pics de la mad maximillion

madars' buddy, mad max, is in town, and snapped some candid shots.  check 'em out.

here, travisimo sits on a bar and watches as simo snaps some goodies over a pole.  

"we've got a jumper...and it looks like he's playing with himself up there"

her's lookin' at you, kid.

simo fronna feeble through le humper in a lineski while madars wishes he had a hat on so he'd fit in

myself and madarston, on twinkle's balcony

thanks, maxi.  gooooooooood lookers.  i thought maybe you'd fall over this terrace, but you proved me wrong.  shine on!!!

what's up, beaaaaach?!? and more...

here's a view from the couch where i update posts.  ooh la la.

went searching for new territory the other day, came up on a couple of gems.  one was right at this beach.  this ship definitely got it's bgp's in.

this sand is the closest i'll be to desert for a while.

jugglers for all you juggalos out there.

dino has hacked his mop for the first time since he was a wee baby

we found this spot on the outskirts of town.  triple bankerston.

nice new gap for the jumpers

natural trannies.  tuukka gets his backside snaps in

all the same spot, tuukka glides through a front nose.  a good warm up for what he got a bit later.

simo back tails over the dirt before slashing his shin to the bone and getting arrested, as you'll read about if you scroll to the last post.

who's gonna get busy on this curved ledge?  only time will tell.  i'm bankin on marty to come through pretty tough.

looking like a true finnish warrior, simo makes a bandage out of an old filmbot sticker that was in my bag.  stanfee, where's photo incentive burritos for blogs?

i think he may have been over me taking pics of his leg.

on our way to the columbus statue, we stopped to check out the new wallride off of las ramblas

new reason to celebrate columbus day

wednesday, we decided to take a train outside of the city and just kinda get lost.  we'd heard of a plaza waaaaay out on the outskirts of the city, so we kinda just went for it, but were unsure if we were on the right train or not.  we'd probably trekked out for a good 36 minutes by train, and almost gave up hope, throwing in the towel at the next stop.  well, luckily for us, our towel was thrown just at the perfect time, as it dropped us at our original destination.  we checked out a couple of spots, dino gashed his shin open, tuukka got his trick, and we were off.  we went back to the city center, and i almost just called it a day, but simo wanted to try and get one last trick for the day.  he'd seen this monument of christopher colombus, and had a trick in mind.  so we went there, he handled business, and was then escorted off in a police car.  they got his board, but we got the trick.  columbus would have liked the trick.

mi apartmento en barcelona

hola, muchachos!  que tal?

well, since i have moved here to barcelona, and am finally settled in, i figured i should give you all a grand tour of the new crio.  it's been one week as of today, and i can't say that i have any complaints thus far.

we'll start the tour here, in the guest room.  this couch is not here anymore, and there's a dresser in there, but there is still a bed in here, too.

our living quarters.  chill zone with plenty of room to move around.

and to the left, our cocina.

peeking back there, you'll see the romance zone.  that lil tv has been replaced with an equally small flat screen.  wowwie wa wa!

now that i sit here, i notice that we have a different coffee table there now, and that one's on tha side of the couch.

kitchin'!  i'm pretty sure that bottle of vino had been slugged prior to our moving in...but don't be scared, we've tackled our fair share...

we have a different drying rack than the one shown.  you can kinda see our washing machine that's yet to get used.

a bed i can actually get a decent sleep in.  miracle.

bed and light.

looks like lots of natural light shining through.  photoshop sure does wonders.  our view is a giant white wall.

we have a bigger, better dresser/closet now.  pretty gangst slider doors.  i think i own 1/8th of the goods in it.

the view out the door towards the entry/guest bath.

balls will hang.  it's their nature, i guess.

our animal print curtain and the throne.  nice sized sink provides for mid day frenchie showering and a pretty good catcher of falling facial hair during a shave.  

well, that's the tour.

NOW GET THA HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!

rest in peace, briney.

tonight, while browsing around the world wide bummer, i came across some extremely sad news about a dear old friend of mine, brian riney.

i've known brian for 12 years now.  he used to pick me up back in the day to go skating after school.  he helped me learn the basics of my video camera, and we'd always film together.  

some of my fondest memories with brian are just jamming around town, getting into trouble, while listening to his mix tape of violent femmes, method man, and some random nerf herder thrown in the mix.  i'm pretty sure that tape never left his cassette player.

many great times were had with my friend, but in the last few years, he'd been going through some hard times, ultimately taking his own life on 19 april, 2009.

my heart goes out to his mom and dad, both amazing people with nothing but love and support for their children.  it must be terrible to have to deal with such a tragic loss.

i hope you're in a better place now, briney.

love ya, man...

