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Power to the People!

Of the many thing my mother taught me the most important were the following:

If you are having your picture taken be sure to proudly display whatever beverage you are drinking at the time. You’ll never know when Rolling Rock will be looking for a new spokesperson.
If you are going to grow marijuana, grow big – [...]

With the beard and corn-cob pipe it would be easy to mistake this man as the first mate of the Pequod. But no this is my father, right before he crammed a head of cabbage up the photographers ass and got a refill on the gin and tonic. You just don’t start snapping candids of [...]

Okay – where do I start with this one. That’s one of my uncles there – dressed as I dunno, a stunt double for one of the Monkees in the proverbial beach episode?
I wish I had a little background info to provide you with, but I’ve got nothin’ folks. What I do know is this. [...]

In light of the tragic jet ski incident that took Natasha Richardson from us I’d like to remember some of the shining moments of this dear lady’s life. Richardson, mid 50’s is survived by her husband Tim “The Tool Man”  Taylor of noted works, that movie where his dick was to big to fuck his wife, Star [...]

Friends don’t let friends make ritual blood oaths to unkown gods.

Well I went  to the Baja Bean in downtown Staunton last night with my friend Grail.
We went there to hang and to see Wren Magnum. This guy is a freakin’ spectacle. His schtick is basically doing old rockabilly covers and some kind of standup thing in between songs. He does a hell of a Johnny [...]

Just testing the wordpress admin interface with my blackberry. Not the best way to go about posting, but I’ll definitely use it again. Navigation wasn’t any different that browseing any other site through the Blackberry browser.

Just a pic of my newest tattoo. And by newest I mean my first.
Facta Non Verba is latin for “Deeds, Not Words” – which is the Snodgrass family modo.
I drew up the banner myself, clean up the line art in photoshop then my buddy Grail stabbed my with a needle for a couple of hours, [...]

This is just a blurb to show off my bitchin’ Soviet Era surplus gas mask I got in Budapest in November. If you need me I’ll be huffing out the apocalypse in the basement…