Archive for July, 2011



15
Jul
11

Friday Song

Not sure if it’s just me but GODDAMN this week’s dragged on!

In times of strife like these, there’s only one thing to do really and that’s turn to the Bad Rabbits for some funked-up sheeit to make it all better.

The who-what-nows? I hear you say. The Bad Rabbits muthufukkah! Put it in you.

 

 

Kapow!

 

 

Have a killer weekend party people Winking smile

-ST

14
Jul
11

The Border Between Heaven And Earth

This was going to be a completely different post that I was halfway through writing when my blogging software just decided to up and die on me without even extending the courtesy of auto-saving even one goddamn sentence.

So instead I did what I always do when inspiration fails me, trawl the interwebs for random shit and after a solid three minutes of dicking around, I found something pretty cool.

There’s a place in Bolivia called Salar de’Uyuni which is the world’s largest salt flat.

For most of the year all this means is that the ground is really white and, well, completely flat, BUT during the rainy season the salt flats turn into a fucking gigantic natural mirror, perfectly reflecting the sky above it.

13
Jul
11

Evil Dead 4 Bitches! It’s Awn!

The Evil Dead series will always have a soft spot in my heart because I was about 16 the first time I saw them and it happened at Woodstock II back in ‘99.

Me and my long-time buddy Ricky T hit the second Woodstock festival in SA on a quiet Thursday morning when hardly anyone was there yet, set up camp badly and proceeded to get as trollied as humanly possible, as you do at rock festivals.

 

 

At one stage or another we lost each other (inevitable) and I stumbled around with a blonde girl whose name I don’t even vaguely begin to remember, but I’m pretty sure she was a friend of Ricky T’s.

12
Jul
11

Short Story: A Visit From Lenny

Lenny came creeping in the bar in a gigantic coat with the collar up and an old baseball cap pulled down so low I barely recognised him.

His head jerked awkwardly as he scanned the room like it was attached to him with a series of gears that were grinding and cracking under the strain.

For a second he looked like he was about to turn tail and bolt back into the street, half the bar was already staring at him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face and see if it looked anywhere near as dirty and destitute as the rest of him.

11
Jul
11

How Awesome Was The Weekend?

If you live in Cape Town and didn’t love the shit out of this last weekend, I would seriously recommend moving somewhere else.

It was glorious. The sun beamed down on a city full of happy Capetonians and people flocked to the beaches that surround us, J-Rab and I included.

We drove down to Clifton late afternoon yesterday and dipped our toes in the water (it’s still fucking freezing, so no surprises there).

We found a gigantic rock and climbed right to the top of it and took these pics:

 

 

 

08
Jul
11

It’s Friday. Here Are Hot Chicks.

I know this is usually Dan Nash’s thing (sorry charna, not ripping you off homes, just too damn lazy to actually write anything worth reading) but it’s been a long-ass week and I’d rather be vegetating right now than using my brain.

Still though I feel like I owe you guys, my loyal readers, something worth reading / gawking at.

So here ya go, enjoy Winking smile

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have a killer weekend party people Winking smile

-ST

07
Jul
11

The Highest I’ve Ever Been In My Goddamned Life

Compared to some, my drug rap sheet is pretty average.

A little this and that while I was at varsity, the same stuff everyone’s tried (except for the Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds – I’m probably the only person dumb enough to ever try those…), a few nights and days of rampant infectious craziness but that was it, I cashed out before I got in over my head and I’m fucking glad about that.

But ironically, the highest I’ve ever been came after that period in my life on a quiet summer evening when I was shot so full of drugs I slipped into a waking coma and emerged from it feeling like some kind of Messiah descended from heaven, God’s own son, sent to save the world by just loving everyone and everything in it with all my being.

06
Jul
11

Treefiddy Review: Foster The People – Torches

The Down Lizzo

Think of Foster The People as the happier, more carefree younger brother of MGMT. Both bands blend guitar and drum parts with thick, syrupy synth melodies and dreamy, echoey vocals, but where MGMT has a tendency to wade out into deeper, darker waters, Foster The People stays with both feet firmly planted on the bubble gum pink shores of indie pop.

 

Torches is as safe as a hug from your mom and is exactly the kind of album you’d expect from someone who, prior to starting the band, wrote jingles for TV ads.

05
Jul
11

Okes Who Like To Klap It #3 – Boychay On A Beach (NSFW)

Hazit charnas!

SlickTiger here with more pictures of OKES WHO LIKE TO KLAP IT!

Now I know what you’re probably thinking about the following oke who likes to klap it because trust me, I’m thinking the SAME FLIPPIN’ THING – it’s a bit flippin GAY to pose kaalgat for pictures on a beach, but FUCK OKES!

Can you seriously BLAME this charna?! Check out his flippin MASSIVE AND RIPPED QUADS BRU! The oke’s BUFF, so he likes to walk kaalgat on the beach, so what?!

 

 

A oke like that can flippin MOER you with a look ma boychay, a look like the one in this picture.

04
Jul
11

Dark Side Of The Lens

I’ve never surfed in my life but I don’t think you have to have surfed to appreciate this video.

I don’t know if it’s new or old and I’m sorry if you’ve seen it before but it’s one of the most powerful videos I’ve seen in a long time.

Nothing else I write about this can really do it any justice. So let’s cut to the chase already.

 

 

Beautiful.

-ST