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The Year End Review: 2010 Edition

December 31, 2010

I am writing this whole excerpt in the luxury of my cubical at work. Seems as though everyone has a yearly review of some sorts so if you are reading this, you yourself must either be bored like me with literally nothing else to do. Let me indulge you on some bullshit for a few minutes and I will let you be on your merry way.

****Disclaimer: These will be random cluster fucks of things that I thought were impactual to my own life. A lot of you will read the following and not agree with anything I have to say. If by topic 2 you believe that my own insights are ludicrous, then I suggest you click on that “x” in the top right (PC) or left (Mac) corner.

Album Of The Year: Waka Flaka Flame – Flockaveli

No album got so much play this year on my iPhone then Brick Squad’s own Waka Flocka Flame. Waka is the DMX of my generation. There’s some barking, a lot of aggression, head nod bouncy bouncy jingles and that charisma that makes you want to jack some Koreans for their loot at a liquor store. “I feel sorry for your mama!” Knee-grow please! Even a frail guy like me, I would proceed to pop off two clips to get my point across. Waka’s music did that for me in so many ways.

Photo(s) Of The Year: Random

A confession I have to admit. I am losing interest in photography. With my lack of income and other hobbies surfacing, it seems my camera is being neglected more and more nowadays. I for one am kind of tired just carrying this thing around. This year lacked star quality with my photos but here are the chosen few that get the thumbs up by me.

Concert Of The Year: Rappin’ 4-Tay

The list was was long and distinguished but after all the shit that I’ve seen this year, Mr. Whole Damn Yay took top honors. For me, it was a nod to many things. For one, who would have thought in a million years that this mother fucker even existed anymore. With only a slew of hits and a full piece band to back him up, it was undoubtedly one of the best performances I have ever been to. Best of all, the concert was absolutely free.

SF Event Of The Year: Bay 2 Breakers

I kept it pretty low with the local festival scene but the Bay 2 Breakers would have taken the cake regardless. Mix Halloween, a sluggish marathon, and Octoberfest altogether and you will have one of the best early morning buzzes you will ever experience. It took 28 years for me to even experience this event, so make sure you don’t do the same.

Trip Of The Year: Mancation To Lake Tahoe

With little to no expectations at all, a trip with my cousin and his friends actually beat out my New York vacation. I think in all essence of the word, it was a true vacation with no itineraries at all. Some goals were set though from the beginning but when you check marking a) get drunk, b) eat a shitload of food, and c) hot tubbin’ in the arctic cold…you kind of look around yourself and say “life doesn’t get much better then this!”

Art Show Of The Year: Pixar – 25 Years Of Animation

I know I am biased but a biased opinion is still something to be heard. Pixar is an East Bay gem and a Bay Area company to be proud off. I would think in order to work for this company, you almost have to be as mature as a 5 year old kid. Their art not only displays great artistic talent (and whooped all the other shows I went to), but it portrays a sense of fun while doing it. It’s probably the only exhibit that I actually have gone twice to.

Holy Shit Of The Year: Random Porno

Kink.com actually has a whole lot of history here in San Francisco. The rumors of their existence has always been more myth the reality from my experience. I think the tall tales have even escalated to the point where they host some sort of a sex dungeon party where customers can pretty much have their dick pummeled to a bloody pulp for pleasure. Oddly enough, it’s pretty much true.

I actually just now looked up the footage to see if it actually existed so I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Low and behold…I wasn’t dreaming.

Pick Up Of The Year: Bodhi

Last but not least, there is my pussy. It’s hairy, pisses when needs too, and scratches the fuck out of my leather chair. But it’s just nice to have something roaming around in my apartment. Motherfucker needs to get a job and learn how to do the dished though.

Happy Kwanzaa

December 26, 2010

Another one bites the dust. About a week ago, I found myself in a position of some money pains. I flipped opened my wallet and saw that my last $20 was spent on sending my ex-boss home in a taxi cab. Drunken nights equals unfortunate expenditures. I guess I am as gullible as I am stupid. Surviving off laundry machine quarters is no laughing matter. I might as well been on the streets with Larry the bum and Gina the sperm cleaner. All in all, it was a lesson to be learned and something I will undoubtedly go through again. But holidays are a loving time for me. The simplicities of a warm plate of food is equivalent to the Street Fighter II game that I wanted as a kid. It’s good to know that for at least a couple of days in the year, you will be stuffed more then a whore in heat.

From the Fong-man to you viewers out there, I hope you all exercise those colon muscles as you’re lodging that X-mas waste out your poop-chute. Merry Christmas you filthy animals.

Blowin’ Money Fast

December 13, 2010

As my 30′s seem to be in clear sight, I’ve embraced some luxuries that come with being an adult. It’s called company holiday parties. Pretty much think of it as a prom for the bald and beautiful. CEOs walk amongst their counterparts in hopes to strengthen their cock size to find potential mistresses to seed more bastard children. Wine and booze flow out the wahzoo and boasting wives talking about how their men so elegantly takes care of the kids whilst they get their weekly massage by Fabio and his monster penis fingers.

