Firebird Friday

Yeah, it is Firebird Friday...

Because I said so.

Don't act like Firebirds are uncool mullet machines...

Firebirds are fuckin' awesome.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, I watched Smokey and the Bandit last weekend.

The first one, not the stupid one with the elephant or the other one.

God, the purity of the first Smokey and the Bandit is amazing.

They sure don't make movies like that anymore...

Read through this for some of the plot points.

As the movie begins, rich Texan Big Enos Burdette (Pat McCormick) and his son, Little Enos (Paul Williams), are trying to find a truck driver willing to haul Coors beer to Georgia for their refreshment. Unfortunately, due to federal liquor laws and state liquor tax regulations of the time, selling and/or shipping Coors east of the Mississippi River was considered bootlegging, and the truck drivers who had taken the bet previously had been discovered and arrested by "Smokey" (truck driver and CB slang for highway patrolmen). At a local truck rodeo, the Texans locate legendary truck driver Bo "Bandit" Darville (Burt Reynolds) and offer him US$80,000 (US$270,000 in 2007 dollars), the price of a new truck, to haul 400 cases of Coors beer from Texarkana, Texas (the easternmost part of the country where Coors was legal) to the "Southern Classic" truck rodeo in Georgia— in 28 hours. Bandit accepts the bet and recruits fellow trucker Cletus "Snowman" Snow (Jerry Reed) to drive the truck (Snow brings along his dog, a Basset Hound named "Fred", for company). Bandit purchases a black Pontiac Trans Am, which he will drive himself as a "blocker" car to deflect attention away from the truck and its cargo.

I mean really!

It is a movie about a show-off trucker/bum, his buddy called Snowman and some random chic hitchhiker bootlegging Coors!

And they are chased by Jackie Gleason!

Smokey and the Bandit is a cinematic triumph.

It didn't take millions of dollars worth of CGI shit, 3D or years to produce.

Nope...

Just some dudes with mustaches, Sally Fields, a basset hound.

And a sweet Firebird.

Kwackers

I am fairly sure there is a serious conversation about lines and braking and cornering going on right here.

The guy with his back to us I likely explaining how the guy on the Kawasaki perhaps was a bit too enthusiastic about gaining position.

I would additionally guess the three guys in the background are part of the Kawasaki team and are about to suggest lunch, right after they get the grease off of their hands by washing them in the blood from the other guys face.

Afterwards, I imagine they will rock out to some Queen.

According to their hats, they are the champions.

Peace

Little Guys

“Homunculus” a creepy experimental stop-motion film created over a 4 month period by the directing collaborative Hydra at the New York based production company Humble.

Conceived of and directed by Sam Stephens, Homunculus is a dark and twisted fable of spontaneous generation and untrammeled id. Taking its title from the Latin word for “Little Human”, the piece is an associative mashup between the two concepts behind the word: The first being middle-age alchemical beliefs that “little men” could be spontaneous generated from dead or decaying matter. The second being Carl Jung’s usage as a personification of pure id. These ideas, combined with our love of Dutch still life’s “beautiful decay,” sowed the seeds for this unique little monster of a film.

Lifted completely and directly from Laughing Squid.

I couldn't help but notice visual similarities to KVC's descriptions of her "little guys."

Taco Truck Tuesday

Today Rocks!

Almost as much as this image.

2010 with the T

It is another year.
Another year in which I might drive the T around...










The headers are painted now.
I figured that painting them made sense.
I am not gonna afford chrome.
Not this year.
And I think they make sense with paint.

I am no dandy, after all...


I made a center for the steering wheel, too.
So, now when you turn it the wheels turn.

The outer bit was some after-market MG bit, which hung in some guys garage for years.
The age of it matches my nut-job aesthetic.
I think...
Combined, the whole deal seems like a part of the whole.



I have been sorta interested in the premise of the "Golden Mean" lately.
I have discovered that there is some of that math in the ratio of things on the T.

Totally accidental, on my part.

Or maybe, selective measuring.

But it is there, which I find interesting.


So, the T just keeps existing.
I try to influence it to my vision.
Still...

Earthquake?

Yeah, I guess we have had some shaking going on out here...

But we're fine.


It is how we roll out here, on the West Side.



Like a six-four Impala on hydros.
A Bakersfield trucker on No-Doze.
Mackin' fake titty bitches from reality shows.
We are rollin' with how it goes.

Snoop Dogg tree smoking.
Larry David's bad show joking.

We are flipping switches.
Chilling daft prison snitches.

A 6.5 shaker ain't no impetus,
For all you folks to sweat for us.




Things are as per usual, here.

Let's Talk About It

No No No

Well, This is Depressing

We're eight years in to this whole Afghanistan thing.

Remember that deal?

We sent a few troops there to fight the war on terror.

Capture the bad guy.

Remember?

We were looking for that bad guy.

The one who might have been in Afghanistan, not the other guy in Iraq.

Guys who are kind of important in the whole thing that we are still screwing with in Afghanistan, like generals, are not feeling so good about how it's going.

Still...

After eight years.

And they are talking about it via some unusual channels.

If you have not, perhaps you should read what they have to say.

It is only twenty some pages.