They just opened up a Famima near my work. In case you were wondering, Famima is a japanese branded convenience store. The prices are a bit high and the selection is pretty limited, but it's nice change of pace compared to all the 7-11 stores out there.
Here's one of my favorite photos I took recently. While on vacation in Paris, we were walking around a touristy shopping area, when we see this guy. Now, it's hard to see but basically it's an gnarly looking old dude with a French military jacket, dingy jeans, and a sack of God-knows-what. Everything was a size smaller and in desperate need of a wash. Basically he's French Rip-van-winkle from WWII.
So I bought a fixed gear bike. Well, it's not a true fixed gear bike as it has still has both brakes and the option to ride free-wheel. But it is light, fun, and pretty fast. While trackstands and riding backwards seems pretty fun, fixed gear was too odd and now it's set back to free-wheel.
Step one: buy a bike
Step two: burn 10,000 calories
Step three: ????
Step four: profit
My favorite watch finally died. After years of bike riding, swimming, snowboarding, and daily office wear, my Casio calculator watch finally croaked. I think it shorted when a bit of water got in it after I jumped off a 20 foot rock into the Kern river. This fifteen dollar watch outlived other watches twenty times its price while never complaining for more batteries or maintenance. Oh well, maybe it’s time for an upgrade.
I just finished this concept logo for a friend's startup.
Did I tell you about that one time I ate 53 chicken nuggets? No? Well, way back in the winter of `06 a challenged was propositioned. Some folks fancied themselves big eaters, so much so that they thought they could out eat your old grampa here. Now in them days, chicken nuggets were pretty easy to come by; five nuggets for a dollar and Wendy’s, so fifty we set you back a Jefferson.
Who wants to dress up as clowns and bikes tonight?
9:00 pm @ Rite Aid
1637 North Vermont Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90027
Yes, I know that the new Transformers movie is supposed to be a “realistic interpretation” of the original cartoon. And while it has garnered praises from fans of the original series as well as movie critics, toy geeks like me have to deal with this crap:
A Transformers toy that doesn’t transform. Let me walk through this one. You made a movie about toy robots that transform into vehicles, but your toy based off of that movie doesn’t transform. That’s like George Lucas making Jedi action figures, but instead of light sabers, they get baseball bats or panini sandwiches. You’re missing the point, Hasbro. The best part of playing with Transformer toys was the transforming part. As a kid, I could really care less about what the toy looked like as a robot or if it turned into a tape recorder. It was that intermediate phase where you’d try to see how fast you could twist and tuck the pieces away without looking at the instructions or breaking off one of the limbs; that was the fun part! Why didn’t you make a blue and red big rig truck and call it Optimus Prime while you’re at it? In Hasbro’s defense they do make a “premium” line of toys for the new movie that transform, but they cost twice as much, and still kind of sucks.
Did anyone attempt to see the meteor shower last night? I rode the bike (still need a name for the new bike) out to the beach and stared at the orangeish sky. There were no shooting stars to be seen so I rode home. City lights suck.
Tired of Sudoku but not quite ready step up to the big boy leagues of crossword puzzles? Try Picross! Simple enough for four year olds yet complex enough for seven year olds! Keeps your elderly distracted during their humiliating, yet necessary, towel baths! Damn you grandma, that’s what the bed pan is for! Basically, it’s nonograms for your DS. Que the sound of a 1000 browsers going to wikipedia.
…are simply put: amazing. Alice and I went to see them at the El Ray Theater in Beverly Hills last week. The lady on bass is so fast it’s scary to watch. But the real surprise came from one the opening band The Little Ones. The beats were catchy and the lyrics weren’t too bad. Their bass guitarist is kind of dorky but really energetic and fun to watch. I picked up their EP they were selling at the show, Sing Songs. The standout tracks are "Face the Facts" and "Lovers who Uncover". Not too bad for $7.
If you’re ever driving along the 101 around King City (why the hell would anyone be doing that?) you should take an hour detour to Arroyo Seco River. There’s this great hike that’s part swimming and part hopping over boulders. There are these great sections of carved out lagoons with 50 foot rock faces and swims through canyons so narrow that you can touch both sides. The whole thing took us about 7 hours with periodic breaks for food and shade. I recommend bringing a dry bag and some water shoes for the mixed conditions.
On a side note, King City sounds like a rad place for a rock venue, roller derby team, or strip club. Unfortunately all I found was a Motel 6 and a Taco Bell.
Me: I just downloaded a rom of Bad Dudes, was the premise for this game always this awful?
Sherman: I don't remember, but I liked the game. I just remember charging my punch then… BAM!
Me: "The President has been kidnapped by ninjas Are you a bad enough dude to rescue the President?" WTF is that?
Sherman: haha. Bad Dudes rocks. I don't think I was a bad enough dude to save the president though.
Me: I was bad enough, but my mom didn't let me have any quarters so I didn’t beat it either.
when I my new copy of hamburger eyes in the mail. Hamburger Eyes is a cool little photozine published in the bay area. I bought a subscription a while ago and the last issue I recieved was over a year ago. I was pretty sure they had folded or simply bolted with the dough. But then...
They’re bringing American Gladiators back. Lemme repeat that for poignancy, they’re bringing American Gladiators back. I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing. I do have fond memories recreating the Eliminator during lunch on the playground. And to this day, I secretly want a tennis ball launching cannon mounted on the back of my truck. However, like most retro revivals, the new one never quite lives up to the nostalgia. Anyways, here are a few ideas that might set the new show apart from the old one:
I love your personalized adidas track suit. Where did you get it? Nordies? Well, no matter, I would like to offer you a trade. In exchange for one of your personalized F. Castro track jacket, and I know you probably have like three, I will offer you my Westpoint Military Academy PE shirt that I stole from my big brother or my copy of Spawn #1 signed by Todd McFarlane himself. Choose wisely, I eagerly await your response.
P.S. What’s up with that communism thing?
Lokesh Dhakar has this very good infographic on coffee drinks in their various forms. On Saturday, I had drank a Redline. I'm not sure why I did it, maybe it was because it had been a long day; maybe it was because my judgement was already impared by lack of sleep from the night before. Anyways, that stuff is bad news. The whole night I had cold sweats, LS, felt like barfing, and didn't fall asleep till about four in the morning.
1. Stars - Reunion (Jason Collett) (3:54)
2. Little Ones - Lovers Who Uncover (4:13)
3. Little Ones - Face The Facts (3:20)
4. Limbeck - Keeping Busy (2:18)
5. Limbeck - Let's Get Crazy (2:51)
6. The Format - She Doesn't Get It (3:53)
7. The Format - Snails (4:11)
8. Rilo Kiley - Silver Lining (3:36)
Tonight and every Wednesday night, a group of cyclists hit the street of Long Beach for a 15-20 mile ride. Come join them. 9pm at the In-N-Out on PCH & 2nd Street.
The rule is, anytime you get 2 or more bored guys together a game will materialize. Call it pack theory, machismo, or whatever, this is a certifiable rule. But you're probably saying, "Terry, me and my guy friends don't do that." Well congrats, you guys lead an exciting life full of nonstop action or you've already lost your man cards (see married).
So the other day, Sherman and I were sitting around a pool being bored with a cooler full of soda and beer cans. We started talking about submarine movies and then bam: U-571. One man is the submarine and has to swim from end to end while the other guy hucks depth charges (full unopened soda can) at him. You can come up for air at your own risk, the game ends when sub makes it to the other side or gets hit. Bonus points if you knock someone unconscious or refer to your penis as a periscope.