Friday, September 28, 2007

you ever been surfing... on weed???'s a EPS epoxy board that was glassed with hemp cloth, a product of the cannabis plant.

..."the amazing stuff about this is, that you can surf 3-4 foot waves on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff."

This board apparently has lots of other neat ingredients. Dunno if plutonium is considered "green" since its highly radioactive, but if you can get 100% of your daily shredding power from it, why not?

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Vick's a prick...

...would you let your kid continue to wear this jersey? If I had a kid (and thank Jesus and Allah I don't) he'd be making the switch to the shirt below....unrelated to surfing, but equally important. Waves on the way!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

what's wrong with this picture???

...depending on who you are, you may see nothing wrong with it at all. For instance, what better way to employ a pop-out then as an OPEN sign. Perfectly logical. And Volcom signs are a great way to lure in customers because it is such an appealing brand to so many kids. You know, "Youth Against Establishment" although as someone said: "...Everything is fine except for the hypocrisy of their mantra: Youth against establishment doesn’t go very well with going public on the stock exchange, stock options, company cars and credit cards, etc…" More on that here.

It all seems good so far, unless your a member of the Sand Dollar Social Club Law Athenaeum (SDSCLA for short) or you got that memo from Folly Beach Schity Hall last month. Besides the ridiculous statement on that banner, it is in violation of the City of Folly Beach code 154.086, Section D as follows below:


(A) No sign displaying intermittent lights resembling the flashing lights customarily used in traffic signals or in police, fire, ambulance or rescue vehicles shall be permitted, nor shall any sign use the words “stop,” “danger” or any other word, phrase, symbol or character in a manner that might mislead or confuse an automobile or other vehicular driver.

(B) Except as herein provided, no sign whatsoever, whether temporary or permanent, except traffic signs and signals and information signs erected by a public agency, is permitted within any street or highway right-of-way.

(C) Signs painted on or attached to trees, fence post and telephone or other utility poles or signs painted on or attached to rocks or other natural features or painted on the roofs of buildings are prohibited.

(D) Fluttering ribbons and banners and similar devices are prohibited, except the flags of governments and their agencies.

(E) Signs in the marsh or signs interrupting the vista of the marsh are prohibited. (What about the all the condos? Talk about interrupting the vista.)

(F) Due to their exposure to the forces of wind, roof signs of any type shall be prohibited.

(G) No exterior signs, which are strobing or flashing, or signs utilizing direct or reflected light to form letters, symbols, or forms including fiber optic shall be permitted in any zoning district.

I'm afraid that's a code violation. Sir, step out the car.

Learn more about Folly Beach legal codes here

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Monday, September 24, 2007

any day now...

...inside sources say 2 ...Lost videos are "finished" and just waiting for the music rights to clear. 5'5" x 19 1/4 REDUX and Lost Across America III (was due out in 2005) could be here shortly. For now enjoy a sneak peek from some A- team guys, Mason Ho and Ryan Carlson.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Hatt-IR-as trip done...

...finished the Outer Banks trip with solid 3-5 foot surf at the lighthouse with some overhead sets coming through and only about 5 to 10 people out. What a bummer I had to miss out on epic Folly for it though...

The scaffolding is up and the stage is set for the big ESA bash at the lighthouse. Good luck to all our local boys and girls heading up to compete. Giddyup!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Out-IR Banks...

...yesterday was 3-4 and offshore. Today its the same, but 2 foot smaller. Still better than being in Folly Beach.

Monday, September 17, 2007

the soft,safe foam "ricky schroder"...

...Lil' Johnny's dad skimped on getting him a real surfboard and opted for the "ricky schroder", "Just like the one that Matt Damon Ben Affleck ride" he told Lil' Johnny. "It's soft and safe so you don't get hurt, because we love you Johnny and we want you to write fabulous movie scripts and date J-Lo one day too. You know J-Lo's song "Fulfill all your weeshes with my taco flavored keeses, taco taco, burrito burrito!""
...well Lil' Johnny's "ricky schroder" has the equivalent of razor blades for fins and there's a good chance he'll never live long enough to do any of those wonderful things. What kind of a parent are you?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Rest in Peace Anonymous...

...the days of anonymous posting are over due to some Internet trolls. You will need to register to post comments now. You will still be "anonymous" to everyone except you will now have a unique user name. It will make for much more interesting "debates" in the future and those who can't use suitable language due to a lack of lingual intelligence will be uninvited to participate in further discussion. Sorry.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Matt Damon approved...

...Matt Damon.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

please make some waves, please...'s the IR Satellite view of TD 8 which will be responsible for my sanity over the next week. Fingers crossed...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

its twins! (well quads actually...)

