Crouchbot Might Have Sprung a Leak
Here’s to hoping that stain on his trousers is gin and not wee.
Also, who knew he learned to do the robot from Westgate? Too funny. [Via]
{ Monthly Archives }
October 2009
Why Huf Is at the Very Least a Minor Deity, Part 2
[More from the best shoe designer in the biz here]
Hifi/Hyphy: ‘Coca-Cola’
By Zevs. [Via]
Hifi/Hyphy: ‘Misery Machine’
Not sure who the artist is. [Via]
One of Many Reasons Why Skaters Shouldn’t Be Home-Schooled
The photo below was doctored up by a pro skater in his spare time with the caption, “Damn Sheckler, stop bogarting the bat!” Which actually isn’t a bad lesson to learn early on. Sharing is caring, right? Plus, the dude seems to have some a knack for paper craftsmanship. And he’s wearing socks indoors, which is extremely considerate. So actually, I take the headline back. A+ work!
Most Touching Story You Will Ever Read About a Pro Sports Ref
Pat Dapuzzo’s first-person account (as told to Chris Botta) of what he suffered through after being very, very seriously cut in the face (Dapuzzo can no longer smell or taste) while calling an NHL game is honestly the best thing I’ve read all week. Give it a go.
Sixth-Grader Gets 50-State Skate Tour in Name of Home Schooling
A New Hampshire kid, Logan Winkler, gets permission from the public school system to learn on the road while visiting local skate parks. Way to game the system, son (and pops).
The real education? Dad teaching him how to couch surf for months at a time. That skill could prove to be priceless for one so devoted to skating. (Oh, simmer down. Like Cuba Gooding’s brother Tee Pee in “Jerry Maguire”, I’m just keepin’ it ruhl.)
(Official site here.)
(In other news, I have no idea why I just referenced Jerry Maguire.)
Riley Hawk Not So Bad in His Own Right
Tony Hawk is 41. That’s more than old enough to have a 17-year-old son. Which Tony has. His name is Riley Hawk, and he’s an extremely decent skater in his own right. You can see Riley in the clip below, shot during a recent Birdhouse tour of the Northeast. Riley’s in the brown beanie, while his pops is the only nerd at the park wearing a helmet (fame and riches don’t come without a price, people).
File Under: Could Induce Seizures
Click the image anyway, though. It’s like Hello Kitty on 16-bit meth.
Newspapers Continue Downward Spirals and I’m Stealing Code
Table gakked from the Dallas Morning News (which explains that ugly black fill in the upper right):
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BTO Takes Care of Business
I don’t say this too often, if ever, but Boil the Ocean is one blog I simply just can’t get enough of these days. (Some serious self-loathing going on over here, no?) Either way, how you work this in to a skate video review, I have no idea. But they do, and it works. Amazing stuff over there. Witnesh:
Those who are products of the 1980s will recall “Transformers the Movie” as an emotional tour de force that involved entire planets being consumed by the pesky Unicron, with tears shed at Optimus Prime’s death but somehow no bullshit teenage romance, and a Weird Al song also. The film taught many truths about this human life (imparted by giant warlike robots no less) but the one that really hit me was when Soundwave, Starscream and the Constructicons had gathered after some time apart and were trying to chop it up over a few energon cubes like it was the old days … but their stilted conversation and uncomfortable silences said it all: times had changed and the Decepticons, like all of us, were holding too tightly to something that had long since transformed. Or maybe it was the world that had transformed around them? Or maybe Unicron ate everything. My memory is not what it used to be but I believe the movie won a thousand Oscars.