CRETIN: /kret'in/, /kree'tn/, n.
Congenital loser; an obnoxious person; someone who can't do anything right

CONCRETIN: /kahn'kret'in/, /kahn'kree'tn/, n.
Cretin who loves to skate concrete

Saturday, September 26, 2009

WidowMaker Jam Session

So I lucked out, if you will, and didn't have to drive to "almost Wisconsin" last weekend. Sorry we missed the wedding, and sorry Alice had so much class work to do, but I certainly didn't miss the 12 hours on the road.

I strolled up to the WidowMaker about 9:00 Friday night. It was lit up like a beacon of stoke in the dark night. And the rippage was ON!

I had a decent session, and only pulled a few of my standards, but on that ramp, that's a big deal for me. It's big, smooth, fast and skeery. Travis was there representin' FROs. Martinez was there, keepin' a chair from floating away, I never saw him skate, not one run. :P Also present were Radly, Dane, Mike (from Lexington) and a few other locals whom I've met before at similar sessions, where we all skate more than we talk... and skate we did. I didn't take alot of photos. Sorry you missed it. Thanks for hosting Phil.

One of many smooth frontside 5-0s by Andy. (of

Dane makes it look all too easy. This is a boneless, BEFORE he pauses on the deck. Kinda like a Judo Air to Boneless. Yea, he can skeet.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Introducing RUBY!

Because every team needs a Ruby!

Junior and Patricia signed for a delivery on Monday, Sept. 14th at 8:51 pm. 8 lbs 2 oz, 21 inches long. Momma, Poppa and baby are well and at home learning how to live life with no sleep.

-Babies come with hats.

Welcome to the planet Ruby June! We're glad you're here. And welcome to the Journey J&P...

Life is grand.

Monday, September 07, 2009

It's the Zach show...

...and it came to the Barnacle. One session only... sorry you missed it... 'Twas most entertaining.

-He's a dancin' dancin' dancin' machine... watch him get down...

-Zach ain't afeared o' no vert.

-Yes, this is a make. A varial thingy jump back on right back into tranny.

-This is some bizarre rock-n-roll, roll onto your back, and then roll back in... it's funny lookin' but still gnar. That's a foot o' vert up there, and a deck only maybe a foot wide. (Zach considered a bonk in, and then decided that would be unhealthy.)

A few other skaters did some tricks.

-The Professor busted out the backside boneless.

-F.R.O. is pushing higher on the FS.

-And tossin' out the sweeper hop. (note Kookness in the background - nice)

-I got a couple Rocks on the wall, stoke fer me!

Not pictured were Bill, Adam, and Skidzilla. Bill was bustin' his 50-50s and a few rock-n-rolls, and Adam made some noise on the coping this session too, and we're gonna whoop him if he doesn't stay on his rocks-n-rolls next session! And damn, Skidzilla, you're killin' me Holmes. I have watched this old man progress SOOO much over the last 5 or so years, but this last year has been phenomenal. He looked more comfortable on his board this session than I've ever seen him. Can't wait to skate Cali with ya bro.

I love skateboarding. (And yes, this post was made by Nikoli, less than 24 hours after the session. Believe it.)

Friday, September 04, 2009

Check, Double Check

Question: How old should a boy be before he is allowed to have a pocket knife?

Answer: (In Gibzilla's case) More than Nine.

Furthering my adventures as Uber-Dad, I found myself at the Pediatric Prompt Care with The Boy yesterday. Gibzilla managed to fillet open his right index finger while whittling away at an eraser during quiet time in his room. Needless to say quiet time ended promptly and became scream-time. That's about when I got the call to come home instead of going to the grocery that, as Uber-Husband, I so generously offered to do. Since I gave him the knife (and three others that we apparently agreed he shouldn't have yet), it was my duty to get him to the doctor to get it checked out. He was a brave, tough dude and got 4 stitches on the spot.

So, Gib got to a couple more punches in his card. Keep chuggin Gib! You'll get there, buddy.