I’ve always hated Michael Jackson’s music. I’ve always hated pop / dance b.s. music ever since I was a kid. Even when MJ did that collab with Slash, that song sucked in my opinion. The only good thing MJ did for me musically was inspire some of these gems
Yo, ding dong, man, ding dong, yo

and of course, you cannot forget the song the paramedics were singing as they tried to revive the pedophile.
beat it!

Paddock is pretty beat up about the whole situation though. He wore his white glove and red leather jacket today and was crying a little bit when he came into work this morning. I’m not sure if he’ll get over it.

my opinion does not reflect the opinion of Rome SDS (just most of us)

Well, as we all knew, or as I knew…Shawn Dumont, designer extraordinaire, crumbled under the influence of big tobacco. Whether it was their influence in the movies as we’re told at the beginning of every film now, or Shawn’s lack of cable television at his house that would have allowed him to really soak in those “really makes you think” TRUTH commercials, he smoked, and now he’s getting a lower back henna tattoo, that will hopefully last for a good part of the summer. (See old blog post).

Anyway. We decided at first on a Rose tattoo, but I feel like there’s some leeway. So if anyone has an idea of something more humiliating we can ink on him, please email them over to Ron AT romesnowboards.com.

Hey Shawn, let’s go swimming! There’s going to be a ton of people there….you don’t want to go…why not man…. oh…oh yeah…

(yeah, that’s a Zune tattoo, unless you’re Bill Gates you’re probobly unware of what that is…)

Ice-T still rules. Sing along with me..

I got back from lunch and had these photos waiting for me… sent to me by a pal in the city of champions, Pittsburgh.
Hey Derek / Forrester, you like apples?

saw this and it made me want to go skate.

Tom Knox Day In The Life from londonboy on Vimeo.

He’s out there setting up with the folks at Windell’s

Dumont’s been watching the dog while Ron’s better half is at work… but you can’t teach an old dog (or young one for that matter) new tricks…

Well here’s Gracie camped out waiting for Ron to get back…

Note the lack of collar and leash…Gracie’s been known to hot-lap the office regularly when she’s here with Ron…notice how well behaved and calm she is without Ron here…Coincidence?

I really like food, so I kind of like grocery shopping because I think of how I’m going to be eating all the food that I’m buying.

I’m not anti-social, but I’m not a huge fan, of bumping into, and then re-bumping into someone at the supermarket, and then re-bumping and re-bumping. It sucks and it’s distracting. So I made some Dimitri Martin-esque photos to demonstrate some shopping options.

The first diagram is a worse case scenario. So you meet up on the left side, exchange some friendly banter, secretly you’re trying to escape the whole time and pick out some fruits and vegetables. Then the journey of criss-crossing begins. “Ho ho ho, hey again.”, “getting some rice I see…”, next isle, awkward eye contact, next aisle, a little fake cell phone talking, and then, you skip the bread aisle to escape, and he grabs bread quick and ends up in back of you in line. At this point, you’re pretty much forced to murder him. It’s not your fault your hand was forced.

This next move is called the Hail Mary. You meet up in the veggies again, and then you high tail it to the other end of the store. This move makes it so chances are; you’re only going to see your friend once more, which is tolerable. You do however run the risk of him pulling the same move. When two people Hail Mary, they’re then forced to shop together, proving to each other that they don’t hate the other person and weren’t trying to escape them by heading to the other side of the store.

The third and final maneuver is the only correct maneuver to pull. This move is called the Honda Shuffle. It’s called that because I drive a Honda. If you see the diagram below, after the initial meeting, I walk outside and sit in my car until chatty cathy in there is done buying groceries. Then I can go in and buy my damn Bagel Bites in peace.

As summer approaches I’m patiently waiting for this years new summer jam to get down to.  Or I was waiting, until last night that is when I found this song.  I know I’m not the first to find this song, but please enjoy…

Today marks the first day of the off season at Stowe Mountain. Making me feel a little bit bitter. Of course we had a really good last day, bluebird, warm weather, soft park and some brews and a bar-b-q going in the parking lot, so I guess I can only bitch so much, plus, I’m in heavy need of some healing since I’ve been pretty sore for the past month or so.

Anyways, here’s something funny I was thinking about. So the “Upper Decker” is a pretty traditional prank. If you don’t know what that is, google it.

The downfalls are, in the words of Brandon Dicamillo, “shit is rank”.

So here’s a more work friendly version of the upper decker.

If you fill the top tank with a bunch of red food coloring and other assorted non-crap crap, like the innards of an uncooked Italian sausage it could be pretty awesome.

Especially rad if that guy leaves without doing a glance back to make sure stuff went down ok. Then the next person will go in there, hopefully seeing the non-checker leave, and be like man, the toilets full of blood and flesh, what’s up with that guy.

Maybe it’s not that awesome, but really, what’s 2 minutes out of your day.

*Typically at the end of a Blog post, I would put a photo that would relate to what’s in the post. Instead, we’ll go with the photo of “Judgmental Cowboy Curtis”, if you think this was the wrong move, please google image “Dirty Toilet”, and you’ll know I did the right thing.

 

I found these equations by Craig Damraur

Thought some of them were pretty entertaining.

http://www.morenewmath.com/all/