Massive Facial Skull Deformity Superbeast.

"A boy with a massive facial skull deformity and biker gang mother attempts to live as normal a life as possible under the circumstances."

R.I.P. Leslie.

Bust some shots in the air for Lt. Frank Drebin. If you dig please visit the link so I can rack up some views. There's a little friendly wager going. Thanks!
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Jingle Bells!

"Happy fucking holidays fatties. Sorry you can't fit through the front door, but that's your problem. It's fucking Christmas and my kid needs a new X-Box. I haven't sold a single Chrysler Lebaron all year, but I managed to save enough dough so that my overweight agoraphobe son won't be made fun of at school. Word on the street is he's an amazing Guitar Hero player. You touch me with those steamed hams in a Starter Jacket and I file a fucking law suit."

Who is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Everybody Talking About Him)?

I'll be the first to admit that I used to lock myself in my room and contemplate suicide when my Mom played "A Little Touch Of Schmilsson in the Night." I hated that record with the fury of a thousand burning suns. It wasn't until I became a bona fide old dusty nut bastard myself that I realized how amazing Harry was as a singer/songwriter. This film is a heart wrenching piece that explores the life and music of the enigmatic Nilsson, from his early recordings to his dark days carousing in LA with John Lennon. Fascinating stuff.

Recommended by my pal Mary Ellen, the Sexy Producer.

A So Dak Soliloquy.

There's nothing better then meeting up in the middle of a barren expanse of acreage to slay birds with your longtime bros. That's exactly what I did last week. It's a gentleman's sport, but this trip was all about crude dudes fartin' in our overalls and drinking Labbats Blue Light. Our hosts at the Medicine Breaks were up for the challenge of beer soaked debauchery with a cadre of old dusty nut bastards. Here's some of the fond memories.



Jake Lancaster sounds like a real wing master's name. But like the rest of us, he couldn't shoot for shit. He is good at crushing canned beers and clearing rooms with bowel emissions though. This whole trip was his idea. Probably one of his best ideas ever.



The Mayor didn't carry a firearm, he summoned red tail hawks to carry their pray to clandestine corn palaces where he will sew cod pieces from their mortal coil.



As Sweet River likes to say, our pal and guide Al Dickman is what you call the "apex of the food chain."



Al was so stuffed after a hearty meal that he couldn't keep his eyes open. It had nothing to do with the bottle of Jim Beam he laid to rest. We'll miss Jim.



Welcome to Cock Country. It's an exotic, luxury retreat for well mannered gents and their feathered friends. Holster up your hand cannons and spit out your lip dip. Cock Country is a peaceful respite.



Two of the original members of the band Gardenbrau. A bit older. A bit fatter. Far less skilled at taking birds home.

For some reason I didn't have a single picture of Garrett Garnos. The biggest swinging dick in Presho, South Dakota. He was our gracious host, and solid dude.

Seattle's Finest: Vitamin D.

I'm not breaking any news stories when I say that Vitamin D AKA Derrick Brown is one of Seattle's most prolific hip-hop producers. Here's a glimpse into his studio dubbed the Pharmacy, inside the historic OK Hotel. I've always been a big fan of this dude's sound and it should come as no surprise that he has exquisite taste in classic gear.



Here's a cut with Jake One where VD drops a couple of verses. This shit is a bit dated for sure, but this is a Minneapolis/Seattle love fest.

North Cascades Glacier Documentary.

North Cascades Glacier Documentary Promo from Cory Kelley on Vimeo.

A couple of pals are close to finishing this documentary film about the state of the glaciers in the North Cascades. The footage is fucking awe inspiring, and the insights are worth some valuable brain real estate. They're currently seeking donations to finance an editor to complete the project. Take a look. Kick them some coin here.

In their own words:

Set in the rugged peaks of the Pacific Northwest, the documentary follows Mauri Pelto and his team of researchers as they study and document the melting glaciers of the North Cascades. For twenty-seven years Mauri, a world-renowned glaciologist, has hiked high into the mountains to measure the health of the glaciers and forecast their future. With striking cinematography the viewer is transported to a place where glaciers cover mountainsides, and cling to cracks on large peaks, hanging on to the edge of survival. As the glaciers change and disappear, questions over the future of the habitat in the region and world are raised. Uncertain times come into focus as we look to the future of the glaciers and what that may mean for us.

