Thursday, August 28, 2008

Clark and Michael



This is pretty much my new favorite website. If Arrested Development was a fav of yours then I think you will agree that Clark and Michael is definitely the best show not on TV. Blog entries, profiles, photo diaries, and best of all... EPISODES! Mostly of nothing much other than Clark Duke and Michael Cera doing nothing much of anything. But it is perfect.

I'm not gonna lie. I love Michael Cera. Not in a I want to teabag him sort of way. More of a I just really laugh every time I watch him speak kind of way. I don't know much about Clark yet but so far he is right up there with my viewing enjoyment of watching young akward actors playing young akward actors acting.

Check out thier website / blog whateveryoucallit and have a laugh.

Clark and Michael

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Radiohead at the Holywood Bowl


Seeing any show at the Hollywood Bowl is quite a thing. Outdoors with perfect sound and a cool evening breeze. Not to mention if you have good enough seats ( something we were fortunate enough to have) you can have someone bring you overpriced booze. And even better if you are more prepared you can bring a picnic basket with your own wine and treats to last you throughout the show.

I managed to sneak my sweet G9 digi cam into the show to grab some sneaky shots of the amazing light show that accompanied the bands talents. Something that I have to say that even if you are not much of a fan of Radiohead, the lights make it enjoyable none the less.

The opening band however was pure shite. Nothing more than a noise machine. Hell, I would have rather heard the Miami Sound Machine. They might as well have been called Cat in a trash can. Mainly because that is about what they sounded like.

As always shows at the Bowl are full of famous people. Here are some people who were sitting around us that we saw.
Link
Tim Roth
Michael C. Hall ( of Dexter and Six Feet Under)
Seth Green
Beck
and some super hot chick from some movie that I can't quite place.

I have to say that it was a great show. Even Stacey, who by the way is not incredibly into Radiohead, enjoyed the show. Here are some colorful pics of the night.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Backin Beckinsale's backside


Like many couples my wife and I started posing that question of the "free pass". Or to be more specific, what famous person would you fuck if you had the chance and I gave you my ok to do so? Well it didn't take me long to divulge my choice. Kate Beckinsale does it for me. Princess on the streets.. well, you know the rest. At least that is what she is like in my fantasy. I think my wife picked someone weird and hairy but I can't remember who. It kind of got me thinking... am I weird and hairy?

Regardless I think it is safe to say that I am not alone in my Iwouldfuckkatebeckinsaleinanewyorkminute sentiment.

I feel much better getting that off my chest.

iPod venderiffic!


I just found this out and thought it was so amazingly cool that I had to share. While traveling through JFK airport you might stumble upon this vending machine which conveniently sells iPods, PSP,s Airport Express and many other candied items for the electronic buff. It is all so Japan style it ain't even funny.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

UGGly boots



First off I have to be honest and up front in saying that in the early 90's I was a sponsored snowboarder with moderate fame. Secondly I have to be honest in saying that one of my sponsors that actually paid me for two years was unfortunately the one and only UGG Boot company. At the time it seemed like a not so bad situation as UGG boots were still a bit of a surf culture novelty. As I was a Canadian kid being associated to anything surf-ish was really cool so signing on with the Sheepskin footwear company was A-ok.

Fast forward to 2002. I am walking along some street in LA and I see some really hot girl wearing UGG boots, a denim mini skirt and a t shirt. First off I thought Holy shit! I would give a pinky toe to have a 1/2 hour with her right after she pounded three Margaritas and thought every word that came out of my mouth was the funniest and most clever things she had ever heard. And then I panned down to see what was wrapped around her feet. UGG boots?? Are you effin kidding me? Who in their right mind would think those are anything other than something to keep your feet from freezing after you get out of the chilly Pacific waters aprés surf? A fashion statement? Fuck me.

I somehow feel slightly responsible for this social blunder. And now I see lemmings of all shapes and sizes still wearing these things as if they are the coolest thing at Barny's. Is it just me or like all the Jesus freaks are these people just suffering from mass delusion? It just makes me want to say Ewe.

Needless to say even though the sheepskin trend is a fashion blunder, I gotta admit that if you throw a pair of these on a half naked goddess I seem to be like most males and simply shoose to ignore it and move on.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Your fish smells like pussy



Most would think that catching a fish in the middle of a city would be nasty nasty. not true! While on a trip to Calgary we went camping with the inlaws. upon reaching the end of the trip I stayed a little longer to do a little solomenté fly fishing with a friend. Hmmm, I guess this would make it anything but Solomenté right? One of my oldest and most favorite streams to fish in while back in the great white north is the Elbow River that happens to run straight through the middle of the city of Calgary. If someone ever told me that you could catch Browns the length of your arm in a river that has homeless sleeping next to it I would tell them they have been huffing glue.

Beachy beacherson


When you look at a redhead you tend not to think "man I bet he would look great at the beach". An instant visual of pasty pink flesh cooking in the California sun has the ability to make even the most strong of stomached people want to throw up in their mouth.

On that note I decided to go with the shot of my wife's sweet body glistening in the Malibu sun rather than my freckled hide. You can thank me later.