...remember when this blog was about surfboards? That got boring real quick. But look at these two 5'6" Neilson coil quads that came in yesterday. I've ridden one and let me tell you, "It's nice."

Back to surf fashion tomorrow. Baba-buoy...

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

never forget...

...most of you will go the entire day without realizing that this is the 6th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on U.S. soil that resulted in the death of 2,974 people. I've read stories about surfers in New Jersey and New York who played hooky from their jobs at the World Trade Center that day because of epic surf, only to watch from 20 miles away as friends and coworkers perished in a towering inferno. Everyone remembers it differently, here's my take:

I woke to phone call from my friend Jamie. "Can you believe this sh** going on?" he said. "What are the waves blown out already?" was my first response. We had spoke about surfing the night before as some decent swell was expected due to some tropical activity. "No the surf looks fun. "Have you seen the plane that crashed into the World Trade Center? The whole thing is on fire."

I rose from bed and turned on the TV to see what was really going wrong. There was definitely something very wrong going down. I watched for a while and would've watched all day but my selfishness told me to surf. The pier was chest-high plus and clean with rolling sets abound. It was not an ordinary day anywhere...

After a few hours the onshore winds picked up and it was time to get the latest news on the plane crash. It was much worse than initially thought. It was a catastrophe. Most of that day remain a blur, although I remember watching TV for most of it, just dumbfounded. The next day would put me back in reality when I learned that someone I knew personally was in the World Trade Center that day, and wasn't a survivor.

I spent my teenage years in Middletown, N.J., which calls itself the "biggest small town in New Jersey." 37 Middletown residents lost their lives on Sept. 11, more victims per capita than any other place in the state and the second hardest hit city after New York. Hardly something to proud of, just stating a fact.Philip T. Guza (pictured center, w/ sons Tom and Pete) worked at the 91st floor. Never had a chance. I my high school snowboarding days Tom and I would make frequent trips over to Camelback in Pennsylvania to ride their dinky little mountain. Before we could drive ourselves, Phil had the honor of making the 2-hour drive for us. More of a reader than a sporting type, Phil would spend 6 hours in the lodge rifling through books as we made 50 or so runs down the mountain, never being one to say "Have you boys had enough?" He was happy that his kids were happy, and that's all he wanted in life.

Never forget Phil and all those that lost their lives on September 11, 2001.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

doo-do doo-do doo-do doo-do...

"You're travelling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination - Next stop, the Twilight Zone!"

...Joe Splivingates went to sleep on September 2nd just like he would on any other night. He brushed his teeth, he put on his familiar baggy, gray sleep shirt and blue pajama pants and he knelt down by his bedside and talked to God just like he did every other night. "I'm thankful for everything I have, but I wish I could be taller." While it may not seem like much to anyone else, if you knew Joe it meant the world. You see, Joe had the itis, the Websteritis. He stood only 3' 7" tall at the age of 44.

When Joe woke on the morning of September 3rd, he knew that day would be different. It was Labor Day, the end of the summer. He rose from his hotel room bed at the Holiday Inn and immediately headed for McKevlin's Surf Shop, still in his pajamas. The view was different today. He didn't have to stand on his tippy-toes to see the results from the surfing contest on the wall. "I'm tall, I'm tall!!!" Joe Splivingates excitedly thought to himself. Even tough his formerly baggy pajamas had become a tight "Hooters girl" outfit, Joe was not phased.
"My wish has come true and I'm the luckiest man ever" he said to the passing stranger. "I'm going boogie boarding!" "That's great" replied the man, "but stay away from my kids."
"But these boogie boards are too small for me" he said to the salesman, " Do you have boogie boards for tall me?" "I'm sorry" said the salesman, "We only carry sponges for short and average sized humans. Definitely nothing suitable for a man of your tall stature."

"Ok. I'll just buy a new back pack instead. I've needed a new one." But when he tried on the new backpack it wasn't big enough to wear around his shoulders.

"I'll just wear it around my waist" Joe uttered in a disgruntled voice. "I mean it. Stay away from my kids" repeated the man in the striped shirt.

As Joe headed towards the front door he turned and yelled in disgust, "Why don't you guys sell anything for tall people. That's right, I said tall people. Tall people like meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

In a way, it can be said that Joe Splivigates succeeded in his life's ambition, even though the man he created was, after all, himself. There may be easier ways to self-improvement, but sometimes it happens that the shortest distance between two points is a crooked line - through the Twilight Zone.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Saturday, September 01, 2007

come get some... ends Monday September 3rd @ 5:59:59 PM.