I’ve got nothing.
On a day when I normally would punch out a post, I got an email from my editor at Dirt Rag notifying me that just as it is literally all of the time, my monthly ‘SWTPYITFB’ article was due/flirting with overdue. So Here I stood, wringing blood from a stone until I had something to submit, which has found my hunting and pecking muscles sprained, and my creative tanks kinda empty.
Its a funny thing, that force which drives us to write, or draw, or paint, or sculpt or whatever. It can’t be forced, and it can’t be faked, and when it abandons me, it does so with quickness.
Whatever. I’ll post up what I can until the spirt has finally left me, and then I will send you on your way.
Which reminds me of the song ‘Lucky‘ by a band called Mule;
Are you familiar with Mule?
If you weren’t before, you are now.
The volume knobs on their cabinets went from 1-10, and then a click above the top option was labeled ‘redneck‘.
Heavens to Betsy, they were one of the good ones.
In news from the mail bag, Erik from Portland Design Works reached out with a hello, and to let me know he’d recently gotten crafty with a needle and thread;
I finally got off my ass and sewed this badboy onto a sweatshirt. Thanks for turning out the sweet design!
If that’s not the face of someone who isn’t afraid of jumping a badass GMC over some bail jumpers, I don’t know what would be.
For a second now, let’s circle back around to the happy looking fellow in the opening photo holding the box full of wishes.
I know a thing or two about a thing or two about boxes, as I’ve been up to my eyeballs’ asses in them for weeks;
This of course is the second batch I’ve prepared for the new run of skateboard decks. With every score, fold, and stencil, I thought of this clip;
Boxes are only cool if they ship cool stuff.
Decks are not as cool as candy, but way cooler than nails, so we’ll just call it a wash.
Anyway, I got an email from Clutch Distribution on Monday notifying me that 100 more planks will be arriving to my dark corner of the world some time today. I will be putting the bulk of them in the store and then will keep a smattering aside for purchase, gandering, or both at the upcoming dirty parking lot board release;
Just like last year, assuming The Man doesn’t break up the party, we’re fixing to have some hijinx;
So write a note on a Post-it, and stick it on your forehead for the next couple of weeks;
It promises to be a good one.
Finally, relating to said planks, from Grant I got a little heads up;
Re: They’re riding their AHTBM rollerboards over there.
1- I just received one of your decks as a birthday present and it is glorious (thanks Dan).
2- As the photo illustrates, public school isn’t failing 3rd graders (yet);
Thanks for all you do and keep on keepin on,
And there (their? They’re?) we have definitive proof that third graders know more than most of the internet, whose heads are about as full as an empty box.
Pretty damned good for nothing.
Love the line “You can wish in one hand, and shit in the other, an’ see which fills up first”. They really were one of the good ones.