Jackpot

I found the motherload! If I don't post again within 3 days don't come looking for me.

Dubplate

My brother from another mother Ishomatic hit me with this picture he took the other day of a Jaguar he saw with a license plate that said reggae. Now that's a fucking Dubplate you know what I mean! Respect brother!

Woah

This is the most severe case of ADHD I have ever seen. He even had the two kids pulling him back and forth in different directions while he butchered Raffi songs. I think I've lost my faith in God.

Seriously...

No, seriously, I thought ICP was dead. WTF!? I wish I had frontal shot the kid had on these huge aviators and an ICP hat. For a split second I thought about gouging out my eyes.

Watch yourself

Who hates cameras?

This Guy.

Vegas part deux

Sorry everyone for the hold up on posting up the second half of my misadventures in Vegas. I've been busy with trying to sort everything out for my first official release, which is coming out on La Folia Records. I'll have more info for everyone when the actual release date is confirmed. Anyways let me give you a recap on Vegas...

So our second night there actually included a suite across the street at the Venetian. Mr. Nick Schonberger and myself grabbed our bags from our brief stay at the Mirage and walked over to our new home. We dropped off our bags and met up with High Snobiety's new editor Mr Pete Williams who joined us all the way from Ottowa. From there we hit the show room floor at the Las Vegas Convention center to peep the MAGIC/SLATE & POOL trade shows.
Here's a few shots of some of my experiences at the trade show for more hit up High Snob & Selectism. The first is of some dope mural that was being painted. I didn't have a chance to stop and ask what the deal was but I happy to get to peep something unexpected.
Then we stopped into the press lounge for our goodie bags. And well, there wasn't much goodness to them. We also received this iced coffee drink called Bustelo that was less than mediocre. But don't tell them that because everyone there was incredibly nice to us. Hey, what can I say they tried right?
Then it was back to the showroom floor and we were very lucky to discover this fine gem. A camouflage tuxedo. Yes thats correct a camouflage tuxedo. If you don't believe me click here.
After all our hard work we finally had dinner at a spot I won't say because none of us felt very good after. But let's just say we didn't feel like we got our FIX. Then we hit the Hard Rock for a party sponsored by Stussy with Damn Funk and this amazing band where there were 3-4 girls playing brass instruments. I know you can't see it in the photo but I couldnt get any closer because the party was mobbed! Thank you Stussy for the great time. Then we hit the casino floor for a bit before heading back to our suite to crash. Wow what a day!
But before I knew it my time in Vegas was just about up. So I caught a shuttle back to Maccarran International Airport with Nick. We hit up this spot called Don Alejandro's for a last meal together.

I waited almost 40 minutes for this plate of French Toast with bacon. Also it should be noted that our silverware was made of plastic. NOt impressed...
Then of course I had a few more minutes to kill before boarding my flight so I took a stab at the Triple DoubleWild Cherry and I turned my $1 into $5. Sweet goodness I hit it big here in Vegas.
But of course no trip is complete without a layover in some other city. I had almost 2 hours to kill at Chicago's O'hare so I walked around for a bit and I saw "Nuts on Clark". Yeah childish I know but I almost fell over laughing when this caught my eye.

Misadventures in the City of Sin...

Vegas

Sunday evening I caught a flight out to Las Vegas with a brief lay-over in Denver. My flight to Denver was delayed about 25 minutes so I had to do a bit of a scramble from one gate to the other to catch my connecting flight. However, the Denver International Airport had clean bathrooms and very nicely scented hand soap.

Welcome to Las Vegas courtesy of Maccarran International Airport!

The view from our room at the Mirage.

8am poolside before we hit the Las Vegas Convention center. For more info on what we saw peep High Snobiety & Selectism

Out and about

So I'm riding gunner as we cruise to our destination and we end up behind this guy. First thought that hits our minds is that it might stand for I Hate The Fucking Police. Hmmm... Well we weren't too far off from what came up when we googled it. There was actually something in Wikipedia on this abbreviation and it comes close to home for all my Boston/Cambridge geeks. Imagine that! Here it is coming straight at ya!

IHTFP is an abbreviation for the phrase I Hate This Fucking Place^[1] and is most frequently associated with Hacks at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. It is often used to sign hacks and also appears each year on the MIT class ring. Professor Samuel Jay Keyser^[2] has said that it should not be taken literally but as an expression of rebellion against, and love for, MIT.

There are several backronyms used at MIT and other institutions:

• MIT "Interesting Hacks To Fascinate People"
• United States Air Force Academy (from 1960's^{[citation needed]}, alternative: "I'm here to fly planes.")
• United States Naval Academy (1965^{[citation needed]}, alternative: "I Hope There's Friday Parade")
• United States Military Academy (Alternative: "I Have Truly Found Paradise")
• United States Coast Guard Academy
• MIT (Alternative: "I Have Truly Found Paradise")

Then I check my inbox and low and behold a good friend hits me with a complimentary snapshot of another FAIL meter while she was out & about. Thanks Star always a pleasure to know you're stalking me I mean up to date on my posts! I'm off to Vegas this coming week to check out the Magic Trade Show. I'm hoping to catch some serious material to post up here so check back.