I was the date to a fucktard girl buddy that had her boyfriend stuck in limbo at work. Her company decided to have their banquet at the Aquarium By The Bay at Pier 39 which was actually pretty stimulating. It’s just a lot of pointing at glass walls and yelling “Ooooh!” & “Aaaah!”

Saturday, I solo missioned it up to Mike Giant’s Reflections on Past, Present and Future art show at the Guerrero Gallery. Some stuff old but more notably are his new mediums that he displayed there.

I could be wrong but I don’t believe I’ve ever seen Giant do a general collage for some of his pieces before. From a distance, it just looks like a writer’s explosion of forms and ideas that seemed to be just ejaculated onto a squared canvas.

But beneath it all are layers and layers of transparent papers of images. It’s in the detail that makes this style so unique. There is no central image that takes away from the rest. You can sit there for hours and just find new things you haven’t seen before.

My achilles heel in life is saving money. This is an example of say a burly man telling ballerinas to eat toe nail clippings because he believes that these pixy deviled cum guzzlers embodied the gayest things in life. But as irony always has it, this very man who once believed in every sentiment of his words was later caught wearing a tutu doing pirouettes in the garden greens of San Francisco. I am that man! My hatred towards fixie riders started at a strong 10 but now resides at a stern 7 1/2 (I give them big ups for knowing how to do that power slide shit down hills). I want to say this is a natural progression for skaters to get into bikes after the plywood gets old, but since I am hardly a skater myself, I guess let’s just say I needed a new hobby to get me by for the next few months. And Robby, if you are reading this dog…I know, I know.

My first ride to the ocean and back on one gear and it was a success. My knees are killing me and I have a case of the Mondays. It’s time to get some much needed coffee.

Rest In Piss

November 25, 2010

My niece is already one years young. I did the math. By the time she is 18 years old, I will be 48 years shitty and balder then a brand new dildo.

Dennis Eckersley is probably my favorite Oakland Athletic of all time. From the stash to the side arm delivery, the guy was a rare breed in today’s baseball. I’ll even over look the infamous 1988 Dodger game when he got rocked by Kirk Gibson. Fuck that dude straight in his testicles.

Monday night Warriors game. They almost blew a 32 point lead. Thirty-two points! By the end of it, we got the “W” only by four points. They sure know how to make a shitty game dramatic. Mind you the Pistons are in last place in their division.

Big fist pump for all you bastards!

Stopped by FIFTY24SF Gallery to check out the new installation by those pot smokin’ creators, Imaginary Foundation.

This is no cut and paste job using photoshop. All these pieces have been hand created the old fashion way with oils on canvas. The beauty is not within the technique of the brush but the idea that all these images were conceived through someone’s artistic creativity.

My favorite piece from the show. I’ve seen this on shirts and skateboards but the original kills them all.

Speaking of killing them all…tacos from the taco truck near Best Buy. If you don’t know, now you know.

SF Auto Show was also in town during the Thanksgiving break at Moscone Center. This is the new Lexus LFA coming out in 2012. A mean son of a bitch for a car and you can just get it for a measly $375k. On a side note, taking pics of cars has got to be the most boring shit in the world.

Last but not least, I saw one of childhood R&B groups last night at Yoshi’s SF. Tony Toni Toné was one of the great bands of the 90′s and best of all, they were from our city around the Bay that we call Oakland. Only one thing unknown to my knowledge…

Who in the fuck is the fake as Raphael Saadiq on stage! Did I miss something? I had to double check some Wikipedia pages when I got home just to brush up on some info. I knew they broke up at one point but I figured they’d unite just to do some concerts for some cash.


But you be the judge. The carbon copy wasn’t that bad but still, something about Rey Rey not being there just didn’t make it 1994 again.

West Side Story

November 4, 2010

I was up in wine country over the weekend for a wedding. Feeding ducks and throwing rocks at butterflies. My cousin putting the ball and chain on his ankles for good measure. He considered himself a savant with the ladies but by the end of it, his manish presence paralleled to that of a little boy getting his first erection in gym class. Women will change you…and love makes you do the wildest things sometimes.

As you may have heard, a lone ranger of a team from the west coast has taken the baseball world by storm. Actually I don’t even really think people care about the Giants aside from people in Northern California, but it has seriously caused an uproar in San Francisco.

To get the facts straight, I am an A’s fan. This goes back to the days of Dennis Eckersley, Carney Landsford (who the fuck names their kid Carney!), Walt Weiss, Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire. Since 89′, the A’s have been bunker then bunk and I have showed little interest in baseball since then.

But you have to give it to the die hard fans and even the band wagon jumpers. This has been one of the greatest things to happen to the Bay in a long time and will setup the next season in having more drunk infested days at the game or at the bar.

Thank you Giants.

Now fuck off baseball and bring my real shit into the light! Warriors taking care of business last night against the Grizz. Monte poppin’ off again.

It’s going to be a real fun season!


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