Riney, Brian Gregory

Brian Gregory Riney, age 28, found his peace on Sunday, April 19, 2009. Brian was a Phoenix native, and he loved the beautiful deserts and mountains of Arizona. He is survived by his devoted parents Greg and Rose Riney, his sister Jennifer Riney Sparlin, his fiancé Sarah Crawford, his grandmother Dolores Shriver Smith, his niece Killian Sparlin and numerous loving aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. Brian's deeply sensitive and kindhearted soul will be greatly missed until the day that we are all reunited in Heaven. A Memorial Vigil will be held on Sunday, April 26, from 4:00-6:00 pm, at Whitney & Murphy Funeral Home, 4800 E. Indian School Road in Phoenix. Time will be reserved for those who wish to share stories of Brian's life. The Funeral and Reception will begin Monday, April 27, at 11:00 am, at St. Theresa Catholic Church at 5045 E. Thomas Road in Phoenix. All who knew and loved Brian are encouraged to attend services on both days. Donations to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (www.afsp.org) made in Brian's name are appreciatively accepted in lieu of flowers. Brian's family will be a part of opening the new Phoenix Chapter of AFSP.

priorities

life is gooooood!

for those who don't know yet, i've packed my junk and moved to barcelona.  first thing's first...find the nearest clara!  ahhhhhhh...tha good times!

for tha goose, the one i love.

jesse's been on my back, as he's the only one who checks my blog anyway.  hi, jesse!  well, i guess madars checks it too, which is cool.

found this one on my camera, it's a pic oscar apparently drew of me when i was out of town.  thanks, oc.

bang warehouse sesh.  micah bs tails.

and another one...

goose kf 5-0

went to this gnarler today, mantton hid beneath the flower booth curtain to get tha shot.

dominique shot this one or madars for me, as i was behind tha lens.  first spot of my new adventure.  very nice!

mantton attracted the flower lady.  he has his way with the gals.

look at how hyped mantton is after madars nailed it!  tomorrow maybe some more goods at this spot?

clean up down there, already!  we're trying to git down.

clean up!

warm up snapper

more tomorrow?  sorry, jesse, prolly not!  harp at me again next week?

a few more video snippets from the vaults...

here's an airplane crushing over the river while my poops and i strolled through the rugged waters in portland next to their place.  gangst.  it was a while ago.

here's an angel doing a boozer flip, almost.  greg-o was tha last person i seen before my depart to spain.  he called me from the airport as i was trying to find my gate, told me he was in the airport, and bought me a beer.  thanks, greggy!  this bud's for you!

missing in action as of late, frenchie bastard does a sweeper at the gauntlet.

here's pt.2 of the dance festivities...

out of order, but here's pt.1!  this was back in november, while i was visiting barcelona, hanging with the boys simo and madars, i'm guessing after the two of them rifled off six tricks a piece.  good tunes at uni!  this is a block away from my new apartment!

scottalk video

yesterday it was raining, so we made a music video for fun.  this is off of micah's scottalk album...

Bolts from micah hollinger on Vimeo.

phone pics...

i found some pics from my phone that needed to be brought to light.  some forgotten memories, and some i wish i could forget.

here, the boys sit and watch as brandon back smiths the ledge to gap.

here, killahoe chows down on quite the come-up.  chuckbox ran out of normal burgers, so they hooked us up with the really big ones.  heyyyyyyyyy...

look at 'er.

squintz on a poker night

toast and his crazy eyes

dallas cruising to downtown

chris reflecting on good times

greg always chilling.  look at that hair, heh heh.

i told you that we went go-kart racing...

en route to powell's "fun" premier.  whitney, jam, gonzo, nizzla, and marty ride the light rail

as do the detroit connection

alma, leaves, and nasty

ian, tarah, and alma

shannon and dallas

after party status with the ol' goose

i ask myself, "why does thine goose kiss thine cerveza?"

just before going to bed on this easter-eve, i was prepping for a good ol' tooth brushing.  this rat bastard was milling about in my sink.

...which caused my dreams to be full of fear, and was sparce.  demons.