise. Big things goin on for the Marc Immeldos as of late. Big things.

Big props this quarter go to: everyone, for always being so down.

Okay, okay. I'll stop posting videos, there's just so much you need to see.

2006-12-16T23:31:00.000-08:00

Scope some dipset freestyles, they're chilla killa phenomenal:

I've been on some video shit lately, but seriously look at this...

2006-12-16T23:11:00.000-08:00

Dance like a white guy

2006-12-14T12:55:00.001-08:00

Whoopi meets James Earl Jones in the wild and gets Whoop'd (heyoo)

2006-12-13T15:36:00.000-08:00

Deja Vu

2006-12-11T11:16:00.000-08:00

Deja Vu, or "Already Seen" in French, is a good ass movie. Go see it. Speaking of "already seen," scope the intertextual relationships with Milton, the Bible, and Washington's Christological imagery. Throw in the idea of an omnipresent, omnipotent being and you got yourself some action and drama that knows no liner time, but time as universal and infinitely progressing and regressing at the same time. It's a mindfuck, go see, go see.

Got my Vans on and they look like sneakers

2006-12-06T22:44:00.000-08:00

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

^^ Screams "Panama," not "What, YEAAAH!" ^^

Whatever the funk that Goddamn saying means, "look like sneakers." Look, Vans are about as gangster as Marky Mark in a Miracle Whip ad. Yeah, they were prison issued for a while, so f'in what. Keep em chill, let us not start crazy hype on some Vans. Caballero is old enough to be your grandpa, ain't nothing gangster about that. That shit skips straight to the O.G. category, with the tech's and rags hung up on the wall and the old dog on the porch talkin' bout the "good ol' days" and how O.G. Mastah Killah Ray-Ray done jook'd a bitch for $20 and some Chuck All-Stars on a Banana Seat bike, and how Willis Carmichael talked jive on the block with Ron O'Neil. Cut your nappy dreads, get some clothes that fit, and pick up a skateboard if you're gonna be reppin' Vans. Vans is not Nike. Give them that, at least.

Keep the chickens clucking

2006-12-06T22:32:00.000-08:00

Who puts baking soda in cocaine? Fuck Bush Sr. and the CIA. It's a conspiracy, don't buy into the fake media propoganda.

Fuck military men

2006-12-06T10:13:00.000-08:00

Okay, I feel bad for those that are overseas in the war effort and all... but ladies, when they come home from being stationed in Timbucktoo and propose to you on the day of their arrival please make sure not to get swept away! While you've been home learning how to bake cakes and please your man through Oprah's self-help books (which is a retarded name for a book, help requires someone other than yourself... more like "quit bein' a skeezer books"), he has been away KILLIN' MOTHERFUCKERS LEFT AND RIGHT. I'm talking crazy shit: dodging camel spiders, scorpions, durk's, turk's, and all sorts of other crazies that make him thoroughly unfit to become a goddamn buckled-down house-mate. I wouldn't let some dickfor named Sid in my house right after he just got done on a 4-year triggerhappy stint, so neither should you. I'm thinking, of course, all about you, ladies. I'm on your side and in to your best interests. Trust me on this. Don't let him in! Don't wind up on COPS!

Break time

2006-12-06T01:56:00.000-08:00

Finals are over on Thursday, which means no more Samuel Richardson, Mary Wollstonecraft, Alexander Pope, Defoe, Olaudah Equiano, Behn, class tensions, race wars, slavery, and patriarchy. Psyche.

I like to talk shit

2006-12-06T01:54:00.001-08:00

There, I said it.

Santa's Ghetto

2006-12-04T09:58:00.000-08:00

There's some really good stuff here, guys. Lots of controversial pieces which, of course, say what we're all thinking and place pictures on archetypes that float around our noggins during this time of year, despite all the caroling and warm cheer. Big ups to the guys in the UK, doin' it big. Check it out @ Supertouch

Felix goes to Lake Placid

2006-12-03T15:43:00.000-08:00

Jaguar Vs Crocodile. - video powered by Metacafe

What's kraken?

2006-12-03T11:19:00.000-08:00

Instant classic status:

Shark Attacked - video powered by Metacafe

Happy Birthday, Kate $$!

2006-12-02T17:50:00.000-08:00

Happy B-day Kate, you fucking rock!

I love my friends way too much...

Mmm Mmm, Bitch!

2006-12-01T21:31:00.000-08:00

Homemade pizza makes the mouth water and the pants tighter, especially when it comes from the Snowden kitchen. You're looking at a garlic clove, fresh tomato, spinach, mozzarella, and chicken pizza - with an olive oil sauce. Who wants Domino's? Fuck Domino's. Who wants a Snowden to own your kitchen? Manga manga, biatch.

