Wednesday, January 31, 2018

january thirty-first

Five for January 31st:

Under the weather. Feel like crap today. A small cough turned into a large cough that turned into full-blown aches, chills, and other nastiness. Heavily medicated and powering through at least some of the workday. I just hope my kids don’t get whatever it is.

The van. Started making some more weird noises a couple days ago. Back in the shop today for what will hopefully be a quick, free fix.

What I watched instead of SOTU. Five episodes of The Good Place, Homeless Highway to Hell video, a bunch of Thrasher IG clips, The Adventures of Puss in Boots.

Cool stuff. Work space heater, Burt’s Bees honey throat drops, new nude bowl footage, plans to finish up the Performer with Greg, morning drive with George.

Quote of the day. “When you are the President of the United States and under investigation for colluding with Russia, what better way to say ‘no collusion! No obstruction!’ than to stop another Russia sanctions deadline that both chambers of congress overwhelmingly voted for.” -Adam Parkhomenko

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

january thirtieth

Five for January 30th:

Date night. Took Janey out for 25-cent ice cream cones at Lion’s Choice after dinner- a date we’d had planned since before I left for Anaheim. Great time with my best girl.

February. The worst month of the year is almost here. Just have to power through to March where a weeklong trip to Florida, switch to daylight savings, the first day of spring, and the start of riding season await.

Camacho would be proud. In case you had any doubt that this country has indeed achieved peak Idiocracy.

Cool stuff. Mint Medley tea, FBM Steady Rollin’, George’s puppet show, Van Homan Day in the Life, lunch hour curb session, John Buultjens interview, sea salt RX bar.

Tuesday soundtrack. Hermano, Tygers of Pan Tang, Psychedelic Furs, Minutemen, Revocation, The Wipers, Sodom, Fugazi, Dio, Hellacopters, Ministry.

Monday, January 29, 2018

january twenty-ninth

Five for January 29th:

Tradeshow days. Fun time this year. New booth, new location, and beautiful weather. Highlights included snapping pics with Nicko McBrain and Doyle, hanging out with Liane, burrito night with the usual crew, Hawaiian chocolates from Rob and Anju, Gregg Bissonette/ Jerry Gaskill booth demo, and a bunch more I’m forgetting. That said; it's good to be home.

Traveling in style. Somehow I snaked front-row seats on the connecting flights to and from Vegas, and was also picked up yesterday from my hotel by a Black Car LA Cadillac with a full-on chauffeur for the drive to Burbank airport rather than the expected Super Shuttle van.

Skate spot. Brian and I discovered a totally sweet and totally slideable curb right across from the office last week. I don’t know how this was just now noticed, but quick lunchtime sessions have officially been redefined.

Cool stuff. Morning with the kids, We Are Ride On video, Goat Pen DIY, Hidden Valley is staying open, Iron Maiden Christmas card from the silver fox, Kentville strike patch, airport charging stations/free wi-fi, Ranchito with Tom and Brian.

Staying healthy. With a combination of daily doses of Emergen-C, regular slatherings of hand sanitizer, continuation of my normal whole foods diet and some good luck I made it through the hundred-thousand deep, flu-ridden cesspool of Winter NAMM unscathed.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

january twenty-third

Five for January 23rd:

The van. Things went from worse (diagnosis: it’s a lost cause, get a new car) to bad (diagnosis: the engine needs to be replaced, not sure if it’s going to be covered) to good (diagnosis: actually, the problem is the timing belt broke and it’s covered under your powertrain warranty) in the span of two days. I’ll take it.

Ditch attack. Had a good lunch break session at 170 ditch with Brian yesterday, despite the high winds and absurd amounts of goose poop.

Tuesday soundtrack. Kadavar, Corrosion of Conformity, Earth, High On Fire, Monolord, Mountain Witch, Graveyard, Enforcer, Ramones.

Cool stuff. Jane’s Manatee art, chicken curry with cauliflower rice, “A” boarding group from Vegas to Burbank, travel RX bars (thanks Lisa), St. Losers Comb Send Help section premier.

SoCal/Weekend Action. While much of the next five days will be spent in airports and convention centers, there’s still plenty of fun on the horizon. Loose plans include some rock shows and after parties, drinks with old SLM crew at Oasis, hangouts with California friends, facetiming with the goobs and enjoying the palm trees and 70-degree weather. Seeya Monday.

Monday, January 22, 2018

january twenty-second

Five for January 22nd:

NAMM week. Heading out to the OC on Wednesday with Brian for the music industry tradeshow. Always nice to get out of town for a few days, see a bunch of people I only see once a year, and check out all the new gear.

