Slingshots and Radishes: November 2005

Monday, November 28, 2005

The Throne

In the mid-to-late 1970s Doug and I were forced labor for dad's basement renovation/remodeling efforts. When we started, it was a cold, musty, dark concrete dungeon. When we finished the place was Red Bud's version of Studio 54 (only better).

And it's still intact, albeit a bit messy and broken down. Orange carpet... fire! The walls come alive with a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders poster, pool sticks, street signs, a coconut head, guns and dead animals. It has pool, foosball and ping pong. It has a bar with a stocked fridge. But most critically, as you can see from this picture, we didn't want your party to stop when you got to the bathroom. Enter "The Throne". I know what you're thinking, "why didn't they carpet the toilet and sink too". We didn't have enough carpet.

The Throne. Check it out.
It requires you stand for puking.
You have to piss? Take a knee.
Void your bowels? What a view!

Lambert Field Concourse

Airport architecture is cool as hell inside and out. The three I've spent most of my time in are all nutrageous to look at and photograph - Denver International, Chicago O'Hare and St. Louis Lambert. Of course there are exceptions to the rule, most notably Midway in Chicago...that place is an absolute shithole.

Sounds good to me

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

"but he made it out....with a bullet in his back"

Gary's heists were more about challenge than big payoffs.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Rogue Light

That's a whole lot of leather and flames, sonny. Let me guess...you're a roughneck, aren't ya? A real outlaw, aren't ya? What is that you're riding? Is that some sort of missle? Is that some sorta rocket launcher?

Remember when this used to mean something - when guys that road motorcycles were actually intimidating? I imagine there still exists a small percentage of biker gangs that run the violent route. You know, the ones that will punch you in the fucking mouth simply for being within arms reach. Doesn't matter - the modern day outlaw biker still feels softer than the original.

And then there's this guy. Married father of four and SPRINT middle management? Gastroenterologist? Grade school science teacher?

Secret Service

Schwack and Sach...Secret Service.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Poltergeist Mouse

This thing will tear through the sinews and vasculature of your neck.

Waitress

This waitress apologized for taking so long, and explained it was because "she just got out of a meeting". What? I dig this photo.

Capri Pants or High Waters?

For the record, the subject was quite upset over this snapshot and asked me to delete the photo. I suppose she was tired and aggravated from walking around all day with a yoke under her suit coat.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Phantom Patriot

These colors don't run. But apparently they ride around town with a big moustache. Kiiiick Wiiick.

Big Ears

Fawn in my back yard last summer...

Ketchup Raygun

At the conclusion of the condiment war between me and Elmore, he decided to capture the bloodbath on film. But as you can see here, when he snapped the photo, I was delivering another raygun blast of the Heinz Bold and Spicy.

Snot Pendulum

This ape man holds the world record for longest snot pendulum ever recorded. Be sure to click on the picture to get the full effect - it's almost off the bottom of the picture. Yum.