Colored soles for colored souls

2006-11-29T10:25:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the un-P.C. title, but most think that collecting Nikes is "a black thing." Fuck you if you think that. It's about time that everyone becomes colorblind, you racist pigdogs. Anyways, I'm digressing and I haven't even started. What I was going to say is that the Tier 0 (hyperstrike, or otherwise under 500 or so limited) air maxes and trainers that Nike is putting out are fire, and they all have one thing in common - a colored sole. Scope what's coming in the mail, kid:

Zoom Air Moire Tier 0 - you can hook these things up to your iPod to track running speeds, distance, GPS, etc. Can your shoes do that? Better yet, can your car even do that? Didn't think so, biatch. These have the speckled cement sole that was first featured on the Jordan 4 (I think) back in the 80's, and a 3M lining behind the black lining so that you get some flossed out polka dots. Scope the 3M lizard skin dunks I posted last month to see why 3M should be a part of your life and clothing repertoire.

These are the Tier 0 Air Max '95's. Snakeskin, patent leather, and a blue sole. You're mad jealous. Your soul is green.

Buy my Evisu jeans and make your holidays cool, for once

2006-11-29T09:59:00.000-08:00

Both of these were bought at Goods, the only licensed high-end Evisu dealer in the Pacific Northwest - you won't find one until you hit SF. Nordy's sells the price-line shitty Evisus, these are the Heritage denim, their nice denim. You're looking at some 14 and 15 oz denim, meaning this shit ain't gonna rip and tear or fade and wear any time soon. The red gulls fit a bit like a levis 505, looser in the thigh and butt, with a 9'' tapered leg (so you don't drag, but it doesn't look like a V at your kicks). The white gulls are a bit looser, also with a 9'' tapered leg so you don't drag. The evisu logo is hand-stitched (you can tell when you see them). Each detail on these jeans is ACTUALLY HAND MADE, and they are selling cheaper (thanks to me) than other shitty "premium" jeans that are cool for a week and then fade *cough*sevens,truereligions,joeys,rock&republics,faggots*cough*.
Without further adieu:

Red gull: red/white selvedge, hidden rivets, raw denim, worn a handful of times, retail $270
YOURS FOR $200

White gull: White/blue selvedge, hidden rivets, loose indigo dye, worn a handful of times, retail $360
YOURS FOR $200

Don't use the public bathrooms in Seattle

2006-11-29T09:56:00.000-08:00

The subpost should read, "AIDS Hits the Streets of Seattle," or, "It's Going to be A Red, Dead Christmas." This is just fucking disgusting:

Thanksgiving with Dad + the fam

2006-11-29T09:51:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving came early, the blog came late. This was a big Turkey Day for me, though. This year marks the last Thanksgiving that will ever be had in my Dad's house, as he is moving to Madison, WI to finish up the ol' degree. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, peace.

It runs in the fam:

Wine > Beer

2006-11-29T09:42:00.000-08:00

Get some class. F*ck PBR.

Happy birthday, Kerry!

2006-11-29T09:33:00.000-08:00

W)Taps x Vans slip-on

2006-11-29T09:27:00.000-08:00

The new HBC shoe. W)Taps and Vans put this out a while back. I slept on it, thinking it wouldn't be too coo. I was wrong. I finally got my hands on a pair of these for less than 150 bones ($79 actually) and now I am complete. They also came in a Sk8-Hi and a Chukka boot. I WILL get my hands on them. Until then, bask in the glory that is:

Happy Birthday, Jeff!

2006-11-29T09:26:00.000-08:00

It was Jeff's birthday, so we went on the dinner train. It was dope. We got wasted. Jeff got older. The food was bomb. Shit ch'ea!

Get Hyyyyyped!

2006-11-29T09:24:00.000-08:00

R.I.P.O.D.B / National Philanthropy Day Fiesta

2006-11-29T09:00:00.002-08:00

November 15th marked the day of Ol'Dirty Bastard's birth, 2 days after his death, and National Philanthropy Day - so we celebrated with an Ol' Dirty Party. 40 oz's. of malt liquor, Braden and Laura's mac & cheese, cornbread, watermelon, and all the accoutrement necessary for a good time to honor one of the best rappers of all time. Russel Tyrone Jones, nicknamed Ol' Dirty Bastard, aka Dirt McGurt, aka Big Baby Jesus, aka Osiris, aka ODB, aka Old Dirty Chinese Food Restaurant, and whatever other aliases that transpired throughout the years, was an original member of the Wu-Tang Clan (founded by brothers RZA and GZA in the late 80's / early 90's) and his voice was laced throughout every Wu song (just about) until his death in 2004, and what a philanthropist he was. Started on a cheap Chrome Hydraulics 808 drum kit, the infamous Wu-beats first began making necks break on their '93 album, "Enter the 36 Chambers," the very album that defined why ODB was ODB - as Method Man said, "There's no father to his style." Since the early '90's this album has become a staple for any hip-hopper's CD repertoire, and for a very good reason: it's one of the first GANGST-ASS albums out there! From the slums of Shaolin (Staten Island), the Wu-Tang Clan brought it raw to countless people worldwide, proving that there were grimey ass folks in NY, and setting the stage for all gangster rap to come, and I believe that none of this could have been done without their very own chrome vampire-teeth'd rapper, ODB. Celebrate this day from now on, ya dig?

The new logo, take it and die!!!

