Wiiiillllmaaaaaa!!!!

So here's the follow up shot to Rose's "misto barbecue stand" we hit on the way to LAX on Wednesday. Note to anyone traveling on a long flight out of LAX, do not take valium or xzopiclone (Lunesta), just eat here. After you eat here, it's T Minus 10 minutes until the 'itis sets in.

Buffalo'ing So Cal

There is only one way for Buffalo expatriates to feel like they are at home on a Friday night: Chicken Finger Subs.  On a whim, Al, Eva and I went to Albertsons and got all of the necessary items. Less than an hour later, we might as well have been handed a hot bag of Jim's Steakout delivery. Baked to perfection. 

Lee even came over to represent North Tonawanda so we had the right Northtowns/Southtowns balance going. AD represented the adopted native status from doing his time at UB. Next up: Beef on Weck.

Population Control.

Finally some native Williamsburg residents have taken to themselves to curb the BK hipster epidemic. Tired of wealthy out-of-towners moving into their neighborhood claiming to be NY locals causing rampant gentrification of their friends & family having to leave town; the remaining kids have banded together armed with machetes targeting "white boys on bikes".

Officers from the South Williamsburg Precinct have confirmed a substantial increase in crime and gang warfare with the current high rate of employment & diving economy.


So to all those trust fund babies whose parents are throwing away thousands of dollars away for their kid to go to Pratt who although even after withdrawing party money for the night their account balance still won't dip past 10k but still try to maintain an "I'm poor" identity by dressing from thrift stores and living in low rent housing, you best protect ya neck and more importantly go fuck yourselves for the 100th time.

Funky Fridays #2.

Great start to the day.

Damn.

This would pretty much be like drinking a pint of Ben and Jerry's. I
decided to hold off on this one until I'm not on a flight. I'm not
down with exit wounds at 35,000 feet.

Flashback

One year later, this is still such a trainwreck I feel like I should watch out for glass on the ground when I look at it.

Freakin' A

Funky Fridays #1.

Hot Mess.

Nisei Week.

Got to Cali just in time for Nisei Week which includes the Gyoza eating contest. Think I could hold my own but maybe not 212 in 10 minutes.

Dyno Kit.

The Iphone apps never end. Now one for the gearheads.

Crate & Barrel.

Flip Flops.

This should have been standard.

Not only does it look good, it could at least be used as a flash for the camera. First sputnik, now this. Damn Russians.

TGIF.

What ever happened to Lauryn Hill?

KB

Another great stop while I was back in Buffalo was a good walk around the top of my former local ski area, Kissing Bridge. This exact spot was about 10 minutes from my house and was pretty much my second home for well over 10 years. So awesome in the summertime. Look at those clouds. You don't get that type of thing everywhere.

An afternoon at La Nova

A few things:

-There is no better lunch than La Nova Pizza and BBQ wings on a nice summer day in Buffalo.

-This place is all sorts of mobbed up.

-There was a time in my life where this place was about 10 meals a week in my food rotation.

-You know a place is good when MC Hammer has 30 buckets delivered backstage to his shows. That's just common sense.

WHTCN Site of the Day

The Yearbook Yourself site was created for a mall developer. I guess it's one way to get people to remember to actually leave their computer to go buy something, although with this, I think I am going to be mad at my computer for quite some time.

Weekly R&B Banger #38.

From the depths of one my mixtapes comes this weeks track. Growing up, I was called a bunch of different names; but I didn't quite mind Al B. Sure. Dunno about his acid washed denim kit tho.

"You Ain't Got No Style, Mothafucka".

Go see it already if not just for Craig. His role as the gay thug is f'n amazing. Don't tell me that him & Kevin's stalking in his Fiero blasting "Poison" ain't funny. You might remember him as Daryl from the Office.

Baldwin.

Caught this today. Forgot how great this movie was. I love these exchanges. Say what you want about Mark Wahlberg, he plays Southie gone straight better than anyone in the business.

Late summer banger.

I don't know if it is the beat that harkens back to old Egyptian Lover, the vocoder hotness, or the fact that this is a white dude from Kosovo (yes, Kosovo), but I am feeling this track. It's been stuck in my head for the past 2 days. You can download it from Sin's MySpace. (Has no one told him that is pretty much Digital Detroit these days?) 

Listen out for the Rick Ross and Hannah Montana lyrics. Official.

Get Silly.

Colonel Craze: "Man Pleads Guilty in Exchange for Fried Chicken."

I guess a Supreme Family Kit might justify a Last Supper:

"33-year-old Tremayne Durham of New York City, accused of murdering a man in Oregon, was so sick of jail food that he agreed to plead guilty last month in exchange for a fried chicken feast on the court's tab. In accordance with his plea agreement, Durham was given KFC and Popeyes chicken, mashed potatoes, coleslaw, carrot cake, and ice cream—and after receiving his life sentence yesterday, he was also granted calzones, lasagna, pizza, and more ice cream."

The controversy continues...

After spending the past few days someplace where it's called "pop", I decided to look into it further.

The conclusion: I just wasted 5 minutes.

Sunday night at Suburban Blend.

It was great to hang out with the Suburban Blend crew Sunday night. I
got there right in the middle of their photo shoot for the shop
checkout in the next Snowboard Mag.

They have a great thing going down there in Jamestown. When there isn't a scene, you make one. These guys are doing it all, events, online and a quickly growing store in the heart of downtown. Good to see.

After the tour and photo shoot, about 7 of us hit up the local Applebees (hey, the options are limited after 9 in Jamestown) to talk shop and crush some apps and burgers. Lots of great old Holiday Valley stories were told, and we all left psyched for the season to start.

I first met Pete when he was about 14 at Holiday Valley. It's awesome to see him doing what he loves and making not only a good living but a good scene out of it for the local skate and snow communities. Job well done.