Get rad. Two days of amazing weekend weather allowed for a couple of flatland rides in the lot and a skate session with Andy and some of the Old Man Cartel crew at Ramp Riders.

Where’s Jane? Oh just out on the deck wearing a swimsuit and mermaid tail in the middle of January taking a nap in a zebra-print dog bed. Keep in mind, a few days ago it was literally zero degrees outside.

Cool stuff. Georgie on the mend, Formula Fours revisited, lunch break slappies (weather permitting), six boxes of free Goldfish, Andy skating 1995 and 96, John Buultjens Session 43, Vice Lee Ralph interview.

Quote of the day. “The president who was spanked with a copy of Forbes by the porn star with whom he had adulterous, unprotected sex four months after his third wife gave birth now wants to allow “Christian” doctors and nurses to deny healthcare to LGBT people because they disapprove of that lifestyle.” -Richard Hine

Friday, January 19, 2018

january nineteenth

Five for January 19th:

Last night. The front brake brigade was out in full force at Ramp Riders. Got in a few tricks, some good laughs, some bloodied hands, and ultimately shut the place down.

Always something. The van is in the shop for a pretty gnarly engine rattle that started a few days ago. Here’s hoping it’s not going to cost an arm and a leg to repair.

Quote of the day. “Let he who hasn’t raw-dogged a porn star just after the birth of his fifth child with his third wife cast the first stone.” -Jesus

Cool stuff. Ranchito coffee, NAMM night plans, payday, got a bid on the Misfits Medicoms, $20 cash spiff.

Weekend action. Mild weather and plenty of sun in the forecast. Plans include riding flat at the Lot, potential skate session, Women’s March with Lisa and the kids, running a few pre-California errands, and getting the new fire pit lit up for the first time.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

january eighteenth

Five for January 18th:

NAMM. We have a completely new booth, and are in a much cooler location than in previous years- right across from Remo, Ludwig, Zildjian, Sabian and a bunch of other percussion lines. If you’re in Anaheim next weekend, come say hey.

Ramp Riders. BMX session with Greg tonight after the kids go to bed. It’ll be fun to give the Team Sport a proper plywood workout.

January heat wave. In the forties and fifties with plenty of sunshine over the next week. Beyond ready to get some outdoor action for the first time in a month.

Cool stuff. Packing light, morning trains with George, junior RX Bars, afternoon roll-around, Twenty Inch Video Magazine.

Quote of the day. "Somehow the president's body mass index seems to be overshadowing allegations that he once paid off a porn star to keep mum about their affair.” -Nick Confessore

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

january seventeenth

Five for January 17th:

Thrill seeker. Somehow, it’s become a nightly ritual to watch a POV rollercoaster video or two on my phone with Jane before bed. I told her we’d go to Six Flags this summer to ride the Mine Train. It’s been a couple of years since she conquered Fire in the Hole at Silver Dollar City, so she’s stoked.

Grosso’s Loveletters. Been way too long since a new episode hit the YouTubes. Hopefully they didn’t close the book on that show, as it was consistently one of the best things on the internet.

How to draw the perfect line. Ban This Caballero is now on preorder- my favorite board of all time, and the only deck I am going to buy this year. In fact I may just sell everything else I own and ride this for the rest of my adult life.

Cool stuff. Sleeping in, Agent Orange at Fubar in August, going to crack 20 degrees today, the girther movement, Derek Smalls “Smalls Change” solo album, pot of Sumatra.

Crisis averted. "The assessment (Trump) took includes asking a patient to name several animals, draw a clock with the hands at a certain time, copy a cube and recall a short list of words."

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

january sixteenth

Five for January 16th:

Sub-zero wins. If you’re a fan of it being degrees outdoors- especially those of a “positive” nature- today is not your day.

Quote of the day. “I’m going to go out a limb and say this office has the most Judas Priest knowledge of any office in St. Louis.” -Seth

Florida. Weeklong March trip to visit Roger, swim in the Lanai, hunt lizards and hit the beach is officially booked. Some hot sand is sounding pretty awesome right about now.

Cool stuff. Breakfast with George, pipes didn’t freeze, new Freestyler hoodie, leftover pecan-encrusted salmon, put some G-Bones on the McGill, Whole Foods delivery.

Tuesday soundtrack. Elder, Hot Lunch, Big Drill Car, Nazareth, Mondo Generator, Danko Jones, Converge, Municipal Waste, Dead Moon, Molly Hatchet.