2006-11-29T09:00:00.001-08:00

Rocky Horror Picture Show - Live at the Admiral in West Seattle

2006-11-07T23:30:00.000-08:00

Now I'm not here to lie to you and preach falsehoods, but the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Admiral was a fucking adventure, to say the least. The trip into Transexual Transylvania was more like a trek filled with half-naked individuals, lewd comments, and lots of ass-grabbing (mostly me grabbing Grant's ass). As a heterosexual male to the core, I was a bit blasted by a tidal wave of homosexuality as I sat in my vintage 1970's movie seat, but I got over it after I witnessed a man deepthroat a whole banana - shit was funny! "Whatever," I told myself, "this is going to be rad!" And rad it was. Grant and I had a hell of a time eventhough we stood out like the Amish at Woodstock. Monthly patrons wait outside this theater for hours, dressed in drag, high, drunk, and ready to get vile, and that's just the start of it. Between the audience participation, the hilarious call-backs, and the dry sex (oh yes, there's lots of dry sex), the RHPS at the Admiral was by far one of the highlights of my Fall Quarter and here's why:

I met a "real" Jewish circumsizer, he even had the tools (he looked like Screech dressed up as himself in a bad costume):

The charm of the Admiral as one of the better vintage theaters:

Some monthly patrons, Bjork and a half-naked ICP head:

This dude was too hyped to function:

We look like the parents from Footloose:

They offer the RHPS kit for $3 cash before the show. It comes with rice, newspaper, toast, and everything else you need to make the experience memorable:

I met Quailman. He won the costume contest before the show, rock on:

My future ex-wife:

The man with magenta hair knew Grant and he got us in before everyone else (thanks for the hookup, by the way):

I look like an Arab in Texas. They called all of us "virgins" who hadn't seen RHPS performed live up on stage, and left us in blissful ignorance of the vile acts of debauchery that were about to ensue:

WAVE OF DEBAUCH 1: The "taking of the cherry":

WAVE OF DEBAUCH 2: The banana deepthroat. This dude put the whole fucking thing in his throat and closed his mouth. Grant and I could just scream, that was all, no talking, no laughing, just screaming. Screaming for the sake of screaming, screaming in horror, screaming in laughter, screaming in repulsion, and screaming in exaltation because I got to sit down before wave 2 hit like a ton of bricks, err, bananas:

It was raining in the theater:

I'm going to leave the rest up to you to discover, as I've given away too much info already. I'll leave you with this, the calling card of those who put on this production:

The first Saturday of every month; I'll see you there for the Science Fiction Double Feature.

Home cooked meals and J.J. Mahoney's Irish Pub

2006-11-07T21:35:00.000-08:00

I was missing this summer's Ireland experience hardcore, so I asked the Mums and her man-friend, Jeff, if they'd mind getting together for a good old-fashioned home cooked meal for our Sunday get-together. They obliged with a recipe in mind: Jeff's famous Lemon-Herb Whole Chicken with Herb-potatoes and carrots. I was hyped. Having a home cooked meal reminded me of how much I missed being together as a family, and how much fun it is to have a real conversation over a self-prepared meal. With only few hours to prepare, Jeff and Mums got to work in the kitchen while I wrote about Aristotle and the virtue of Mildness. Eager to empty my mind and fill my stomach, I waited while the two made magic happen in the kitchen.

Watching these two go to work was incredible. They didn't get in a single fight the whole time, which is pretty hard to do in any kitchen setting with multiple people fumbling all over eachother:

Jeff's famous Lemon-Herb Chicken:

With a full stomach and a burning desire for celtic music, I headed out with Kerry to J.J. Mahoney's Irish pub located right by Bella Bottega. The fiddles could be heard fifty yards away, I was hyped again:

Stocked bar (this is only half):

One of four HD plasma screen TV's placed throughout the bar and restaurant, and the other half of the bar:

The X-Box 360, FREE TO USE BY THE WAY, with wireless controllers (I think that's the new X-Box standard):

Going to J.J's after the home cooked meal was the icing on the cake for me. I went home afterwards, blasting Flogging Molly and the Dropkick Murphys and thinking about my drunken misadventures in Dublin and Galway with my boy Dolsie. If you want a glimpse into a culture that is on the other side of the Atlantic pond, definitely hit up J.J's soon. Although the bar caters to the higher-end crowd, it definitely exudes the aura of a nicer location on Grafton St., Dublin. Stocked with a full bar, a DOPE menu (with things like a sauteed tofu pita and beer'd up mozzarella sticks) , all the Guinness you can stomach, good company, a REAL dartboard (none of that plastic shit), and an X-Box 360, J.J's is a spot that you should take your best mates to after the rugby game or football (soccer) match to get together and share some real time together. That's the lesson for today, kids: time. Spend it well. You only have so much of it in your life until the well runs dry. Spend a little bit of it at J.J's. Cheers.

