Happy Halloween

you Halloweenies.

Spooky

Signs of life II, Portland

"Hardly any homeless!" says the hippy.
Yeah.
These are all over the place for kicks.


I was expecting a lot of clogs & beards.
Portland certainly didn't disappoint!




This kept the kids in line at Satyricon.


Now, we all know scribbling on walls is just graffiti



unless, of course, someone is paying you to do it.


And sometimes, you have to take its advice.

Being from Boston, where the zoning is so strict you can't even talk about strip clubs in certain parts, I found it odd that some of them looked like book stores....

while some of the book stores looked like....well, OK this one was legit, but it could have fit right in back home.

Of course, some were a little more obvious.








So....yeah, Portland is weird....just....not the kind of weird they want.

Oh yeah!

Did I forget to mention the total failure I had a few months ago?
Apparently this:

was not the right way to channel the gas tank I made for my own little shovel project.
Oops.
It's back to the parts box apparently.
Anyone have a spare 1/12 tank lying around?
I'm such a loser.

Better late than never

So....I started my spring project today.
Something's gonna happen.

40 bands, 4 bars and not 1 mention of.....

We were in Portland, Oregon for God's sake.
Thee Vicars absolutely stole the show.
Cococoma was the most impressive band I've seen on a long time.
I found out that I much prefer The Black Lips live over their recordings.
There's never a dull moment with King Khan and yet no one, that I heard anyhow, mentioned being in Paul Revere and the Raiders' stomping grounds.
Now, I had my choice of performance clips to post but this is a top 10 all time favorite song....perhaps even top 5.

R.I.P. ....again

This time it's Soupy.
I've never bought in to "Fame" but if there's one guy I really wanted to meet, it was Soupy Sales.

Portland loves its neon

And you know, I can't think of anything better to make signs from.








Even the cops are in to it.

PortBland

The hippy sitting next to me on the plane was from Portland.
Said, "There's hardly any homeless people."
Turns out, that was his idea of a practical joke.
It just had to be.
Homeless, strip clubs, neon & hipsters...that's all there is.
HOWEVER it was a great freakin time.
Really cool old buildings, a great history (if you like kidnapping) good music, fan-freakin-tastic food everywhere you turn, and a "Chinatown" with all of about 10 Chinese people. (Which explained why the big restaurant was "The House of Louie")
This is what we saw from the hotel.

Gone Daddy, gone....

I'm off to Portland, OR.
Be back Tuesday.

Why anyone would buy a Metallica album is beyond me.

Especially when you can get good music here.

This is becoming a daily thing

I may have to change the name of this place to "Deathwatch"

R.I.P......apparently.

Brendan Mullen

R.I.P.

I've got your Noble Piece right here!

Seriously, quit your bitching.
There's far more important things to worry about.
Like where your next Dickies song is coming from.

LARP

Or, Live Action Role Playing.
This came up over on Thee Missinglink's blog.
I know the world is kind of acronym heavy these days, but this one can be pretty useful.
You can easily use it to describe that part of our society that likes to play "Dress up" to escape the grind of an otherwise mundane life.
You know the types.
They're "Actors" in your local ren fair, Colonists rebelling against a King, people who make old fashioned facial hair work for them, crappy bands with an upright player that are somehow considered "Something-A-Billy" and of course, these guys:

They might sit in an office all week long but brother man, by the time that ol' weekend rolls around, they live to ride.

I seem to have taken up a new hobby

I've had this weird cough for awhile now, so in an attempt to clear my lungs I've been getting up in the morning and walking through the woods near my house.
That's right, walking, not hiking.
Hiking is for guys with beards & people who wear sandals.





I didn't notice this picture 'till I got home.
How many faces do you see?