10/14/08

I LIED TO THE BLACK MAN

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REAL TALK EXPRESS ALL OVER YOUR BRAIN
GO BACK TO THE SHIP YOU NINNIES

BLIND DEAF DUMB

Im sick of hearing ignorant citizens of the US of A try to reason why they do not like Obama.

Lets not waste our time.

You do not like him because he is a BLACK MAN.


There are no links here because I am too ashamed to post any.

Completly ashamed.

Childeren are smarter than you.

Thats why FOX is all about "R U SMARTER THAN A..." so people can watch it on the T V.

10/11/08

MUTANT

During the early hrs of the day, while walking home I heard the sound of police vehicle megaphone somewhere in the distance behind me - then all of a sudden a small maelstrom touches base ...

Someone from the Black Label Bicycle Club rode past:

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Riding a 5 foot tall mutant bike, the guy was pedaling along side two police transport vans, giving the sign of the horns.
The cops in the boats were loving it and hanging out of the suicide doors, yelling.

A few days ago I witnessed part of this action in the hood...

These are heavy times, people.

10/8/08

BUGS ON THE BLOCK

Theres a cute little VW repair shop right near by.
Not pictured is a red convertible that makes spectral passes through the hood occationally.

I love Brooklyn!

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Dude was eating a burrito. I had to get a shot but tried to keep his lunch private.
Burrito time is important.

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9/19/08

THE PASSING OF GREATNESS

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First Jerry Wexler - the man behind the mega sound of Atlantic Records

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Then Norman Whitfield - the man who started as a session tamborinist to later give the psych sound to Motown.

Ill miss you guys....

9/12/08

SUB-ATOMIC MINDLESSNESS

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With all the supercollider talk floating around the watercooler, the bar, the park while tripping, the web, Im convinced this machine has been on for weeks and does NOTHING. Its just a bunch of practical effects - steam rushing from valves, washing machine "out of balance" indicators, and engineers in a control room with a happy grin and a rehearsed furrowed brow when the fecals supercollide into the "up and running" fan.

I mean - they could say anything.

Its not like ordering a pizza, "where should we go, PAPA JOHNS?, M&O Pizza on Broadway?, Elios frozen joints?...". When scientists need some proton shadows analyzed they can only go to one place - and the answer is always the one they want to hear.

"Yup. Everything looks just fine Dr. Bonn, that will be 2 million dollars please."

No just kidding - this thing is amazing to me.
Even more amazing is this related joke site.