Triple OT. No Homo?

Photo by Sam McGuire

Mr McGuire shot some photos at Handjob HQ of the first session of the season; I was sitting in math class at the time.

Have you fools been watching the Bulls vs. Celtics series? The only way to describe it is beyond bonkers. Maybe Hecto-bonkers? Shit goes to four separate overtimes in five games, so why not just rep a triple OT in game six??? (And by the way, that links to a video recap, and the voice-over dudes fully KILL IT.) In a strange turn of events, the triple OT barn burner was somehow fully predicted. Corduroy believes. I almost can't believe I'm doing this, but Brad Miller is officially unbanned from The Plat, as is the entire Denver Nuggets team; I'm feeling those dudes. Go Bulls! In fact, I'm putting an entire moratorium on banned people/teams/etc. in the NBA. Platinumseagulls, Where Amazing Happens. I don't care if you don't care about basketball; tune in Saturday night for the real deal shit; fights, blood, and balls out basketball are a foregone conclusion.

You Will Soon brought the scoop; poor old Brian Wenning is now board sponsorless. F. Scott Fitzgerald chuckles from his grave; this is surely not the final chapter, Youtube vigil now in full effect.

Meza hit the nail on the head;

I don't know about you and your blog, but when we post a video of an international celebrity commenting on how one of our riders acts when they're drunk, we don't really feel like we have to post much else. Seriously.

Brad Pitt on Crailtap (you totally didn't see that already!).

After a brief foray into con-trails, reportedly shut down by shady figures within the Obama administration, Dank Nuggzz is back to bring the Dada cannabis sativa style. And oh yeah, fuck these dudes. Dank Nuggetzz is hereby banned from Platinum, you unoriginal bastards, while the newly reinstated gum-smacking yet underrated Andre Miller basks in the warm glow of the Platinum smile.

I can admit when I am wrong; just last week I said the Mariano Epicly Later'd was lacking pathos. Well, this week's episode just smacks with pathos. Get it, smacks?

Would a Wenning Epicly Later'd be watchable? Like a car wreck.

There's a new Wiskate video. One day we'll have foote here. Who else is a Max Murphy fan, and would Milwaukee footage ever feel so good if it weren't shot on a GL-1?

Nerd out on a great quote about comic book heroes: "On top of that, if you had a problem with his peeps? He'd kick your butt, bub."

Top Shop is this weekend.

Smolik, Get The Keg Off The Truck

B.E.E.R.S. Redux

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POPOZAO

Davis is all, all the way on Etnies. That's proof! Happy Weekend.

Edit: Big ups to Sam on repping the News/Synth/Weekend Banger steez. WATCH THIS VIDEO.

The Great American Blog Post: Part 2

The first Great American Blog Post was all about Brian Wenning's fall from neo-ledge tech vanguard to dregs of the industry "I don't even have a board," making videos for Youtube type embarrassment. To lazily recap beyond that, the post centered on the fact that while the American Dream is the "rags to riches" archetype, when it comes down to it, the true American fascination lays in the Gatsbyan fall from grace, ala Mr. Wenning himself. There was also something about John Wilkes Booth being the first person ever banned posthumously form this website.

Part 2 centers on Thursdays, the glorious day that is the start of my weekend, a day that is one removed from the hated Hump Day, and also, the day when I get to watch the newest Epicly Later'd Show (that links to the most recent one), while sitting in bed in my underwear; mostly.

Simply put, this latest installment just oozed with potential, I mean, it's only about Guy Motherfucking Mariano, you know what I mean? While this set of episodes started off rocking our brains with tons of unseen Video Days foote and strange foreshadows of his partying days to come, as we've finally hit stride with Episode 7 (linked above, to restate), we're finding that the bottom isn't as far down as we thought...Perhaps Episode 8 will go into the nitty gritty of just how far Mariano went to the darkside, but at the end of the day or set of episodes, I don't feel like it will be all that satisfying.