Dia de los Muertos - Mexico comes to Seattle for the night

2006-11-07T20:53:00.000-08:00

We all know that the day after Halloween is one of the biggest hangover days ever, but it is also the day of a Mexican fiesta: the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos). This year, Mexico came to Seattle with a force. Marching over to the BLT function, all I could think of was, "Badges, we don't need no steenking badges," and the random events that were about to transpire. Thank you BLT, and thank you Mel Brooks, for making this years Day of the Dead memorable. Without further adieu:

Grant, T, Carol, and I saw "Native Son" down in Seattle Center. It was pretty good, but we were too hyped for the fiesta about to come:

The man, the myth, the legend:

The decor of the dead:

Dead chocolates:

Homemade peanut brittle, salsas, and a dead beer:

Dorothy even showed up, dead:

Beavis and Butthead are dead:

Tadie, the vibrating dog (he had some ill batwings on):

Meow:

Me and Bridge keepin' it tight:

Kat is almost dead for the night:

Got so fucked up we were kissin' dogs and shit. Braden and man's best friend:

T'was the Nightmare Before Christmas:

Braden and his damn Monster Mash:

Time to split:

As you can tell, it was a celebration bitch! BLT kept it real, and grant and I supplied the booze - that's the drill, Phil. If you don't, you should celebrate this fantastic holiday merely because I told you to. It's a great reason to get the gang together and party like Eric Estrada, and hell, what's a Wednesday night without a little liquid-help over that hellish hump of the week? Hopefully the Dia de los Muertos party will fall on a Tuesday night next year, it'll be interesting to see how we justify getting fucked off our tits on the most uneventful day of the week. Adios amigo!

Iron Maiden - "A Matter of Life and Death"

2006-11-07T16:18:00.000-08:00

Fucking rock out with your jock out, Iron Maiden has hit us in the face yet again with a hard metal guitar riff in the form of a spiked bat. As one of my all-time favorite bands, Iron Maiden has been holding down the power metal scene for going on 30 years ('79 was the release of Killers). You thought you knew, but you had no fucking clue. Dickinson can still out pipe most sappy pop-stars at his age, and any of the lead guitarists can show you how to shred the fucking skin-tight pleather pants off your metal idol's old, drug-laced, sweaty, shriveled body. If you haven't already, get on the bandwagon to Hell and blast Iron Maiden every damn day of your life. Cop your version on iTunes for under $10 NOW.

Wednesday nights at Braden and Laura's

2006-11-02T15:44:00.000-08:00

Every so often I get blessed with an invite to attend a "Drunken Wednesday" at Braden and Laura's. Brade and Laur are phenomenal hosts for these liquored up get-togethers; they cook like 5 [beyond] gourmet courses, they provide the great hospitality, they invite a star-studded guest list, they don't mind the awkward conversations that frequently arise, and they bust out the Scattergories. Brade and Laur do so much more than words can express, and they ask for nothing in return.
Legend has it, Braden and Laura ventured to the top of Mt. Olympus a few years back. It was there that they attended a dinner function with Zeus and Themeter, and exchanged various cooking tips and recipes over a few glasses of Divine Wine (tm), Zeus' house brand. After the meal was through, Braden and Laura tried to leave. However, upon realizing that B + L had cooked a better meal than Zeus, and with better ingredients, Themeter cursed them out of spite to be bound to the kitchen on random Wednesdays - usually centered around minor events such as "over the hump" parties and Mexican holidays. Remorseful for Themeter's actions, Zeus vowed to instill his divine hands and technique upon Brade and Laur during these Wednesday nights, giving B + L divine dexterity in the kitchen. Although we are very sorry for B+L to have this curse, we sure as hell don't mind giving assistance in consuming the fine cuisine that this cursed twosome produce.

This is a mere glimpse at a Wednesday night at Braden and Laura's

They decorate extremely well:

They made their own brewski for the amuse - Spicy Candied Walnuts, Bourbon Spiced Cider and Red Wine Braised Seckel Pears with Bleu Cheese Mousse:

First course - Root Vegetable and Shiitake Mushroom Pot Pie with Arugula, Red Onion, and Shaved Pecarino Salad (scope the leaf-shaped design on the top of the pie):

Second course - Skillet Cooked Polenta Triangles with Braised Portobello's and Creme Fraiche:

Third course - Braised Chicken Legs, Brussels Sprouts with Bacon and Mustard Sauce and Bourbon Mashed Carrots :

Dessert - Carmelized Pumpkin French Toast with Cinnamon Stick Iced Cream (I couldn't wait to dig in, so this is what it looks like slightly...modified) :

The killer company:

I would totally pay 60 - 100 bones a person to eat a meal like this, honestly. I hope I just didn't grossly underestimate the net worth of this dinner... Anyways, the level of intricate detail on each meal is outstanding. The taste is outstanding. The company is outstanding. All this has been said, but it cannot be stressed enough. Brade and Laur, you win the 2006 Nobel Diner's Prize for best hosts for a dinner party and unEarthly cuisine.
Also, to hold down the late-great ODB and National Philanthropy Day, Brade, Laur, and Tatie (BLT - Bacon Lettuce Tomato) are throwing down the raw-raw-rawwwest party ever. So shimmy, shimmy-yaah on down with your Wu W's in the air, because it's nothing but raw 8-0-8 drum kits, saggin' pants, timb-o's, stocking caps, flannel shirts, and paper-wrapped 40oz's of OE 8000. Peace.

