Thursday, November 19, 2015

So you think you can dance?

Been working on my Knuckle Puck technique lately.
Not quite at Keenan-quality, but I'm well on my way.
You'll know that I've nailed it when you see me on
the tele being arrested for hustling kids in local roller
hockey games. Stupid kids.


GRAND GREAT WALL
(subtext is just a picture of the Great Wall of China)

Phone Demeanor:
Almost felt attacked by the lady who answered the phone. Like, I don’t know if she’s been having a rough day or something, but don’t come at me with that shit. I’ve almost never heard someone so aggressively answer a phone. Other than that, pretty run-of-the-mill.
5/10

Waiting Game:
All I can say is: Holy Shit. Emphasis on the capital H and S. Clocking in at a hot 12 minutes flat, this is easily the  fastest delivery I have EVER had the pleasure of taking part in, and I know FOR A FACT these guys are at least 8 blocks away.  I had to run downstairs IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PHONE DELIVERY REVIEW to grab my shit from this bozo. SO fast. Jesus H. Christ.
10/10

Food:
Grand Great Wall has been knocking my Grand Great Dick (just a hyperbole. It’s super dinky) way back up into my torso all night. That shrimp eggroll was about as good as any other shrimp eggroll I’ve had, and maybe this is the beer talking, but this Beef in Curry Sauce is absolutely, and I mean almost gratuitously, CHOCK FULL O’ BEEF. I expected, at the very least, a very formidable amount of veggies, hence my ordering of the large. But good god was I wrong. I’ll just say this: anyone who WANTED a healthy amount of vegetable matter to go along with their protein intake today would have been severely disappointed. And this beef…bringing the heat. Spicy as all hell. Ok…just found goldmine of onions. An onionmine.
9/10

Overall: 8/10

Blown. Away.  These bitches really fucked up my radar. Had no idea they rocked so hard. They are a SOLID 8 blocks away from me and made it in record-fucking-breaking time. Food was bangin’/on point (and/or fleek). These bastards gently took my tits directly off of my body, and blew them away like dead leaves in the brisk autumn wind. Recommend. Wish I could give them a higher 8.




Friday, October 16, 2015

Comin' in hot with the Pimp Limp



SUM HING
Chinese Food to Take Out

**Special Review Section Alert** Name:
Phenomenal. Like one of those clever “Oh, let’s go to That Burger Place,” kinda names. Like a botched, Chinese-English version of ‘something.’ “Babe, what do you want tonight?” “Eh, let’s just get sum’hin good.” BOOM. Sum Hing. And then capping it off with a sub-sentence so expertly foreign, butchered like meat at a deli…played me like a fiddle. If I want cheap exotic food, I want it to be cooked by guys with a VERY basic grasp on the language of the land. Fucking nailed the part.
9/10

Phone Demeanor:
Right off the bat, this guy was all business, to the point, no bullshit. “Hello! Sum Hing. What do you want.” They say a little courtesy and pampering the customer goes a long way, but these guys know the game. They’re not trying to sell me something. I’m just trying to buy. That, or he just didn’t have much English. Regardless, ordering lasted about a minute. Solid.
8/10

The Waiting Game:
I’ve been sitting here for about 15 minutes. Waiting for that phonecall, because, again, don’t want to risk my lameass roommates talking to me.
And the eagle has landed! Shit’s here and all accounted for. Total time: probably 17 minutes, and they ran the phone gambit like a pro.
8/10

Food:
Pro tip: you always run the risk of getting Shanghaied with a shitload of veggies and not a lotta meat, so it’s always a good idea to Google Image search your dish before you order, just so you don’t get boned. I’m gonna pop on the Italian Job with Marky Mark while I chow on this Pork Lo Mein. Haven’t ever sat through the whole thing, and last time I watched it I ended up bumpin uglies with some babe (hey ;) you know who you are). Incidentally, weirdest situational bang-movie: Human Centipede.
Ok so the Shrimp Eggrolls or Shrimp Springrolls, or whatever they are, were off the charts, per ushe. Little skimpy on the shrimps, but they are simply marvelous. Love ‘em. AAAAND just as I suspected, a proverbial butt-load of veggies, ALL UP INSIDE my goddamn Pork Lo Mein. Not ruining the experience at all, however. Tastes great. * Side Note * Along with forks, has all of Eastern Asia just not discovered cheese? Nothing from that region seems to be cheese-based. [Backtracking 2 sentences] SPEAKING OF aforementioned ‘suspect’ things, that is the EXACT word I’d use to describe Mos Def’s acting abilities in this movie. And the mechanic guy. Marky Mark too a little bit. J Stath. Really this whole movie. I’ll give it 3.5/5 stars. This grub, however, gets a well deserved:
8/10

OVERALL: 8.25/10 (average score)

I’ve eaten here before; I’ll eat here again. I’m running out of room on this page. Recommend

