Himalountain

Ok, so bear with me for a minute here. I made a Ferris Beuller’s Day Off image the other day. And it is (in my opinion) pretty awesome and something I would proudly wear on my shirt.

But what if… what if I took Cameron, and placed him not in front of Sunday in the Park, but other iconic paintings? Would it be anything more than another Ironic T-Shirt? I have nothing against irony in my clothing, in fact, I usually like a heavy dose of it. But it seems that, if I’m to do this, it needs to be something beyond ironic. So I need help. Is this just a terrible idea? One that shouldn’t see the light of day, but for whatever reason my brain has latched on to and won’t let go?

I’m not trying to make a statement or anything (how could I?), but think about it… for all the focus on Ferris, Cameron is obviously the more complex, tortured character. Trampled upon by everyone, including his best friend, marginalized by his father, drifting, aimless… I always thought that once you got past the ha-ha appeal (and awesome racing/jumping scene) of Ferris, the movie was more about Cameron finally standing up for himself, against everyone (including Ferris). This was a movie watched many times during my formative years, and while Ferris taught me to relax, do what makes you happy, and everything will be fine… Cameron taught me that sometimes you just have to draw a line in the sand, and dare the world to cross it.

So perhaps I’m over analyzing the movie, perhaps I’m putting too much emphasis on Cameron in what is, in reality, a comedy. But I still think him staring at other iconic images (not even just art, but serious, historically important images) would be amazing.

Then again… I’m pretty sure I don’t have the artistic ability to pull it off.

Ok, so maybe my first attempt was using an image that is a bit, well… iconic, for lack of a better word. How about this one?

Granted, it’s a pretty well known image as well… but this is not actually THE image, it is a photoshopped image of a man (NOT the one from the movie), pasted on top of a photoshopped non-copyrighted picture of the painting. So take THAT censors… something tells me that it probably won’t help though. So anyway, perhaps I’ll order a few of these up. Or maybe just one for myself. Ha!

Rad.

There, I said what we are all thinking. Rad is quite definitely the preeminent BMX Teen Movie of the eighties. If you’ve never seen the movie before, go watch it. Now. But if that is too much trouble for you (it is hard to find, I understand… but that didn’t stop me from finding it again), then just watch this clip. It sums up the entire movie in one beautiful, ludicrous scene.

Some highlights:

• 0:00 - Yes, that is Aunt Becky. And she is hot with shoulder pads.
• 0:45 - The appearance of the Evil Lacky Twins, quickly cut to… the Badass Teen-Villain (why were the jerks always blonde in the eighties?), and he is clearly not impressed.
• 0:56 - Drunk Corporate Asshole! Yes, he is the true villain here, accompanied by his own slick, Mustachioed Lacky
• 1:50 - Wha? The Evil Lacky Twins are enjoying the show? Blonde Badass will have none of it!
• 2:08 - Quite clearly, a man in sequined, be-shoulder padded blouse. Apparently, Aunt Becky can only do tricks when the bike is fixed to a track
• 2:41 - Sooo… do the Evil Lacky Twins share the Zebra Girl? I’ve never been clear on that particular fact.
• 3:43 - Wow, we were so easily impressed back then…

Interesting side note, the movie is loosely based on the life of Eddie Fiola, who is actually in the movie… as Cru Jones’ stunt double.

I can’t count the number of times I watched this movie as a kid. A few years ago I finally managed to turn up a (bootlegged) copy on DVD. And you know what? I like it even more now than I did then. Perhaps if all you are nice enough, one of these days I’ll host a Rad movie night, and we can all bask in the warming glow of the eighties.

And in case you are wondering what that awesome song is, “Send Me an Angel” by Real Life. Thrice does a half-decent cover.

Yes yes, I know I said that I would make shirts of 80’s movie stars, and I did. Unfortunately, that particular shirt apparently violates copyright… so only one was made before I got shut down by the man. It’s cool though, cause one is all I need.

But while I lay low until the heat is off, here is my new shirt. It’s origins lay in a dark, sordid tale of youthful rebellion, fatherly love, shadowy government agencies, and Cuba.

I considered many variations of this shirt, but in the end, this one was the cleanest and got the point across the best. For the two people who understand this, let me know your preferred size, and I’ll get some printed up.

I recently purchased a straight razor.

Now, it’s a widely known fact that I can’t grow a beard (… or any facial hair) to save my life (bonus points for anyone that can figure out how growing a beard can save your life). So it’s not like I really need to be spending a lot of money on shaving equipment (straight razors are, perhaps not surprisingly, a little pricey).

If you were to really press me as to why I bought one… well, I dunno, it just seemed like the thing to do. Guess I like the idea of it. You might be wondering if I feel a little more manly for endangering my life every time I shave (soooo close to that jugular…). The answer is yes. Yes I do.

And to answer your second question: Yes, I have cut myself more in the last few days than in my entire shaving career up to this point… But when all is said and done, they are small cuts and the shave itself is incredibly nice. There is no way I’m going back to ‘normal’ razors again, no matter how many blades they shove in those things.

First up, Lloyd Dobler. Who is Lloyd Dobler? Well, if you don’t know, this image should help:

And if you still don’t know, then I don’t want to know you. But this should help you out.

Also, there is apparently a band… they’re alright, but a little too pop-indie for me. Pindie, if you will.

Anyone who knows me well (not any of you suckers) knows that I love me a claw game. Like this one, it really Wang’s my Chung:

How amazingly awesome is this? (found via photobasement)

Of course, if I had ever bothered to read the wikipedia report on claw games, I woulda known that ‘prizes’ like this (and stranger things (women’s underwear?)) are quite common in some corners of the world.

(Can’t just call it a motorcycle gang if half the members don’t have motorcycles…)

This weekend juuulia gets her Vespa, which means the group will consist of one Ducati, one Harley, one Vespa, and one as-yet-to-be-determined. Probably another scooter.

So I’m going to go on record right now and say that I’m expecting this out of you, juuulia:

I will accept nothing less.

Had to wake up early for work today… far too early… same as every other day this week.  Damn emergencies.

Don’t drink coffee that often, when I need to wake up my goto is Red Bull… or, as I like to refer to it, the Elixir of the Gods… unfortunately my red bull stash at work has gone unmonitored for the past month, and thus has disappeared.  Damn co-workers.  So I had to make some coffee.  Don’t make coffee usually… made it strong… drank the whole pot… jittery as all hell, and can’t think in complete sentences at the moment.  Never twitched this much before while typing.  Makes it hard to do it correctly.

I know my limits with Red Bull (hint: when your skin starts to smell like Red Bull, you’ve gone to far).  But since I don’t usually make coffee, let alone drink it in large amounts, I have no idea where/when to stop.

Probably shoulda stopped after 1 cup, seeing as how I made it waaaay stronger (as I just found out, 3x the recommended limit on scoops)… but now I’m finishing my fourth, and strangely I can’t stop.  Probably gonna go make another pot shortly.

At a slight lull in the days activities, maybe I’ll run some laps… I should probably never drink coffee again… at least, not coffee that I brew.  Damn coffee.

Reminds me of the Futurama episode where Fry drinks 100 cups off coffee, and enters into an expanded, sped up state of mind… of course, I think my heart will probably give out before I achieve hyper-awareness.  Damn reality.

Update: It’s now 3:30PM.  And I have crashed, and crashed hard.  Having trouble just keeping my eyes open.  Sooooo glad I drove in instead of riding in today, probaly be fine moving, but it’d be pretty embarrassing to tip over at a stop light.

Pure gold.

Found on Reddit.