Rebel SK8

March 5, 2012

After parading at some bars on Broadway St this past Friday, I was pretty eager to get home to this beauty of a skateboard. This is probably the start of Rebel 8‘s full launch into the skateboard market. I actually didn’t even see this one coming since I had my eye on the zinger deck. Rebel 8 continues to destroy!

Straight from the horses mouth: “The shape is based on two of my favorite decks of all time, the Aaron “Fingers” Murray model and the Web model, both from Dogtown Skateboards circa 1985. The graphic is also a homage to my favorite Dogtown decks from that era.” -Mike Giant. Get it now before they sell out.

Short But Funky

February 28, 2012

We can often get jaded in the land of giant buildings here in the city. Things can tend to get pretty monotoned from window to window if you don’t look too hard.

The uniqueness of San Francisco is within the small shops that seem to occupy themselves in unfamiliar territory. Amongst your Guccis, your LVs and your Marc Jacobs lies one of the most powerful street-wear brands to date called The Hundreds.

No one should really be unfamiliar with this brand by now. I think the success that makes The Hundreds so long lasting amongst the many that have perished is the strong branding that has been embedded to all our psyches. When we think of The Hundreds…we ultimately think of…well, “is HUGE“.

Today is pretty much fan appreciation day for one of our own superstars of the Bay Area. Not only has Too $hort popped my cherry with porno rap with seductive lyrics like “pussy got wet like Niagara Falls” but he’s also made me learn that you can use the word bitch in a positive context. Remember, just because Too $hort called you a bitch, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.

“Fuck you and go support a Bay Area legend and cop my new CD No Trespassing out now! You punk ass bioootch!”

And a big thanks to these two for making my visit that much more pleasant and easy. Without them, all these pics wouldn’t have been possible.

Take Me To The Mardi Gras

February 26, 2012

Get At Me Dog

February 21, 2012

I am no Yelper. Actually I despise most of them and would love to be the bounty hunter to hunt these elitist assholes down that actually think their short lived life of an opinion on earth really matters. I’ve read them all. “Service was great, food was exquisite BUT the walls were yellow and it totally throws off their feng shui. One star!” They never make sense nor do they pass any kind of logical judgement that gives any insight to others that may want to come. Do you want my one time professional advice on a new joint on the block? Listen close then.

This is Holy Dog. First time visit to this fairly cheap wiener spot and lord only knows how I love to stick these inanimate objects in my mouth. Entering the complex, people would notice the lack of chairs which presumes this is some sort of take out spot. Not the case.

Above the raptures, where the cold air can’t seep in, are an abundant amount of chairs for anyone. Plus the employers were able to deliver our food to us.

My first meal ever here and I went for the tasty Katsu Dog. Exactly what it sounds. Light batter dog with melted cheese, banana peppers and topped with spicy ketchup with a chase of ice cold Sapporo on tap. The key word here as to be texture. At times you forget hot dogs aren’t supposed to be crunchy and then you realize that is the reason why this tastes so awesome. Add that all up, and you have a meal worth less then $8 (the beer was a $1.50!)

Take it from me. I am a cheap, less unfortunate soul that loves to spend money on nothing given the chance. That is how this place should be looked at. Don’t chalk this up as your next family adventure nor should you take some sort of pride in paying the tab here on date night. If you get some sort of urge to get drunk and stuffed on a dollars budget, come to Holy Dog. What they lack in flare ultimately benefits you in your wallet, and that is something we can all be happy about.

Missed the “Like A Tattoo” blog series I had with the tattoos on my arm? I think the season finale should be coming to an end soon in the next couple of months.

Pillow Talk

February 16, 2012

Only if the term you hit the one you love were true to heart. Once a year, SF likes to throw what is called the biggest mother fucking pillow fight ever assembled on Valentine’s Day. Details are simple. Meet in the village square, bring your pitch forks and torches and hit anyone in plain sight who possesses a pillow in hand. It’s like t-bagging with white sacks except there are no testicles involved. Waaaaay funnier in person then in photos! So much violence and yet, I don’t think a single person was mad or got hurt.