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Common Drinks



GOOD TASTE CHINESE RESTAURANT
Szechuan * Hunan * Cantonese

Phone Demeanor:
Never been turned on by a real-life Asian girl, but the lady who answered my call took my order SUPER seductively. Soft voice, lots of breathy “ohh, ok, nice,” just strung me along and tickled my pickle the whole time. Closest I’ve come to a phone sex hotline. MORE IMPORTANTLY, this dame asked how I was before even diving into the business hole of things. The language barrier did impede a little bit, as expected with these sorts of interactions, but not a deal-breaker.
9/10

The Waiting Game:
Solid 35 minutes. Not great. Honestly started to suspect my lameass roommates of tomfoolery, possibly intercepting my meal for themselves, since, you know, I was wearing my BEATS BY DRE (#namedrop #sponsorship), and those shits cancel out noise like a muh. OH, also, big misstep; specifically asked lil Miss Phonesex to have Mr. Delivery Dickhead call my phone rather than ring the bell. That way I don’t run the risk of my aforementioned lameass roommates having to answer the call and end up interacting with me. She took the request like a pro, and he did not ring my phone. Straight to the doorbell. Someone fucked up and it wasn’t me.
3/10

Food:
Just ate the Roast Pork Eggroll and decided to write a review, so I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that that was pretty fucking good. So are the Shrimp Eggrolls. To be honest, a little dipping sauce to accompany both of these would have been phenomenal (I tend to be a pretty avid sauce-man). I think I got Beef Chow Mein or some shit. Wasn’t SUPER good, considering they dropped about a half and onion into it (literally, it 2 full pieces of a quartered onion. Savage maneuver, if I do say so myself), but it’s not the worst Chinese dish I’ve ever eaten. I’m gonna go ahead and pop a quick 6 on this one and get on with my life.
6/10

OVERALL: 6/10 (averaged score)

Bottom line: I’ll go ahead and recommend this restaurant. First impressions are a big thing, and after being suckered in with the sexy phone lady, Good Taste came to bat with those fucking eggrolls. Couple lapses in the middle kept them from performing to the utmost I know a restaurant can perform, but I won’t hold it against them.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Sim Simma! Who got the keys to my Beama

Just a little preview of this next tale in botched hedonism with

THE ADVENTURES OF SPACEHOLE
AND THE WORST SPACE-DRUG DEALER IN THE GALAXY





Don't you worry your stupid little head, you idiot,
there's gonna be words and shit to accompany
these stunning illustrations. Clue you mutants in
on the story.


Friday, August 7, 2015

Give me a Double Rum and Coke, hold the Coke.

Did some shit for those magnificent bastards over at Fan Bros
Pay them a visit. Or don't. You and I aren't friends anyway.



You suck.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Get the funk out of my face

I spilt some tequila on my keyboard. Now I have to actually concentrate
to push the spacebar. So i tried to fix it by myself. I think I made it worse.

Here's someconcept crap I'm doing for something.


Heard your mom smokes Pall Mall cigs.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

HOORAY!!

I've been plowing through A LOT of hot dogs lately. Far more than
any person should. You know what they say, though, Dog Life Don't Stop.
Word on the street is that someone (it's my brother) is trying to rewrite human
history by pushing 100 dogs down his gullet in a single summer. Impossible?
Unhealthy? Morally wrong? Oh hey there, Osama, I didn't see you come in.
Nor did I see your name on the guest list. Have a hotdog your way out.




And here's a couple old things
that I don't know if I've put up





Yeah, or like Judge Dredd

I AM THE LAW

...more like...John Bedouchey,                                              George Clooney
right, ladies? LAUGH GOD DAMN IT                                                                        


Here's a couple turds I shat out for the

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Learning. Innovation. Advancement. MERCK PHARMACY AFFAIRS

Does it bother anyone else that the Beast in 1991's Beauty and the Beast
was like 10 when he was cursed for not letting a hideous old woman,
who also happens to be a complete stranger, into his [probably parents']
castle? I don't mean to cheapen the message of the movie, but, isn't
scolding, nay, laying one's fury down for that action, I don't
know, the exact fucking opposite of what to teach our kids to do?

Check, Disney (chess term, idiots). Your move.


Anyway, suck on this for a little. try not to hurt yourself, pussy.





And now that story's done.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Hey, did your mom pack your diapers?

Really, though, did she? I'm all out.
Also, you'll probably shit your pants
once i finish this thing.
(It's a thing I'm working on right now.)

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Leonard Bernstein: Gangster at Large (and also he's dead)

Leonard Bernstein is a Harvard graduate, musical genius, and fucking baller.

Through his 1973 lecture series, Leonard Bernstein At Harvard: The Unanswered Question, we learn a lot about his goddamn views on life. This grey-haired sexual maven gets all the girls' panties wet with his insufferable charm, itchy nose, and piano-based talent. What comes out of the blue, really, is his scientific curiosity. Sure, a musical bastard like himself would be itching to find the beginnings of music (and sure enough, he may or may not have done just that), but the thing that cements his connection to the rest of the world with his proposed "musical linguistics". He bridges the gap between music and speech with a simple, universal idea.

