Another manic Tüsday.

February 10, 2026

How much of the ozone was destroyed to keep '80s bands' hair properly closer to god (small G) I wonder?

Among everything else, these are the things that keep me up at night.

But all of that aside and first things first- Who braved the cold Minneapolis cold and showed all comers at this year's Stuporbowl?;

This has been going on for 27 years? Holy macaroni. At least for today the dirtbags have emerged victorious.

Try as I sorta did, I couldn't find an assortment of very good photos of the weekend's festivities, so I yoinked Kevin Sparrows from the All City site from ten years ago, which at this point seems like another universe entirely;

Them Vikings is some tough derels, and as much as I love my community there, I don't care if I ever go back during the winter again.

Moving on from two wheeled shenanigans, to four- Did any of yinzers catch the documentary that Thrasher Skateboard Magazine just released about the late and also great Phil Shao?;

I didn't know Phil personally, but we shared a number of people in common, and certainly traveled in the same orbit. His loss was earth shaking but as I watched this I slowly began having a memory. I think it at a memorial jam for him a year or two later, (at least that's how I remember it), my friend Curtis finished his run, walked off the ramp, and collapsed, dying of a brain aneurism;

Does anyone reading these words have a clearer memory of this series of events?

I do remember being at Curtis' memorial and walking around seeing Jake, and Mic-E, and TG and all of the big SF heads, and everyone was just in a stupefied daze.

The older you get, the more friends you lose.

Anyway, back to the documentary- I'm so happy that Phil is properly being memorialized. He was a generational talent to be sure, and obviously continues to inspire an entirely new generation of skateboarders nearly thirty years on.

Now, moving on to other topics in the whiplash fashion that we do- From Patrick of our friendly upstairs neighbor-land, I got a real nice email, as well as a real good example of art that doesn't suck;

"Hey Stevil,

We've never met but your writing continues to remind me to find good people and to enjoy the playful parts of life. And I need that reminder a lot so please know that there's a straight line from what you do to me having a better life while I'm here.

I live in Montreal, Canada (America's upstairs neighbor that's just waiting for her shitty abusive boyfriend to get kicked out) and we've got a person here who makes art that doesn't suck;

These are all landmarks that anybody who's spent a bit of time in the city would recognize.

Keep kicking ass, hopefully on average more of others' than your own.

-Pat"

I'd hoped to find a website or photo library that would allow me to use something other than screen grabs from the aforementioned artist's IG account (I loathe that shit to an unreasonable degree) but alas, I don't even have a name for the artist in question.

I thank Patrick for reaching out just the same, and for the very kind words. Also- We're all waiting for the shitty boyfriend to get the boot.

I don't know why, but it's really hard to fire people from any job, let alone the highest office in the land.

It reminds me of this absolute shitheel I worked with at Santa Cruz Bikes named Craig. He got hired as the production manager, but the day they brought him on, the head of engineering said to the assembly team "We're confident he's our guy, but if you all don't like him, give us the high sign, and he's gone." Within two weeks we'd all agreed that he sucked, and wouldn't you know it, it took a year and a half and ultimately, one sexual harassment claim for them to finally get him the fuck out of there.

Now obviously what's currently happening in America is infinately more destructive some piddly little pudgy perv with a shitty haircut pretending he knows fuckall about how a bike company works, but I guess my point is, all we have to do is continue pushing for the orange goblin's termination from all fronts, and eventually the turd will get flushed.

They're losing the culture war, and I'm here for it.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Now that we've dealt with the last thing and before we deal with the next thing, I feel the need to apologize, for you see, last night I had the opportunity to ask Buñuel/OXBOW/Whipping Boy vocalist/writer/activist/father/fighter/supreme captain bizarro Eugene Robinson a one question band interview question that I've become famous for the world over.

However, as I approached Eugene to slap hands, catch up, and ask him my question, he had just met artist Jim Blanchard for the first time after years of virtual friendship.

It seemed far more important to document the first meeting between these two titans than for me to ask Eugene what kind of gum he likes or whatever inane nonsense I had in store;

It's kind 'if you know, you know' sort of situation, but holy shit, if you could harness the energy, and collective kicks output between these two, you could power the world.

And you saw it here first.

Now, to spare you from any more of my hunting and pecking drivel, I'm pleased to present to you the brand newest episode of Revolting;