What has happened to rap?

2006-10-29T23:26:00.000-08:00

Looking at some of the new rap vidoes that have somehow surfaced to what we, the un-famous majority, call the "mainstream", I am appalled that people still consider these new-age "thugs" heterosexual. What ever happened to Big L, Biggie, Pac, Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, N.W.A, the OLD LL cool J, Beastie Boys, Run DMC, and that gang? They got old or shot, that's what. Hip hop died the day that Lil Jon decided to rear his nappy, buck toothed, stunner shade wearin', "WHAT? YEAH! OK" hollerin', Name-brand ruinin', flossed-out jizz cup tot'n, silly ass on the scene. Sure, I bet he's a great guy, but great guys don't make good rap music. We need some oppressed people with anger problems if we're to make some good rap, and I'm not talking about the "I hate mommy" disorder that we saw with Eminem. We need some of those jeans saggin', gun tot'n, crip walkin' gangsters back on the scene... or at least someone to save Snoop from this bullshit:

Pharrell turns Snoop mad homo

Who is going to man-up? And by the way, FUCK PHARRELL!! Lord help me, he really tests my faith, but seriously, what THE hell is he doing to the world?! When I teach, am I going to have to tell kids that skateboarding is a has-been sport because of this clean-shaven has-been (or never-will-be)? He's tried to make a clothing line. He failed at making it cool enough to be worn by people other than Asians (who I respect more than words) and other faggot ass rappers (who I have less respect for than a flaming hairy turd). He's tried to make good music. He failed by turning everyone cool that he featured in his songs HOMO BY ASSOCIATION (HBA). He's tried to market the fashion-side of Japan in America. He's failed, because all the up-and-coming business exec's think that Japan is only good for SONY products, crystalline tee shirts, and Patent Leather dildoes. He has ruined once-cool brands (A Bathing Ape, Evisu, and almost Levis) by wearing streetwear to high class social events. Lastly, he has RUINED the name that American Hip-Hop created for itself, and has pissed on the ashes of what were once great Emcees.Will somebody please, OH PLEASE, tell this guy that if he wants to market a brand called "Ice Cream", he should do it at teenage fat camp; and that if he wants to market a brand called "Billionaire Boys Club", he should change the theme color to red and sell to the REAL BBC: the Republican Political Regime. Extinguish the slow-burning flame that was N.E.R.D and start the streets on fire again, PLEASE. Give me a mic and I'll make Skateboard-P's rap game look like the lame Chuck E. Cheese birthday party of the kid that nobody really likes. Be an innovator, and don't ruin things. The modern wheel was not made better by turning the tire into a square. He's making the rap-wheel a SQUARE! JESUS CHRIST IS MY LORD AND SAVIOR, help me save myself from the iniquity that has been pushed on me, and the rest of the hip hop culture, by this man.

Third Floor Fish Cafe - restaurant review

2006-10-22T20:21:00.000-07:00

Sunday night dinners with the madre never fail to leave me full-stomached. Since they are so few and far between, we like to do it as big as we can. Tonight was no exception bill-wise, but the food just wasn't what we'd expected. We went to the Third Floor Fish Cafe down on the Kirkland waterfront, a spot we'd been to a few times before that usually serves high-quality meals, and we left fairly unimpressed. The restaurant has a view, an atmosphere, and a menu that fits the upper-echelon eatery criteria, but was it really worth it? We'll see:

Kirkland:

The mid '90's neon /etched glass art that is frequently spotted at waterside restaurants:

The front desk:

The open kitchen: As previously stated, most upper-echelon places have open kitchens so that the patrons don't feel as though they are getting dog-chow as a beef substitute:

The view: The view that the TFFC has to offer is spectacular, if you are lucky enough to get sat right by the window. We were. I highly recommend going here during the winter at about 5-6pm so that you can watch the sunset while you eat or guzzle down some high-priced cocktail. The restaurant overlooks a marina with some pretty nice boats, so you definitely get the feeling that the posh atmosphere is carried out even outside the restaurant.

6:00pm

6:30pm

The food: I ordered the organic greens salad as an appetizer and didn't bother taking a picture. It was good, I guess, but nothing to write home about (I recommend getting the same salad at Joey's, it's fantastic). For dinner, though, I ordered the Alaskan King Crab legs, and they were fan-taste-ic. The meat was sauteed well enough that I didn't have to douse it in the creamy butter-wine sauce that accompanied it, but it was still there just incase I ran out of water and needed my food to slide down efficiently. The veggies that came with it (halved baby red potatoes, chopped green beans, onions, and red peppers) were heavily oiled, which was kind of mushy at times, but they were aiight. The meal was filling, and it was actually quite satisfying - unlike the salad and the mojito (made with fucking Monarch, yeeech). To go with dinner we ordered a Cake Bread Chard, which also wasn't the best. It tasted and smelled very corky, like it had been served before its time or was counterfitted. For an $80 bottle, it fucking sucked, to be completely honest. The drinks / appetizer combo really ruined the beginning of the night, as we did not get what we'd paid for. Dinner was good. Not good enough to cancel out the Monarch in my mojito, but it was good. Here's the crab:

