photo of the day – preston lacy
I always wonder what life would be like with Alzheimer’s. I have nothing to worry about now, I think, but I do have some sort of selective memory disorder in the making. Should this, in time, develop into something much more akin to the aforementioned ailment, I can’t wait to be sabotaged on a daily basis by the images contained on my hard drive. I can only imagine waking up to a new day (every day) and blindly stumble into a minefield loaded with absurd reminders of days gone by—only I’ll have no clue as to how I might have been involved with such things. Will it freak me out? I certainly hope so. And I’m pretty sure this one from the tail end of jackass 2.5 will trouble me to no end—or at least for a few hours until I’ve forgotten seeing it. (more…)
more photos of the day
Sure, I could've used these photos in that there Nitro Circus birthday cake post, but shit, why waste 'em when I can kill two birds with one stone on a Sunday? It's the day of rest, I'm plumb tired, so what the heck.
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Clyde Singleton has a longstanding history with us that first truly began on a Big Brother "Rocky Mountain" road trip that he accompanied us on in 1996. The tour lasted no more than a week, but in that time frame he went through no less than four pair of underwear
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My memory is usually pretty solid—or so I like to think it is up until I see stuff like my new user ID photo that I found on Facebook and can't even recall the f'ing thing ever being taken. What's up with those tube socks, anyway? Was I trying to compensate for the short shorts?
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If you've been following Erik Roner and Andy Bell on "Tweeter" then you know darn well that they're currently throwing, jumping, and slamming themselves all around the country for the upcoming second season* of Nitro Circus.
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In true Hollywood fashion, the fabled red carpet—or at least a very small remnant of which—was thrown out onto a sidewalk in Westwood, CA, for the west coast premiere of The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia at the Los Angeles Film Festival.
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Not to sound like Grandpa Simpson here, but time was back in the '80s and early '90s that you had to seriously work for your cult video clips, docs, and flicks. Those of the Interweb/IGS generation will no doubt fail to grasp how difficult this once was
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A couple days back I spotlighted a photo from jackass number two of Bam sitting with a steel trap clamped about his wrist next to professional card-flicker Jim Karol and Chris Pontius. Today, let's take a static look at what transpired next between an electric stool and the stooge we had sit on it
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Shit mouth. I had to say it. I couldn't help myself. I don't even have Tourette's, but by god I had to get those two words out of my mind and onto the keyboard before I could go on any further. And now that I have, well, to be quite honest I don't feel like typing anything else.
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Here is a photo of me and my little buddy Emerson Cliver. I know what you are thinking, my little buddy is getting ready to shoot me in the head with a slingshot. Well, he was and he did, but that's okay. That's the ticket that I bought.
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