I think at some point in their development, every little boy just knowsthat someday he’ll grow up and ride a motorcycle. Maybe it’s the steady influx of heroes like Evel Knievel, Ponch and Jon of CHiPs or the Hell’s Angels, but it seems like there were a lot of tykes who were just ready as hell to get out on …
He was smart, he was wise, he’d profoundly philosophize…
[wpaudio url=”http://www.notwiththatface.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/19-Out-of-the-Window.mp3″ text=”Violent Femmes – Out the Window” dl=”0″] In November 1993 my roommate to be and I jumped in his small Toyota pickup and headed off down to Austin to see the Violent Femmes play at Liberty Lunch. This was my first outing to Austin to see a show and I kicked off my long long string of Austin shows …
Ooncha-Squeek-Ooncha-Squeek
I think it goes without saying that the singular thing that has been missing from raver action for the past several decades is the inclusion of more rodentia. Sure, you’ve always had that strange kid with the serious buck teeth X’ed out of his gourd and gnawing on the side of a table, but that’s just not the same. What …
Gimmee, Gimmee, Gimmee!
I’m a horribly hard person to buy presents for. First off, I generally buy whatever I get a hankerin’ for and nip the whole concept of waiting to receive something totally in the bud. I’m all about the instant gratification. I know, I know, patience is a virtue and all that shit, but I really suck at it. Since I’m …
Venue Shmenu
Throughout my college years I was fortunate enough to be situated in absolutely the right place in Texas to watch amazing things happen to me: Waco. Sure there was all that Branch Davidian stuff when I was a freshman at Baylor University, but there was a lot of other really incredible stuff as well: 100 miles North, Dallas; 100 miles …
Ooooh, shiny!
I’m the first to admit it: I’m a hoarder. Worse than that, I have tendencies towards being a completist hoarder. That’s the worst kind there is. Anyone who has been near my home “workspace” can tell you: I’m just a spark away from a fiery inferno of vinyl death. Probably my only saving grace in all of this is that …
You always knew Velma was the badass of the group
It’s undeniable. Any Scooby-head worth their salt always knew to look out for Velma. Now, Travis Pitts (who does some freakin’ amazing designs) and Threadless put out what could be one of the best Scooby-related articles of clothing yet. This Velma could probably even give Buffy, Wichita and even Eden Sinclair a run for their money. This shirt deserves to be …
Jawa Garden Gnome?!?!?!
You have got to be kidding me! I’m not sure if I should weep for joy at the fact that I can have creepy little Jawas all over my nonexistent garden, or be pissed off at the blatant disregard for standard continuity that this polystone monstrosity represents. Â Pardon my geekout, but no damn Jawa would be caught dead watering …
OK, so maybe I have a problem
When I was around twelve years old, my friends and I would hop on our bikes (a remarkably heavy yellow Schwinn hand-me-down in my case) and ride down to the grungy old used book/comic book store that was a tiny gas station in a previous life. Thanks to a massive loss of brain cells in the past 20+ years, I cannot, …