Monday, January 15, 2018

january fifteenth

Five for January 15th:

Snowfall. Got a nice dusting of powder last night- just enough to make a potential sledding/snowboard trip to the park with the goobs a reality this evening, just little enough to not really make the roads a bummer.

Ramp Riders. Fun rain check skate session with Andy on Friday night, plans for some BMX action with Greg on deck for Thursday evening.

Deck the walls. Unearthed some OG Quiksilver Lance Mountain and Powell Ban This posters. Now to find some frames for them.

Cool stuff. Lisa’s homemade snickerdoodle cashew butter, found my Medicom Misfits figures (now to sell them), Heights membership (nearly) finalized, HB Tuesday Crew Instagram, Haro ’82-’87 Vintage Series forks.

The Lowest White Man. Trumpism is a religion founded on patriarchy and white supremacy. It is the belief that even the least qualified man is a better choice than the most qualified woman and a belief that the most vile, anti-intellectual, scandal-plagued simpleton of a white man is sufficient to follow in the presidential footsteps of the best educated, most eloquent, most affable black man.

Friday, January 12, 2018

january twelfth

Five for January 12th:

Quote of the day. "You know what a real shithole country is? How about a place that despite being the richest country in the world doesn't provide universal health care; who gives $1.5 trillion to the wealthy and big corporations while trying to dismantle social programs that help the most vulnerable; refuses to take meaningful action on climate change; allows people of color to be murdered with impunity by the police; would break up families in senseless deportations of immigrants; has horrific mass shootings regularly and doesn't even try to prevent them with gun control legislation; and would elect a racist, incompetent, ignorant, and morally reprehensible person as our president. Have you guessed it yet?” -JP Schlegelmilch

It’s the little things. For some reason, just hearing Korva Coleman say "shithole" on the radio this morning brought me great joy.

Rain check. We passed on skating last night due to the wintry mix that started accumulating at pretty much the exact time we’d planned to leave. Luckily it ended up being barely anything.

Cool stuff. Roasted red pepper egg white bites, 2019 bashguard Masters coming to fruition, set the Lee Ralph back up, Freestylin’ compendium book revisited, pollo yucatan.

Weekend action. Another cold one coming up. Rescheduled skate session at Ramp Riders tonight, some swimming at the Heights, possibly hitting the January toy show, helping out at mom’s, whatever else trickles along.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

january eleventh

Five for January 11th:

Fast Eddie Clarke. Sad day. The book is now completely closed on Motorhead, with the last standing member of the classic lineup having departed this mortal coil. Rock in peace.

Last night. Plans to kick it with Greg were reinstated and we made some good progress on getting my ’94 GT Vertigo pieced back together. Rad times as always.

Greitens sucks. If you're shocked that a garbage human who has made no secret his desire to lord control over women's bodies and lives did something to lord control over a woman's body and life, you shouldn't be.

Cool stuff. Hitting Ramp Riders for a skate session with Andy this evening (weather permitting), work fruit restock, desk disinfecting, two weeks til’ SoCal, Burt's Bees honey lozenges.

Bottom falls out. From sixty degrees this morning to sixteen degrees tonight. Welcome to St. Louis weather.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

january tenth

Five for January 10th:

Clifton Park. The parks department took it upon themselves to cut down the beautiful old twisty tree at the top of the stairs that I used to climb on with Jane. Thanks a lot, assholes. Between that and making sure the park rangers are dutifully stopping people from ice skating on the pond on picturesque winter days, you’re doing a real bang-up job bumming out happy children. Congrats.

Shopping spree. Picked up a nice new pair of Pumas, a Maui & Sons long-sleeve tee shirt, and a (unbelievably) shitty plug & play 200-game 8-bit mini system with a Marshall’s gift card that had been burning a hole in my pocket.

Tonight. Plans to hang out with Greg and finish building up the Performer have been postponed due to- you guessed it- illness. It’s getting everybody.

Cool stuff. Chrome Ball Incident Grant Brittain interview, 2018 Haro Vintage series frame sets, salmon salad, Ryan Nyquist Returns to The Unit, minty box of new business cards for NAMM.

Slappy hour. Possible lunchtime slaps at the Schnucks curbs today if it dries up enough. Going to be near 60 today- have to take advantage before the temperatures plummet again.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

january ninth

Five for January 9th:

Back to reality, please. I realize that at this point, anything but Trump sounds fantastic- but how is anyone sitting here with a straight face making the case for an Oprah Winfrey presidency? Yes, she's intelligent, accomplished, articulate, and well-liked, but those qualities do not a president make. I don't know much, but I think at this point it's relatively clear that the position of US President is one that needs to be handled by someone with a background in political and policy-making experience, not jumped into by another celebrity. It's time to get back to taking this stuff seriously.

