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Feast Week

Got home last night from a week or so on Flip's Feast Tour.

There are a few tasty nuggets up and viewable thanks to buddy Bratrud and (humbly) my own damn self.

Expression

Someone once told me that holding in shit that bothers me and not expressing myself will compromise my health. Made sense. Makes sense. From time to time when I maneuver through my day I will hear something or see something that makes me fucking angry. I think I want to purge some of that shit here and keep my immune system bright.

Today I saw one of these fucking things.









I fucking hate these fucking things.

your moment of zen.

I had suspected that in the midst of the WGA strike, it would be hard for writers at The Daily Show and The Colbert Report (et. all) to keep themselves from writing about current world events, so abundant and ripe for lampooning as they tend to be.

Well, it looks like a few were unable to contain themselves.

Viva la resistance!

A creative nugget that no one got paid for, below:

Holla!

Show your support!

And use this as an excellent excuse to turn off the tube (and your iTunes), talk to your friends and family, and go outside and play!

back, oops

party on the right, foul on the left from nnnnic on Vimeo

Johnny Andrews Update

I've been in touch with John's sister, Karen, throughout the week. She is a great person and an awesome sister. She told me today that John is going in for surgery this evening about 5pm. From what I understand they will be fusing the 4th and 5th vertebrae, then fusing the 6th and 7th. She tells me that the 4th and 5th are the scary ones due to the fact that they are near the vocal chords and all the triggers that allow John to swallow. A good scenario right now would be that John come out of the surgery as planned, have a scratchy throat due to the procedure, then head over to Madonna Rehab Hospital soon and begin his journey of recovery.

John has been having a really tough time with his vastly limited limb mobility. He is bummed, really bummed. If you visit him at any time, be pumped and positive. Go see him on your best day and when you are in your most positive of moods. You know he'd love to see you.

John will be worked on today by one of the best Neurosurgeons in the world. This guy is THE man.

Stay good to each other people. Live well and ride safe. More to come.

Why ’Zines Won't Die

Skateboarding has its 2x4 and rollerskate mythology and, of course, so do skateboard magazines.
Here's a quick look at what Ben Franklin started, what blogs continue to do, and what I also hope will never die.





From: Good Magazine

Moustache Diary, Entry #12

Okay, I’m done.

As a few of you already know, I got home from the hospital yesterday afternoon after a four-day visit. Glad to be out.
Developed an icky stomach and chills on Friday afternoon and by Saturday it was stabbing abdominal pain and a fever. Sunday morning my mom and I shuffled into the ER where they began to evaluate why my body was kicking its own ass.

An IV pumped the fluids in, I had to drink 40oz of contrast, and I got a CAT scan to look at what might be hurting. Not my appendix but in the same area … right where your colon and your lower intestine meet. They didn’t know what it was. Maybe an autoimmune disease, maybe some kind of gnarly infection, maybe something else. They decided to admit me and keep me around for more hospital stuff. And by hospital stuff I mean everything but surgery.

I had blood drawn, I had urine sampled, I had antibiotics pumped into my arm, I was made to drink liters of foul tasting liquid that made me poop pudding (also sampled) until I pooped clear. Finally I was knocked out, given a drug that induces amnesia, and they RotoRootered out my colon and lower intestine with a snaky camera and collected photos and polyps. I’m okay with the amnesia, as you can imagine.
And then I slept it off for a couple days.

Yesterday afternoon they told me that from one of my stool samples they were able to isolate the bacteria that caused all my problems.
Yeah, that’s right, food poisoning.
So I’m out, my family is relieved, I have a bit of a different outlook on things, and I’m about seven pounds lighter.
Oh, yeah. No moustache either.
How ya like me now?

Whoever You Pray To ...

... it's time to give her/him a ring on your prayer phone.


True Lincoln good-guy and friend to all, John Andrews was in a very bad bike accident a few nights ago.
Smashed teeth, broken bones in his face, and a bruised spine.
Think good thoughts for him and his family because they need us right now.
Then go forth and be careful.
And count your blessings.

In lieu of Kevin's internet presence:

We hope your guts get well soon, bra!

pencils down.

Kind of rad. Writers unite!

Brad

beautiful

Panda Bear

Yeah, Clark

O'Dell's: the making of the video.