jackassworld

With Thanksgiving right around the corner, my thoughts always turn to darkness and evil at this time of year. Because this is when we hold our annual Black Metal Thanksgiving in Portland, Oregon. We descend upon some poor soul’s dark castle, put on the corpse paint, and make Thanksgiving dinner while Hailing Satan and listening to the worst black metal possible. It’s a good time. Although I probably shouldn’t say “annual” because we actually have it every other year. Although, if I say it’s annually, then I’m lying. And lying is very evil. So, yeah, we have Black Metal Thanksgiving every year. (more…)

Through some trippy coincidence, today is not only November 17 but there’s a terrorist organization that popularly goes by the name 17 November. It’s a Greek deal, apparently, and as such it’s probably not all too dissimilar from the domestic terror groups we have here in the United States known as fraternities. (more…)

Part 7 of the jackassworld road trip, in which our fear-facing fellowship—Wee Man, Chris Pontius, Danger Ehren, Preston Lacy, Dave England, Mike Kassak, Loomis Fall, JxPx Blackmon, Scott Manning, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Mike G., Rick Kosick, and Sean Cliver—make a diversionary stop at the “Lost Boys” bridge in Santa Cruz, California. Here, hands shake, iPods drop, and a gutterpunk serenades, as tension mounts among the cast. (more…)

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Wanna see Chris Pontius in his first band? Yes, our friend Chris Reed has posted some legendary footage of one of the rare Pole Smoker concerts. Reed is in mask and on guitar and Pontius is on vocals. You wish you saw a Pole Smoker concert.

Okay, time to flush the toilet here on some transitional remnants from seasons 2 and 3 of the jackass television series that were never preserved for digital eternity. Things clinging to the bowl include: Guch getting radical on a kiddy slide in Portland, Oregon; Bam threading the needle while crossing Gay and High in West Chester, Pennsylvania; Steve-O thwocking his head on an airboat in the Everglades of Florida; and then an assortment of unorthodox jacuzzi moves by the cast at our favorite hotel destination spot in Orlando, Florida.

Part 6 of the jackassworld road trip, in which our ’80s skate spot shredders—Wee Man, Chris Pontius, Danger Ehren, Preston Lacy, Dave England, Mike Kassak, Loomis Fall, JxPx Blackmon, Scott Manning, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Mike G., Rick Kosick, and Sean Cliver—make a few scenic stops along Highway 1 to rip some prehistoric slabs of cement and view some local farting fauna.

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Okay, so more often than not I’m known for confusing people instead of enlightening them. This talent is both a blessing and a curse, but I have to say it has saved my ass more than once in certain situational dramas. There are some, though, who have taken my inadvertent puzzles to heart and wholeheartedly donned their Fletch caps in response. (more…)

Since I’m in an Argentinian frame of mind this morning, let’s take a long, hard look at this great moment in history when Chris Pontius inadvertently brought the art of horse cum-drinking to the big screen*. (more…)

Although mildly obscure for 99.9% of the historical world, José Hernández wrote some fancy “epic poem” about gauchos that hit the big time in Argentina and caused them to pay national tribute to him on this very day. I don’t intend to get into the details of José’s poem here—primarily because it’s nowhere near as interesting to me as say Homer’s Odyssey or the anti-epic poetry of Richard Brautigan—so let’s simply say, “Good job, José!” and get on the with the Wildboyz show. (more…)

Just the other day someone commented that I always manage to get just the right “wrong” angle with my photos. I couldn’t agree with them more. By no means can this be chalked up to “skill,” though; if anything it is simply “odds.” Throughout the years, from Big Brother to jackass, I’ve witnessed a rather disproportionate number of oddites, atrocities, and what have you, which, in twisted Vegas terms, makes me a “winner” in many photographic instances. I know, to the victor go the spoils, but I’ve always been rather socialized in my artistic worldview, so share I must. And what better place than here! (more…)