The reason? It goes back to Gatsby. We already know that Mariano is the redeemed damned soul. Indeed, this comes off as pessimistic as hell, and while I'd rather have Mariano back and killing it and producing skateboarding to be drooled over for years to come; there would be something gratifying fromm that strictly American standpoint of watching a star fall from grace, only to leave more questions as to whether it returns to the heavens. Or something.

Which, point in case, case in point, or other, brings us to the Gino Ianucci episodes of Epicly Later'd. The comparison of two Girl Fam skaters of Italian immigrant decent is a little unfair, but the parallel stories and their (equally) vaunted status in skateboarding makes it fair...right? Whereas we know how Mariano's story ends, i.e., "triumphantly", Ianucci's tour de force left more questions than answers, and generally left the viewer with the melancholy question of whether dude will hold it together, or will his skateshop again be shuddered and he'll fade into obscurity, his pro-models being phased out, and his name on the Nike website being mysteriously (to a point) absent in the more near than distant future.

It's a shame that the Gatsbyan rule need apply to two of my most respected and favorite skaters; as a post script, let it be known that I hotly anticipate a video part out of both of those dudes; realistic expectations handicapped as necessary.

In Other News...

On St. Patrick's Day I nonchalantly hopped in my car to go to Rainbow, not really internalizing the day's significance to law-enforcement because I care nothing for St. Patrick's Day and just thought of it as Tuesday, or whatever day it fell on. Long-winded story short, I got pulled over for not using my turn-signal, and I understand that they're using any pretext in the book to nail some fools that day for drunk driving.

I wasn't drinking though. Nope. I suppose it's not the most logical approach to things, but I feel like if you're pulling me over on St. Patrick's day for suspected drunk driving on the pretext of not using my turn signal two blocks from my house, maybe you let me off without a ticket because I wasn't drunk. Indeed, it was failed logic, and no such thing was happening.

I got the ticket for failure to use a turn signal on a right turn. Out of general apathy for the whole ordeal I let the damn thing sit, and then today, I got the late violation letter in the mail. Motherfucker is costing me $133 (with the $5 late fee).

My life as a car driver has been ruined because now every time someone doesn't use a blinker I want to gouge my eyes out. Even now more so than ever, $133 later.

That's my rant; going outside. B.E.E.R.S. tomorrow.

Fear of a Platinum Planet

Steve was just at The Berrics and did 27 frontside ollies in a row! I know! View the best 9 of them right here boi!.

My last post was so controversial that Badger pulled the footage. Hopefully it resurfaces as a smaller part of a larger project. Sorry Badger!

Yesterday for 420 NPR aired an amazing story based upon the hypothetical that marijuana had been legal for two years, and they were reporting on the state of things. Here's the link, and definitely listen.

Doing the so-called impossible, Sam McGuire is exactly one step ahead of Google.

Could this be my last link about Twitter? Or wait, maybe this one is. Nevermind.

I'm not going to blather about the NBA Playoffs, no, I'll spare you all right now, but seriously, I have to bring up the fact that Tupac is alive and well and was at the Celtics/Bulls game last night. If I came back from the dead you know that's the type of shit I'd be doing.

93 'Til Infinity, or, Facebook Generated Content

Got home tonight and settled in for a night of basketball and chilling and whatnot, probably come computing too. I checked the ol' F-book and found this gem from '93 featuring a young Dolo, with cameos from Jackal, B-Show, and Turkey. In the 16 years since, Dolo's voice has dropped and his technique has drastically improved. Chad sounds exactly the same.

Got hosed in OUT again in the first round, I blame stanky legs from walking A GRIP this weekend (somewhat documented here), staying up late, and uncontrollable laughter during the game; I don't think I'm washed up. Yet. Anybody know who won the contest?

Indeed, stanky leg refers to both shitty legs in terms of skate ability, and the flair foot on 360 flips too (formerly referred to as party foot).

CHUD or No CHUD?: Lisa Loeb Edition. I say CHUD, be sure to read jerboi S Dot's explanation of your duty to weigh in on the issue.

Special 420 link: um, uh, aaaahhhhhhhhh...psssssshhh...DANK NUGGZZ.