Drive this Seven Inch Stake...

through this cobweb-filled blog. After a good run, I think it's finally time to put this thing to rest.

But in celebration of end times, I've cooked up a photo-zine of some different shots from the blog along with some quotes from some hardcore bands I'm partial to, and limited to 30 copies (translation: there will not be more than thirty people wanting one). Entitled Death Tens, it's got a cardstock cover, it's 22 pages of xeroxed goodness. The fact that the cover encompasses Miki Dora and the Black Flag bars should give you a pretty good idea of what's inside. If you're interested in snagging a copy, it's a $1 in person, $2 bucks through mail or paypal, or a good old fashion zine trade. Shoot me an email, if you want one.

I wish more people still did the whole zine thing, because I feel like its a lost art. I remember walking into Double Decker Records and being stoked on being able to pick out a zine or two to take home with my records, pretty much on every trip. So if you think mine sucks, get on it and make one.

Catch the Flashback

Do not adjust the computer monitor. Yes, those are NKOTB mugs and the picture was taken in 2009. As to why the good people at the school holiday sale decided to push mugs that were twenty years old (I checked the copyright: '89 and feelin' fine), we won't ever know. Most popular comment overheard at the sale- "I'm getting one for my mom! She used to be a fan!". Somewhere Donny Walhberg is smiling.

Newspaper Tragedy

Our community newspaper has started covering surfing, I guess because its the summertime or something. It gives some coverage to the OLC team challenge which took place at the end of May in the latter part of the article. Despite spelling names and teams wrong, it was good to see the event get some coverage.

The Road to Hell

I have been meaning to get a picture of this road sign for some time now and last weekend, I finally got it. Located back in the wooded wilds where Atlantic and Cape May county meet is the blackest road in all of New Jersey.


Just to prove there's no photoshopping involved:


I feel confident that if Danzig ever moves south, I know where he would live.