The view at night:

Although my dinner was good, the rest of the accoutrement was so-so. So-so, however, when you pay $365 on a 3 person bill turns into "fucking shitty" real damn quick-like in two raises of a dog's leg. The service was exceptional - they poured our wine for us and got us whatever we wanted - but the goods could've easily been better, thus I give the Third Floor Fish Cafe a 6/10. Most of the rating has to do with the Monarch in the $10 mojito, but the salad, for instance, could've easily been more than just "edible". Come here to get a cheaper glass of wine than the Cake Bread and some Oysters, and you'll be in good shoes. Come here for a 4 course meal with all the bells and whistles and you're gonna be one pissed off motherfucker. My best bet: come here, grab a drink and an appetizer, then hit up Baskin-Robbins for some ice cream. Afterwards, take a stroll on the beach and watch the sunset there. That routine would be much more appropriate for you, your date, and your wallet. Peace.

May the force be with you.

Matt's Oyster Bar & Grill - bar review

2006-10-21T20:04:00.000-07:00

Friday night, shit to do, go to Matt's? Yes. This small looking spot, located right across from Cucina Cucina on the top floor of Redmond Town Center, is packing some serious heat when it comes to food. The dimly lit restaurant, with its patented "upper-scale blue-neon" sign that most finer dining establishments front with, appears to be very posh but it is relatively affordable if you know what you're doing. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a cheap locale by any means! You can, however, eat relatively inexpensively if you just go for one course and a few drinks - which is what Kerry did. I, on the other hand, hadn't eaten all day and I ended up dropping like $60 for a glass or two of a nice Chard, a dinner speical, and a dessert; and man, was it worth it. When it comes to a local suburban dining spot, Matt's has it all: chicks, booze, good food, and TONS of high-class soccer moms and their annoying snot-nosed accompanists. I think you should most definitely stop by, and here's why:

The menu: The menu is pretty exhaustive, to say the least. Separated by course and meat (seafood / non-seafood), Matt's menu offers many different options for the hungry soul as well as the "social" eater. With so many good and extremely diverse items to choose from, making a decision is often a complex process. My best bet: go with the seafood. Matt's is an Oyster Bar afterall... seafood is what they specialize in.

The bar: Located on the right side of the dining room is the bar, and a very unique bar it is. All of the liquor is stowed underneath the beer taps, which is quite odd. My suggestion is to either have a drink in mind, or look at the drink list. The "look-at-the-bar-and-pick-your-poison" approach isn't going to get you very far here, which could propose a hinderance to the drinker that has a hard time making up its mind. Cocktails can get a bit pricey, but the beer prices aren't too bad. The bar is pretty large, too. There is bar-seating and tall-table seating in the area, but it can get pretty scarce. Just because there's people at the bar doesn't mean that you need give up hope, though. Most people at the bar are waiting for their table to get called, so just order a drink and post up next to some people that have a hostess pager and you'll be fine. If you sit along the bar, there are some pretty cool spot-lights that keep your conversation lit so you won't be left in the dark with your party.

We sat at the end of the bar. Here's the artsy lighting:

Kerry and I are hungry:

Matt's also has an open kitchen. This is good because you won't wonder where your food is coming from and what's happening to it. It can be bad, however, as it is located right in the middle of the restaurant and the scents that it emits just keep you wanting more and more bomb food. I suggest going to Matt's with a good-smelling girl, then, for your figure's sake (and for her's if you know what you're doing).

I ordered the Seared Rare Ahi Tuna Steak. It's my usual. It's fuckin' gooooood if you like rare fish. It's served over cheesy polenta with watercress and mango-pepper garnish, cherry tomatoes, and a sun-dried tomato /balsamic vinaigrette to dip the tip of your fork in to get a little pizazz. Yeah, I said pizazz. I also pack heat, so watch what you say. It's one of Matts' lighter entrees if you stay clear of all that polenta, so it definitely leaves room for dessert.

The dessert menu. I recommend Matt's Signature Hot Chocolate Souffle personally, though the ice cream rarely fails to please. This is a Chocolate Chip Espresso ice cream with cinnamon and chocolate ground into it. It was better than the first time that I got dome while riding passenger in a pickup... well, maybe not that good, but I wouldn't know...that really doesn't sound safe... you get where I'm going with this.

Matt's Oyster Bar & Grill is a really dialed spot to take a girl, a business assoc., or just chill if you wanted to take a night off from sake and karaoke. The waitstaff is good-lookin', the people are friendly, the prices are reasonable, and the crowd is fairly young. The eating area smells fantastic, which is always a perk, and there is some good music playing if you listen for it. All in all, I rate Matt's a 9/10. Although the food is generally good, it can take a while to get some attention by the waiters/waitresses on a moderately busy night. They run with a fairly small staff, so if it looks a bit busy plan on waiting a spell. The food, as I said, is excellent, and you will not leave unhappy - unless some random WSU 'ock picks a fight with you (which is what Kerry and I witnessed happen to a couple right next to us. Who fucking fights at an Oyster Bar for Christ's sake?).

