Monday, December 28, 2009

Young Beard

I marvel at how some other folks beards are so thick compared to my own, but when I look at this picture of my beard at the young age of two months it makes me wonder if maybe it's a young or perhaps trimmed (ie vain) beard thing.

Forecast First

I was just going through some old videos of mine on YouTube and found this riot from 2007!! This is actually a joke I made for my friend Justin. In the scene where I am was originally him and his kid. LOL!

I was fooling around in the backyard one day and found that humungo fork in the dirt. I almost threw it away but knew I'd find a use for it someday! I sure did!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Neighbors


Saturday, November 14, 2009

This Will Help

battle my cold

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I love you Mattox Buttox!

My heart is heavy as shit right now. We lost one of our best and oldest friends a few days ago, Matt Aegerter. Tomorrow myself and a bunch of other folks will make the trek to Alaska to celebrate him and how much of a fun bad ass he was.

Matt taught me how to rock! My first band featured him on lead with 1996's The Gore Daughters. We ruled the armory!

I was lucky enough to see him during our August trip to Ketchikan and reconnect, and then see him again a couple of weeks ago when he was in town. It had been many years since we lived together at the Albina house, but he was the same old Matt- just fucking nice as hell. One of the nicest! With a hot streak of mellow and a hot streak of wild.

When something like this happens I guess it's normal to think back and remember and wonder and laugh and cry. I have about 200,000 Matt stories but one thing that that stands out (besides half mast on naked day!) is just how dumbfounded I was when I met him- he was unlike anyone else I had ever met in the sense that he completely did not give a shit about impressing you or not impressing you. Of course, that boils down to someone just being themselves. A great example would be my youth spent ashamed of (and believing it was right to be so!) the times I spent below the park bridge or behind the old growth pleasuring myself. Within an hour of meeting Matt we had a rap off on the street corner, he taught me how to do a shove it, then he said he'd be right back... he was horny and needed to take care of it. A funny story but in there lies inner strength. He taught me by example.

This video is a song of Matt's that we recorded in April 1997 at his Cedar Street house by the state building. The song is great, but I'm not sure if it's as good as the other song we recorded that night- 'The Story of Grandpa Bill's Dong'.
For more greatness on Matt check out our friend Chandra's blog

I'm gonna miss you Buddy! Thanks for the good times!

Friday, October 30, 2009


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Opening Night!

Blazers stomp Houston

Niki's Birthday Present!

Saturday, October 24, 2009



Friday, October 23, 2009

University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point College and My Beard

Gina was looking at all the exciting Facebook posts that have come up in the last few days and she saw this:

Our friend Jeannie was looking in Google Images for beard photos and naturally I came up in her search. I decided to see for myself and sure enough, there I was!:
But I noticed something funny. As I was looking through the 'photos of beards' someone had suspiciously similar hair to mine in a different beard photo! And a similar shirt! No one has my helmet hair that I know of! And my beard!? But here he was above the great Al Gore and to the upper left of the great Dave Letterman:

A closer look! LOL!!!

I finally made it into a university paper! Kind of anyway! By the way, Wisconsin-Stevens Point is where the great Terry Porter attended college!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

This is Not Me

I don't have that sweet of an ass! EDIT: it's been confirmed! That guy is Scrappers!

this is my ass

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


101 point word


Oh Yeah

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Monday, October 19, 2009

Quinault Lodge

Ruby Beach

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Lake Quinault Cabin Rock



The Most Sad Wretched Terrible Heartbreaking Day

As many of you might know, I believe one of the finer pleasures of life is going to the dump with a sweet load of garbage or toxic chemicals. I enjoy seeing the strange characters that inhabit this mysterious world and the unique treasures that lie spewed and orphaned amongst the wreckage. There's always a smattering of porn in the stinky hills of gold, as well as a thousand lost memories wrapped up in the broken lifeless and usually grungy toys. This time the dump was busier than usual and I was introduced to a new exciting refuse type. I'll call him 'broken down truck-what are you throwing away man'. The garbage employee told me to park next to the truck with it's hood up. After about 60 seconds broken down truck man strolled over and got in my personal space while perusing my load of junk! Then he tried to start a conversation! Luckily I was speechless with excitement from seeing someone broken down at the dump trying to scavenge the latest loot so I didn't have to talk to him. Another one of my favore characters at the dump is the old classic 'waste station employee.' whenever these guys have a free second they are poking around the latest cast off boxes and furniture looking for grandpa's war medals or jimmy's hidden college fund. That would be the best part of working at the dump! Think about what you could find! Well... On a sad note... yesterday was probably my last dump run for the foreseeable future. Boo hoo!!! We're all moved out now so unless I'm helping a buddy or something it might be awhile before I get to go back to that wondrous place.

A sweet load to drop off. Piled high and wrapped in twine! Joel said it seemed to be attached firmly!

This is a sweet shot of the endless loot! It's so much fun to huck junk to try and break other junk!

Look at that row of cars! Busy day at the dump!

Goodbye superman!

Superman's last flight. About a minute or so after he landed someone picked him up and examined him. Then threw him deep into the pile.