The H Party

If you were there, ya probably couldn't hang with the spodies. If ya missed it, I'll leave you to handle the repercussions following your decision to stay at home to carve a pumpkin with a butter knife and plastic spoon. Here are a few pics to one of the best parties gone down in October.

With more. CLICK HERE...if you dare

The party never stops sleeping. Huge propers to the 25 characters who danced wildly and entertained the mobilians under the streetlights of 80th.
And shouts to the neighbor and all for making the forgetful unforgettable
through the digital eye.

I got a Fremont 5 on it!

For some, Sundays are for R & R. For others, booze and pig balls. And then there's those whose hypertwitching limbs force them to leap off couches and walk towards the Center of the Universe, otherwise known as Fremont.

With a Sunday morning on my plate, I decided to follow the path of the hypertwitchers before me and make it over to the Fremont Sunday Market, a flea market filled with authentic and weathered 80s and 90s concert tshirts, Soviet badges and ushankas, and Dante's inferno hot link dogs among other forgotten heirlooms and bedside kitsch.

I brought with me $5 and mosied through the closed-off street block planning my approach to stretch the American dollar. Here is a look at how I traded away my green.

A. Wood pelican note holder: $2
B. Watermelon paperweight: $2
C. Cricketzz magnets: $1

Who says you can't do anything with $5? Now the fun part: Pairing the new additions with a functional task.*

*$100 bill acquired separately.

Rocket Men

Just Living it's what we do. We disappear periodically but that's only because we continue to challenge ourselves through random placement into wild, animated, and foreign and alien spacescapes.

Take these two astronauts for example. Stuck for 20 days hovering somewhere near Nebular 9, they've come to the reality that sanity is rocking out to Elton John covers. Lyrics have been adjusted slightly to make sense to the fair drunk. Enjoy.

Off the record, Just Living is learning some new tricks.

Saguaro Lake, Zona. This was the practice before the cliff jump, for the 75 foot cliff jump, for the 75 foot cliff jump that we never found. Thank the Lord we didn't find that cliff.

Crowd closer, we're all friends here.

    People are beginning to line up outside our porch steps for the last thread in our highly coveted World Series. 1 season + 5 threads = JST LVG World Series. We'll give you a few hints as to what's on the undersmell.

Rockintelligence happenin Down Under as we speak. Brunswick one.

Dried and salted

    Houses are breathing, heartbeating, historical diaries. The older they are, the more creepy, quiet voices seem to call you from within the over-crack-painted walls. This happened to me one evening, but after listening carefully, I soon found out that all they wanted was some of my jerk chicken and fried plantains.

    Since, I've been spending my time analyzing each and every corner of my new space, partially to search out these lost voices, but mostly to make sure I'm not the first to fall off the back porch steps via a miscount during the housewarming.

    However so, here is what I originally hopped on to inform all about. Pics of the actual colorways for the fourth shirt of our World Series: Philippines. Do you hear me?

Dryin em out, just like toyo farmers. BYO alamang.

King Cutlass' Disappearing Act

King Cutlass is a whack magician. He performed a while back at the World Magic Championships in St. Tropez and executed better than the Davids (Blaine, Copperfield, and Bowie). It was good form up until the exit trick. During the vanishing finale, the King forgot his magical Essence of Return powder and found himself at the gates of Purgatory. It took two months on the waiting list, wherein he spent his time washing steel bars, before his fate was decided. But he's back now and with a few new experiences for your mind. Get massaged.

ADULT CONTENT: READERS BEWARE!
Virgins KEEP OUT! Read it HERE

Don't say I didn't warn you.
Welcome back King.

Jayofornia Living

No excuse for jetlag

It's been too long since we last visited the site. But there's no excuse here, just a bit of jetlag from all the events taking place at once. But at this pace, we'll be ready for that Boston Marathon in no time. So here's a flicker of the newest yet always improvin. Philippines #4 of 5, on the flesh.

Can't find the other new? We'll let you know in a couple of weeks.

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And then there was Seattle Hempfest 2007.