Also, happy 22nd birthday to my man Sean Sweeney. He just got a job fresh out of college at Boeing as an Environmental Engineer, so give him props the next time you see him.

Joey's - lounge review

2006-10-19T23:13:00.000-07:00

I got a call from Katie, the illest chick on the block, when I got off work. She said she was at Joey's, where she works, and that I needed to come down ASAP. So, like any reasonably intelligent male that knows the difference between his dick and a 9 iron, I did.
Joey's (901 Fairview Ave. N) in Seattle is pretty fucking sick, and it's definitely worth checking out even if you are just getting a drink (which is what I did). By the way, I did not eat... just got a drink and admired the view... which was very fair indeed (as the street suggests), so this is just a lounge review and not a food review... that will come later. Here it goes:

The hostesses are super rad, they even hold the door for you when you walk in just to make you feel wanted. "Welcome to Joey's," is what they say; tip us well, you stingy motherfucker, is what they think. Just kidding, whatever. Every person that is on the staff must seriously have to go through a gene-check, though, because there are some gorgeous lookin' Genepool High Alumni that work at Joey's, like Katie (which usually sways you to round up when you are filling in the "Tip:___" spot on the check, because we all know you're gonna be using your platinum AmEx, you baller you).

In order to prove to you, the customer, that the Chefs at Joey's do NOT hock dog-chow or spit into the food, they offer a super legit kitchen tour. We didn't go on one, those are for tourists. Instead my ass just walked back there with Katie as a distraction and took some safari photos. Here's some bomb French Fries that probably got downed by some of the approchable women that frequent the bar and look for a nice piece of wallet to go home with:

This is the bar. As you can see, there is no real "Top Shelf"... as the same liquor bottles cascade down the wall, but they serve some pretty classy shit so don't worry about not getting your Dom P. The bartenders are pretty good, if you know what I mean, which is hard to find at these upper-scale establishments. The tables were all pretty full with, I'm guessing an average age, 25-28 years old groups. There's booths, high tables, and bar seating, as well as La-Z-Boy lookin' leather seats in the ACTUAL lounge area (it was too dark to capture them, but I'll get them one of these days) so that your ass feels more comfortable spending a bit more for something that you didn't really need, like that extra Manhattan - they also call cabs to the handy round-a-bout in front of the restaurant for you if need be.

This is Jenny, our waitress. Go and tip her. Tip her big. She was nice enough to trust that this wasn't going to wind up on some "Bang My Waitress" site.

I grabbed a sparkling wine, and at 8 bones a glass it was one of the cheaper spirits. I was going to try a $15 glass, but after 11pm, and since it was only going to be one glass, it all would've tasted the same:

After our drinks, we ventured outside so that the weak-willed, yet iron-lung'd crowd could spark some bones. Katie and I fucked around with our phones cuz we be coo like dat. Don't worry, no cute rodents were harmed in the manufacturing of her bomber jacket:

Katie, too, is a sneaker-head, and animals, namely of the bovine species, were harmed in the manufacturing of these little numbers. They died a happy death, though, and I bet they're beatin' off in bovine-Heaven knowing that their Earthly remains wound up on the feet of this hot mamma:

The lounge area at Joey's is dimly lit, but with the sporadic yellow-orange glowing lights-that-look-like, but-aren't-quite-candles, and the glorious bar, you can rest assure that the female you're talking to over a glass of sparkling wine is a dime-piece, and the extra zero you put on the tip was definitely in the change spot, not the dollar... I think. The staff is friendly, the food (although none was consumed tonight) is bomb, the atmosphere is young and successful, and the feeling is good. With the extensive menu, and the have-it-your-way ordering style, Joey's stands out among the rest as one of the finer dining establishments in the water-side city of Seattle.

My rating: 9/10. The place is off the richter, but I wouldn't recommend trying to meet your future ex-wife here unless you are packin' mad cheddar. It is, however, a dope spot to bring a group of people, sit down, get comfortable, and have a drink. The plasma screen TV's will keep you entertained with the game or MTV Cribs if old Joe starts getting too drunk and friendly with your waitress, or if Sarah starts telling the same, "I miss my white Coach bag," anecdote while the other gals console her grief. You will leave this joint knowing that your hard earned dollars were better spent here than at a crackhouse, I guarantee it.

Coming Soon - Jacob & Co. watch review.....

