Friday, September 30, 2005

I've been working on the new intro for Fool's Paradise redo. Get excited.

Also, if anyone wants a painting just ask. I make them for fun and would love to make one for you.

The top painting was for a class. I had to interperet a Sappho poem. The bottom one was a birthday gift for Rose.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

As promised, another still from Fool's Paradise redo.

Jimmy Goodwin. Rutland, VT

Monday, September 26, 2005

Check out the waffle I had for breakfast.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Back from Vermont. I carried 150 lbs. of paint through Penn. Station in a hockey bag. Best time I've ever had. I got my iced tea and we skated in Troy. Here are some pictures.

Mr. Mull made a last minute adjustment to the broom to make it fit in the trunk. Thanks, Mr. Mull.

Got to get some sleep. Talk to you tomorrow, internet.

Sincerely yours,
K.T. Komline the first

Friday, September 23, 2005

Dave Mull during filming of Fool's Paradise redo.

Old news now but these are pictures from the Brooklyn Banks competition a few weeks ago. I didn't take any pictures of the skating. You can find that on any skate website. The crowd was wild though. They wouldn't move out of the way and a couple kids got hit in the shins by stray decks. They deserved it.

Oh, and I asked a real life fireman why all the sirens are different and he told me that he had never noticed that they were. jeez.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

A belated anniversary congratulations goes out to Theodore Coombs. It was on September 15, 1979 that Mr. Coombs completed his 5,193 mile trip from LA to NYC and then back to Yates, Kansas. On roller skates. For real. One killer dude.
There is a girl who lives in my building named Cherry Ho. No joke.
Greg, as seen in Fool's Paradise redo
Vermont this weekend. Gonna stock up on these at BJ's, the land of bulk

not the sweat tea. that's gross. I'll get the lemon.

Also have some filming business to conduct with a mull.

Expect the Fool's Paradise redo by mid-winter. That's right. No typo. Fool's Paradise redo. We decided that piece of crap could use a makeover. If you think you might enjoy watching Jimmy Goodwin get hit by a car just before the peak of the worst day of his life, you'll love the redo. I will put up pictures to give you an idea of what to expect, but understand, you must expect the unexpected. Get ready.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

There's this girl in a few of my classes that I have a crush on. Well the other day I thought I saw her while I was walking down the sidewalk and I turned around to see if it was her and I walked into a pole.
I must say I'm not ashamed to share a birthday with this guy

Monday, September 19, 2005

I have never heard the same sound come out of a siren twice in this City. There is some kind of emergency vehicle making an abundance of noise outside of my window every 10 minutes. Never once have have I heard two of the same sound. I kid you not. They are all different. I can't even go into classifying them. It would be impossible. I only got as far as: 1) Classic and 2) Warped/Modern. I couldn't possibly go into more detail. This is absolutely mind-blowing. Expect an interview or at least a summary of a conversation with a police officer or fireman in the near future. I am so motivated to investigate right now but I got some homework to do. Last night I was trying to go to sleep and I had to sneeze but I didn't want to wake my roommate up, so I sneezed into my pillow. I was real tired so I put my head back down and got my ear cold and wet and then couldn't fall asleep for an hour or so. Next time I will flip my pillow over. later dudes.

ps. is anyone out there?
Yes, Dan Smith, who recently shaved his head, is playing rugby at Southern Vermont College. Lord help us.

Sunday, September 18, 2005


I think I left off saying that I would have something to write about when I got back. I'm back. First things first. Greg and I get off train at 125th St. We climb up the stairs out on the street and wait to cross the road when the drunkish guy next to me notices my skateboard. "Ohhhh, man. Gim me a ride. I wanna ride maaannn." I'm like, great, another drunk homeless person wants to ride my skateboard. But no. This was way better. I will try to repeat what he said to us as best I can, although the minor details may have slipped out of memory by now.

Me: "No. We gotta go now."

Big, black, drunk guy (gives me a high-five): "Yo maannn. I jusss, I jusss fucked 2 Puerta Rican girls in dat...see dat buildin across da street? In dat buildin man."

Me: "Noooo. Really?"

Big black drunk guy (now with a big smile): "Yeah man. I give em each 5 dollas and I fuck em in da ass. Yeah (mumbling) smokin crack, I give em some crack, I fuck em fo 5 dollas each."

Greg laughs.

Big black guy gives us high-fives again and we skate off.

After that we skated around a little and found a huge black pride parade. We sort of watched for a little while amongst the barbecues on the sidewalk. I almost bought a flag of "the motherland" from a guy walking around. He was selling some sort of African flag. It was cool, be we wanted to skate. We squeezed through the barriers and crossed the street in front of the NAACP march.

Then we were in a movie.

I had to sit on a wall and pick up my cell phone. Then I had to say, "No way!", hang up and turn to Greg and say, "You're not gonna believe this man!" When we signed release forms, Greg signed as "Greg Muska". Watch for his credit as "Skateboarder #2".

We skated at 111 Archer Avenue...

...on our way to learn frontside tailslides at some banks who wanted so badly to be Barcelona.

It's a homework night. Write to you later.

p.s. more next time-
Hey. This is Kyle. I don't know what I'm going to do here. Maybe just write about weird stuff I see on a daily basis like everyone else that has a space to write about what ever they want on the internet. Yeah, I'll do that. Pictures, too. Get ready for the new best spot on the internet. I'm going to skate in Harlem in a little while with Greg. I'm sure I'll have something to write about when I get back. Later.

that's Greg