Learn more about the project at www.glacierdocumentary.com.

Heartland.

I just spent the last 5 days flanking, blocking, drinking, and making fun of a few of my favorite pals while pheasant hunting in South Dakota. The conversations ranged from Prince to politics to the foul origins of Jake's gassy emissions. There's something pretty special about the rolling hills and switchgrass out there. The wildlife runs aplenty and one liners keep a coming. We killed far more beers than birds, but getting out and seeing the country was just what I needed. I'm not about to trade in my city slicker-ness for bibs and a chaw, but i'll be back to visit next year for sure.

Much thanks to Garret and Al, our awesome hosts at the Medicine Breaks. Check them out if you want to see more birds than you ever though imanginable on 2,000 beautiful So Dak acres.

Things I learned while on this trip:

1. Blatz Light isn't terrible as far as shitty beer goes. I rate it above a Labatts or Busch Light any day.
2. Always get in practice with clay pigeons before the real deal. I couldn't hit the broadside of Oprah's bum on this trip.
3. Unless you love grey iceberg lettuce, pack veggies with you. The residents of So Dak don't seem to believe in them.
4. People in South Dakota can tell you're a flamboyant liberal by looking at you. There is absolutely no sense in trying to persuade them about politics. It ain't gonna work. I'm not speaking of our gracious hosts here, mind you.

Albert Lee Shreds.

My old man knows a thing or two about the guitar. He's played one live since about 1964. He's lost partial hearing watching the likes of Hendrix, Page, Beck, Albert King, Walsh, and McLaughlin up close and personal. He's currently spending a solid portion of his retirement down time learning the incredibly difficult finger picking techniques of Bert Jansch, Richard Thompson, Pentangle, and Fairport Convention.

Needless to say, old dude is a fount of information regarding mythic guitar wizards.

Tonight, while sipping a beer at his house, he played me some amazing stuff from Albert Lee. I'm hooked.

TOYS IN THE ATTIC 2010.

The Toys in the Attic show this year is bound to be off the proverbial chain. The line-up of artists is incredible. The cause is beyond admirable. This is a must see Superbeast event. BE THERE!

HOT OFF THE PRESSES

Toys in the Attic is a celebration of toys, to benefit those
without them. The annual Toys in the Attic event is both a toy drive and art show – featuring limited-edition, toy-inspired poster prints and custom-created toys. 100% of the door donations and toys collected go to The Marine Toys for Tots Foundation – along with 80% of art print sales.

Toys in the Attic was founded in 2008 by Steve Tenebrini – Founder and Creative Director of Squad19 Creative Union.
Inspired by the classic album art for Aerosmith’s TOYS IN THE ATTIC album, Tenebrini wanted to collect work that celebrated the darker side of the joy that toys can bring or the nightmares they might conjure.

The first event was held at Gallery 122 in NE Minneapolis and featured work by locals Adam Turman, Amy Jo, DC Ice, Dwitt, Aaron Purmort, Punchgut, Tenebrini, TOOTH, Unitus and more. The turnout was impressive and the number of toys
collected far exceeded expectations – it was decided that Toys in the Attic should become an annual event.

Last year Squad19 was joined by planner / promoter Kim Jones of INVISIBLEPILOT and was held at the SooVac Gallery in
Uptown, Minneapolis to an even greater success in 2009 with 50 local artists providing work in support of the event.
Collecting more than 3 times the number of toys than the previous year and over $400 in cash donated to the charity through sales, donations taken at the door and silent auction, the 2009 show was a giant leap from the previous year.
This year the show returns to it’s original venue at Gallery 122 with an updated format and inclusion of over 50 print
artists from around the country/world as well as an auction of 12 custom painted toys and a raffle of print sets of the entire show.

THE EVENT

Toys in the Attic 2010 will take place @ GALLERY 122 this year. Gallery 122 is located @ 122 8th Street SE in Minneapolis.

