Big Brother Comes West
At the end of May, Big Brother headed out for a visit. He came with his new
flame Christina, and we fit in a pretty full itinerary during the 4 days they were
here.
Big Brother strikes a pose in front of the mighty Pacific.
Christina immediately earned bonus points by tolerating a trip to Bottom of the
Hill to see a show of immense proportions put on by Captured! By Robots.
When Joe and I reunited it was like two hearts beating as one. No preparation
was necessary to immediately throw down a masterful example of Cold Lampin'!
Excellent work by all involved... Joe gives an precisely aimed "Get-a-load-of-
this-fuggin-guy" finger while I sport a hybrid Lampin'/Get-a-load pose that I've
been favoring of late. Note also the raised eyebrow which I feel adds an extra
element of mystery/mastery.
The opening band was an 80's style metal band which had a 98% chance of
being horrible, but actually ended up rocking hard...
...they stole my heart when the dual guitarists got down on their knees to
battle it out during a double solo. They did enough tapping fretwork high up
on the guitar necks and hammer-ons...
...to send me over the top and raise a devil-horned fist salute.
They were mere pretenders, however, when placed next to the headliner
Captured! By Robots. For the uninitiated, C!BR is an 8-piece band of
animatronic robots built by a single guy. They are programmed on a computer
to play their instruments and rock hard. The lone human member of the band,
JBot, controls all the voices of the robots as they cast insults and abuse into the
crowd. The general gist of the band is that the robots have captured JBot and
enslaved him, forcing him to perform with them as they travel on a tour to
announce their impending world take-over. