Lately I've been practicing my disc throwing abilities at a nearby park. I guess that I feel like I should be able to control anything in the shape of a circle. I'm getting better but I still need alot of work. If you ever see a guy that looks like me, alone in a park, throwing a frisbee as hard as he can, be sure to honk your horn and give him the bird. 

Rock it! 

WTF? 

I want to have a painting of this picture hanging over my fireplace when I'm old. Me and Greyboy have noble expressions on our faces, as if we were in midieval times. Lucky for me, I also have a Prince Valliant hair-style going.

It's very important to have a night-light plugged in your bedroom to avoid potentially becoming scared. Being scared is for suckers. 

D.J. Shanty as open-mouthed blank-stare man.

Mike Danner as the bass hum over the beat drum. 

Daniel Fisher as the b-boy scientific.

Mark Dago as Mr. November coming around third base.

Check out the bitchin picture on my new golf disc. Can't you just imagine this as a full back piece. I should talk to the guys at Island Style Tattoo about a price. Six hours of pain would be worth the glory of having this warrior at your side. 

Last night I just happened to notice what a strange collection of things that I have displayed on one of my shelves. I originally intended it for records only, but it somehow became this. 

Thanks to my sisters for the bag of lil Romeo rap snacks, straight from a 7-11 in Seattle. I can't bring myself to eat them.  

I'm pictured here deejaying at Muse Music. I was suprised to hear that yesterday was their last night. It was a great venue and it'll be missed.  

Emcee Mark Dagobah. Don't blink or you might miss him! 

This is how the Numbs share, and come up with our plans and ideas. Me and Gunnars brain waves have now combined to form an ultra-sonic mind ray. It's a Voltron thing.