Opening Reception will be December 3th and will feature limited edition/signed and numbered prints and custom toys from Local and National artists benefiting Toys for Tots. Music will be provided by the writers of A Facemelting Blog of Staggering Riffage.http://afacemeltingblogofstaggeringriffage.blogspot.com/

Guests are asked to help out children in need by bringing a new (unwrapped) toy* to the show. In return, you’ll get one** of the event official poster prints designed this year by Minneapolis artist DWITT. Suggested donation of $5 in lieu of a toy donation.
*No military based toys such as guns, please / **While supplies last.


Learn more at the Toys in the Attic show site.

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The Art of Sausage.

Encased meats aren't just for eatin'. You can make art out of those tasty buggers too. I would be proud to have any one of these artisan painted signs hanging over my mantle.

From the You say Potato I say Fuck You blog via @seanhaus. Deeelish!!!

Flying Lotus - Kill Your Co-workers.

I was lucky enough to work with this dude on a project for Chevy. I'm a huge fan. Much props to my brother @samuelbrewer for the hot scoop. This shit is mind-blowing.

Directed by Beeple.

ZOSO!

Fuck You Jimmy Buffet.

License to Chill? You've got to be kidding.

How much high octane tequila does it take to totally pickle the human brain? You have to credit this sandy vagina for years of fleecing his audience with this brand of coconut scented laziness. It's quite the accomplishment to be that much of a cultural parasite sniffing up all the island breezes.

The next time I see one of his shitty chain restaurants I'm going to go out of my way to take a dump in the shrimp cocktail. Fuck you Jimmy Buffet.

Jazzercise Slow Burn.

While concepting today, buddy Todd messed around and whipped up this doozy. Inspired by the world famous "Gimme P-I-Z-Z-A" video, this chopped and screwed calorie crack will keep you out of fat camp. Move your body.

Best. Halloween. Costume. Ever.

There is one thing in this world you can be sure of. We're not easily offended here at Superbeast headquarters. Some might go so far as to say we relish this kind of shit. So, when my pals Squeeds and Leifur showed me this picture of their friend Mike's Halloween costume, let's just say I could barely contain my excitement.

Quitness.

Lebron James was quickly becoming the league's second most obnoxious player long before "The Decision" (Kobe will always be the smarmiest douche in the game). The new Nike spot, while finely crafted, only cements that belief.

Here's Cleveland's response. From the fans that believed in an athlete only to get burned in an embarrassing, nationally televised bukaki fest.

Awesome.

A Lesson.

I saw kids trick or treating at noon on Sunday.
I heard rumors of neighborhoods having Halloween on Saturday, so the little ones could get a good nights sleep before school on Monday.

It all started with the wave of overly concerned nerd parents enforcing dorky bike helmets on their dorky nerd kids. Since when does having a child turn you into a monumental pussy? Hoist up yer pleated khakis and let your kids shred without knee pads for once. Christ.

I ran around naked until I was like 9 years old. I was doing swan dives off the historic Stillwater bridge on the daily as a pre-teen. Get with the program. If you want to raise potential superbeasts, take note and log that shit in.

Photos via The Stranger. A true beast enjoying Halloween the way it should be enjoyed. Kudos.

Mouth Breathers...

The unapologetically stupid masses in the 6th district once again cast their vote for the opportunistic, career lunatic stuffed in a pant-suit. It's bad enough that much of the rest of the country was huffing on the foul hogwash of the tea bagger express, but the district I went to high school in? I'm ashamed.

Slack jawed, red neck, bible thumpin' is at an all-time high. Dumbing down is drumming up favor. Stupidity has reached insurmountable levels. Perhaps the contents of snowmobile exhaust should be closely examined. It seems to be causing brain damage to a majority of the voters in the 6th district.

What exactly does Michele Bachmann offer the people of the 6th district besides national embarrassment?

WTF?

Most of you are aware that I invented the word Bonetown years ago, and I was the first to use said word in casual conversation. It seems that some hack-assed online porn game developer nerd decided to rip me off. I consider this theft of my un-intellectual property and a clear breach of nonexistent trademark laws. I'm alerting my legal team post haste to issue a cease and desist, and bring dignity back to that sanctimonious and sexy place, Bonetown.

Thanks to Matt Weiner for the find. I didn't want to ask which website he was on when he found this, but I have a few ideas.