jackassworld

So I ran into old friend Scott Potasnik the other day in the cheese section of the supermarket. Potasnik was a Production Coordinator on the jackass television show and Tremaine and I always admired him for his amazing ability to repulse almost everyone he came in contact with. He was almost as big a dick as Jeff, which is why I think Tremaine respected him. (more…)

My wife just returned from a week long trip to Costa Rica today. When asked what natural wonders she might have seen down there, she was only to happy to show me this photo of some sea garbage she’d discovered washed up on the beach one morning. What the fuck, did Mother Nature lose her dildo? (more…)

So we were interviewing Johnny Knoxville the other day at the 3 Clubs in Hollywood (thanks again, Handsome Jack, for tending to our talent’s needs), and while paused to respond to a question about taking Earl Parker to a massage parlor back in 1998 for a Big Brother article he looked down at the carpet and remarked how it looked a little like a butt and how there was even what appeared to be a piece of poop coming out of it. (more…)

Let me just say that I loved the time we spent filming the closer to jackass number two. I know some viewers were mystified by the orchestrated wonder of it all, but those really were the best of times—especially after all those quality months spent working and traveling together. There was a real sense of family and spirits were running fine, damn fine. And once we came to the end of the production rainbow for this song and dance number, well, it was rather bittersweet knowing that all would soon be over and done with. At times, yes, the song itself bordered on dreadfully monotonous throughout the days on set (not to mention that a few of the guys couldn’t hold a tune to save a drowning orphan’s life), but the lyrics still found a sentimental home to squat within. Johnny Knoxville made it no secret that he didn’t exactly want to stop filming then, and by god I didn’t really want the crazy train to pull into the station either. Stop down and return to reality? Fuck that. (more…)

While dredging my hard drive yesterday for Dimitry Elyashkevich’s sweat-soaked moment of dream fulfillment, I stumbled across this other arty angle of Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville. Doesn’t take much to pick out the veteran professional here what with his ever savvy eye for the camera no matter where it may be. Not to discredit Bam, of course, who I think was just as nervous as Dimitry about keeping his dance steps in uniform line. Well, that or maybe the horse that was about to treat him and Ryan Dunn like a pair of wishbones on Thanksgiving Day.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, CA; 2006)

It’s no secret that Dimitry has a problem with sweat. He can be sitting in an air conditioned office and his nose will still be beaded with perspiration. It’s just part of who he is, and I’d actually be more worried for his personal well being if his internal cooling system wasn’t running at full steam all hours of the day. What’s lesser known about Dimitry, though, is that he’s always dreamed of appearing in a large orchestrated dance number. (more…)

Last week, Rick Kosick and I stopped by Podium Distribution to interview its VP, Tim Gavin, for our forthcoming Big Brother magazine retrospective. A former professional skateboarder on the Blind team while the magazine was still under Steve Rocco’s ownership, Tim was frequently hanging out around the office and he was almost always down for obliging our goofy requests. He was no dummy: publicity back then directly correlated to board sales (which wasn’t exactly a bad thing considering the industry was no bigger than the famously diminutive penis of G.G. Allin at the time), and he couldn’t have asked for a better promotional opportunity than when the idea for Issue #6 came along. (more…)

This is a hilarious email I got from my friend Paul about his son Evan getting into trouble at school. My answer to his email follows. Although we always stress “don’t try this at home,” I guess we forgot to say don’t try this at school. Ha ha ha… Anyway, I can laugh at this one because it wasn’t a stunt or prank that was dangerous to anyone involved. The names may or may not be changed to protect the innocent…and the guilty. Heh heh… (more…)

So here is my good friend and lead singer of Sign of the Fox, Handsome Jack Polick, guest bartending at the Three Clubs bar in Hollywood, California. He guest bartends there every Friday night and he specializes in exotic mixed drinks. People come from miles around for his Cosmos, Apple Martinis, and Lemon Drops. Anyone can open bottled beers and pour highball drinks like rum and Coke’s all night long, but it takes a true artist to mix juice, booze, and ice like Handsome does. (more…)