2006-10-19T11:36:00.000-07:00

Stay tuned... (12/06)

Neighborhood - denim review

2006-10-18T22:28:00.000-07:00

Aiight, I've been waiting to get the time to review Neighborhood. There's just soooo damn much to say! First off, these are the jeans that you will wear every day and not feel guilty or dirty, just because they are so dope. Everything, I mean EVERYTHING, on the jeans has been hand-finished in Japan, thus making each denim piece super limited and very pricey. Just a straight cut no savage level basic denim will run you over $250, and if you want to go balls out they offer some slim max savage collabo jeans that run over $1100 - they are fucking NUTS (I'm gonna try and get my hands on some just to convey the savagery). Savage level, by the way, is Nbhd's way of ranking the amount of distressing / holes / fading / (time and labor) that has been added to the jean; the more the savage level, the more you are gonna fork out. Well, I'm officially rambling, so without further adieu:

Jean #1: Basic Straight cut Lightning Savage level - 4 ($500-$600)

This is what the front of the jean looks like, the lighting doesn't pick up the different hues of blue and tan fading that distress the front of the jean but as you can tell these jeans are unique even to the untrained eye.

The seat: Nbhd loves to fuck with your mind and switch up the back pockets. These sport a traditional Nbhd pocket (right), as well as the modified round-cut pocket (left). The Nbhd pocket logo resembles that of a Levis stitch cut in half and yin-yanged to create a lightning bolt. On the seat there is various distressing (as you can see right by the belt loop) as well as slop-stitching over the seams to make the jeans look more, well, savage. These jeans fit like a levis 501 with about 1.5'' more room throughout the leg (e.g. straight down, but a bit more relaxed). This is my favorite fit because it is not TOO tight, yet it is tight enough to wear with a pair of VANS slip-on's and not drag your heel.
Also, the back pockets are riveted to the denim, and overlapped with denim to conceal the outside metal rivet - which is a definite perk.

The holes: Other brands of premium denim put schmancy stitches on the back pockets to stand out from other brands, but Nbhd likes to cut straight up HOLES in the damn denim to leave their mark!! They have a unique process, then, of stitching either indigo or black denim (depending on whether or not your jeans are black or blue) to patch up the hole with the slop-stitch pattern that exhibits much savagery. This really makes the hole stand out and the jean look unique... a sure sign of Nbhd denim. Another thing to look at with this jean is the color difference between the front and back of the jean. Notice how the front is lighter than the back, but that the whisker-fading on the calf matches the lightness of the blue on the front of the jean. EXTREME attention to detail on this, it really must be acknowledged and appreciated.

The front pockets: To compliment a highly detailed back of the jean, Nbhd makes an even crazier front. Scope the left front pocket on these. The pocket was distressed before it was applied to the jean, which results in a huge contrast in the fading. The pocket exhibits a bit of a brown color which is found nowhere else on the jean, thus making it stand the funk out like a hot model in a sea of ugly ducklings. The pocket is completely whisker-faded out, which makes for yet another savage effect:

Lightning: Nbhd and lightning is like black guys and white girls, they just can't be separated and they look reaaaaally good together. What is more badass than a natural occurrence that completely lights and fucks shit up haphazardly? Like lightning, Nbhd rarely strikes the same spot twice (which is a reference to the hand-made effect that will not be repeated on multiple sets of denim). These jeans exhibit 5 lightning bolts all over the legs (4 are creased into the leg, 1 is the Nbhd left heel trademark). Name one other jean brand that does that shit, man! Name ONE! Also, the slop-stitch is to the left of the bolt, adding more savagery to this piece of denim. Scope the bolts, nilla:

Jean #2: Neighborhood x Fragment Design Savage Basic Straight cut Savage level - Fragment ($400 - $500)

This jean is a collabo between Fragment Design and Nbhd, limited quantity, high quality, yadda yadda. The Nbhd black denim is more of a blend between faded black and Grey, which is waaaay cooler than some straight up black jeans (jet-black denim hasn't been cool since Ozzy was doing heroin). These jeans have the ill neighborhood fade done to them throughout the leg, as well as the whisker-fade on the calf.

The hidden rivet: This jean, like any dope ass premium jean, has the hidden rivet on the back pockets. Already told you what this is. This should not be new to you. The fade on the belt loop are is exhibited on this jean as well. Also, the pockets are different as you can see. The right, the Nbhd lightning bolt Levis logo. The left, a plain pocket. People will be on your buttcheeks all day.

The holes: Not many holes on this jean, which is just fine with me. The only real hole is on the 5th pocket, which makes it stand out a bit. The others: one on the butt, one on the front.

The Collabo: The Fragment x Nbhd denim has, on the right leg, a large patch. This patch looks tiger striped, and it stands right out - making the front of the denim very unique. Also, check out the whisker-fading above the Fragment patch. People will be looking at your crotch all day as well, so stuff accordingly:

Last, but not least: The left-heel Nbhd bolt logo. Look for this on every pair of Nbhd denim, it's really cool:

These are my two favorite jeans that I have ever purchased. I highly suggest holding back on a few denim purchases to pick up a pair or two. Altogether I rate these jeans a 10/10 for uniqueness, style, fit, rarity, and basically because this is the most time that I have seen put into a piece of denim from any premium denim company. These jeans will never depreciate in value unless you take a shit in them, or someone else busts a nut on them - which may happen, so scotch guard accordingly.