He muses, "does it matter; the world totters, governments crumble, and we are pouring over musical phonology (and, now, syntax)…isn't it a flagrant case of elitism?" poking fun at the pampered, cordoned-off, Harvard education. That sly smile. A shitty grin after blowing our tits off with a simple chromatic improvisation. He knows he's better than all those stupid kids (holy shit I'm older than all college athletes). "I as a musician feel that there has to be a way of speaking about music with intelligent but non-professional music lovers who don't know a stretto from a diminished fifth" [canned laughter] go fuck yourself, Bernstein, you cocky little shit.


This image is technically owned by Rockstar Games, i think. I claim little to no rights
in the creative birthing of this image, concept, character, or theme into the world. None.
I didn't draw it out in my sketchbook and then flesh it out in a full digital painting based
around the themes and aesthetic influence of Rockstar's GTA 5. It's theirs.

He dives deep into, what I like to call, the decimal pit: sure, it's easy to count from 1 to 2, but what goes unseen is the first decimal place after 1, being 1.1 through 1.9. Before even that, unseen is the invisible, smaller decimal, 1.01 through 1.09. And, before that, 1.001through 1.009, yadda yadda yadda, I'm pretty drunk. THE MAIN POINT IS that if you count from 1 to 2 without counting what's inbefuckingtween, you miss a literal infinity of numbers and opportunities in such a harsh generalization, and still maintain efficiency. BUT, if you dive into that damned terrible, terrible decimal pit, you will never make it out alive, going deeper and deeper until you can't reach the number 2 at all, BUT end up discovering that there are an infinite number of fantastic and endless opportunities between this step and the next. There will always be another set of 9 more divisions between you and the next number you want to reach.

Mr. Bernstein fearlessly jumps, headlong, into this pit of despair and agony and gnashing of teeth (the Bible likes that right? How does one gnash their teeth?) and comes out unscathed. He tries to understand our individual and collective voices, tapping into anthropology, biology, psychology, biological psychology, wumbology, and his general vast sense of the world (and like 45 fucking languages) in and attempt to break down the walls that have been built, to find out where it all comes from. Shit, I get weirded out when I was the word "duck" too many times and it starts to lose its meaning, becoming some bizarre sound. You ever get that feeling? This fucking guy, however, admits to spending entire nights in the mind of a caveman, making gutteral noises and filling notebooks with scribbles of primal thoughts and idea, only to happen on the origins of language and human communication, be-it something scientific or semi-biblical. He runs the risk of looking behind the curtain and finding out that nobody can actually speak, that we all just sort of make noises and hope for the best. Not that he gives a shit. He just wants to see for himself. It's as if, by coincidence alone, cameras were placed in front of him for the lecture (and good God, does he eye-fuck the hell out of that camera. Makes, and I repeat, ALL the girls' panties wet, what with his endless knowledge AND that piercing sex-gaze he plants firmly in the viewers' collective loins.).

What a lunatic. Seriously, what kind of madman does it take to do this sort of thing?? Progress is halted by the sane and reasonable, and Leonard Bernstein, admitted maniac (basically), is nothing BUT progress. I bet if he had come out of said experiment having lost all ability to convey a message through words and had to flail his limbs and pound a piano to get his point across like a blunt-force head-trauma victim, he'd STILL have considered it all a raging success.

Look, idiots, I won't pretend to be a genius. Hell, I won't even claim to be smarter than all of you guys. But Leonard Bernstein, self-satisfied shit that he is, has blown my proverbial AND literal tits off (i'm a boy now) with his fucking lecture series and enlightened me. Takes everything I know and breaks it into tiny little lego pieces, and then he builds it back up BETTER THAN IT WAS BEFORE.

He is an absolute delight to listen to. Like a human-Jeff Goldblum.

Also shoutout to all the pear.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

DeNir-OHHHHHH!!!!

Sup, punk?

Here's the full step-by-step process of
how I build these masterpieces:


Step 1: meet viewer's mom


Step 2: take viewer's mom out for a nice lobster dinner

Step 3: never call viewer's mom again


Still not digging the color correction this site does on pictures.
Shoutout to Sebastian "Sea Bass" Kruger on the eyes trick.




Step 4: split back to the shack where
I got my other chick at.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Annual *SKATE* Board Meeting


Don't forget to eat your SlimJims, all you pussies and pansies.
 
Proposed title:
THE ADVENTURES OF SPACEHOLE
AND THAT TIME HE GOT SHIT-HOUSED
AND WALKED HOME FROM THE BAR.


$$ James Arthur Crumly, Sean Monaghan collaboration $$

Mixed media 

OH SHIT WATCH OUT for my
fire flames process work!!!




 

Detail, bitch.