Stir the Poo

Out of Hood, and back in Tahoe. The next step is to decide whether to go to SF for a night or not. I don't really have to be in San Diego until Monday, and as much as I like driving, sitting still for another 10 hours doesn't sound so appealing right this moment. Plus SF has great food, and I like to eat. But it's definetly weird to be in Tahoe and there's no snow. It's still cold at night, but during the day I barely recognize the place. Joe's dog thinks it's a rooster.

Pictured is a flyer from Dave Carnie's new project, The Future Magazine, and I'm stoked on it. Carnie was the editor of what was by far the most entertaining rag in all of skateboarding, let alone snow/skate/surf: Big Brother. Big Brother also dished out one of my fav skate flicks of all time, boob, 3rd in a series starting with crap, number 2, and shit. The Big Brother vids undoubtedly layed the groundwork for MTV's Jackass. Hell Johnny Knoxville is IN boob. And let's not forget Carnie's skateboard company, Whale Cock, and it's first "pro" rider, Morrissey. What makes Carnie's work, if you call it that, great is that it mixes equal portions of honesty, opinion, and wit, then wraps it in his humor (often times self-depricating) and covers it all in chocolate sauce. Mmm, choco... He pulls no punches, and would probably punch a nun. Ok, maybe he wouldn't. Unless it was a donkey punch. Hell, Steve compared Shaun White to Rocky Dennis from the movie Mask. Harsh? Maybe. But at least someone relatively close to the industry is willing to make a joke and stir up some shit.