Spring Skateone catalog. Check it here. Highlights include the red-stained Ban This Caballero (the only board I will buy this year), Mike V Elephant, the new pro series flight deck lineup, new Per Welinder shirts, and a ton of other radness.

Hidden Valley. Loose plans for a snowboarding trip with Lisa were made a couple of weeks ago and have yet to materialize- but we need to make it happen.

Cool stuff. Shoebox: Kevin Martin photo gallery, The Rise of BMX Freestyle - Volume 2 on order, Eben Krackau Podcast, Tomcat mouse bait, hitting Vernon’s with Brian, Paddy Gross – Four Pegs, Two Brakes, One Attitude video, free coffee and apples at work.

Tuesday soundtrack. Armored Saint, Tad, The Tubes, Helloween, Them Crooked Vultures, Samhain, Black Flag, Graveyard, ASG, Kylesa, Dokken.

Monday, January 8, 2018

january eighth

Five for January 8th:

Recovery. Jane still has a bit of a lingering cough, but finally everyone in the house is on the mend after a miserable week where we were all, with varying degrees of severity, down for the count at some point.

The Heights. Looks like we’re springing for a membership. Ultimately it’ll be a lot cheaper than paying per-visit, with the decision made exponentially simpler by the fact that it’s month-to-month and there’s no time commitment.

Weekend radness. Got in a quick skate stop at the Teamster banks between errands and a couple of good flatland rides at the lot while the kiddos napped. Felt great to just be outdoors after two weeks of inactivity.

Cool stuff. NOS Hammers fit perfectly, fully stocked on groceries, 57 degrees on Wednesday, busting out the firepit, steam-rooming.

Quote of the day. “The president actually had a press conference to deny being stupid.” -David Frum

Friday, January 5, 2018

january fifth

Five for January 5th:

Sweet dreams. I was sick and laid out in bed for most of the day yesterday. At some point, while drifting in and out of sleep/fever psychosis, I had a very realistic and convincing dream that Donald Trump was being forcibly removed from office via military coup and I was watching the whole thing unfold live on TV. It took me several confused minutes to put together that I had dreamt the whole thing.

For real department. There’s a whole generation of kids today that probably don’t know Michael Jackson for anything other than that “eating popcorn” gif.

Juxtaposition. George’s bedroom heats up like a blast furnace, Jane’s is so cold we have a designated space heater just to take the chill out of the air.

Cool stuff. The calming corner, Silver Ballroom t-shirt from Rick, regaining some semblance of an appetite, Powell Mike V Elephant reissues for the Public Domain 30th anniversary.

Weekend action. Playing this one by ear, being that half the family either currently is or has been sick. This weekend marks the end of this elongated and miserable freezing spell, so anything on top of that is just icing on the cake.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

january third

Five for January 3rd:

Another visit from the tooth fairy. My little girl is one dollar richer this morning after losing her second wiggly bottom tooth yesterday.

Up and running. After three days of non-functionality, the frozen water line to our dishwasher finally thawed yesterday. Ah, the joys of owning a century-old home.

Quote of the day. "To call it juvenile would be an insult to children for what he did tonight." -Retired Adm. John Kirby

Cool stuff. Metal Injection Hell Night article, Dear F*cking Lunatic: An open letter to Donald Trump, Haro Lineage Bashguard models (supposedly) coming in 2019, Jasmine tea to-go.

Clifton Park. Just as unbelievably scenic in the dead of winter is at is any other time of year. Our neighborhood is a total south city gem.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

january second

Five for January 2nd:

Crappy new year. 2018 is starting off in style. Sick kid, frozen water line to our dishwasher that won’t thaw out, I overslept this morning and barely made it in time, and in a couple of hours I get to leave work to get a few novocaine shots to the gums to get a filling fixed. Stellar.

Subarctic. It’s too cold. Insanely cold. That said, it made for a nice Norman Rockwell-esque scene at Clifton Park Lake last night. This upcoming above-freezing Saturday is going to feel like summer.

Whole 30. Doing a new one for January, even though the Whole 30 diet is essentially what I do all the time anyway. That said I’m excited to do a legit one and re-set for the new year.

Cool stuff. To-go coffee cups, NOS Hammer 2’z shinguards, new business cards, June beach vacation plans, freshly-stickered yearly planner, three weeks til’ Cali.

Tuesday soundtrack. Kreator, AC/DC, The Damned, Diamond Head, Grand Funk Railroad, Dead Kennedys, Hawkwind, the Stooges.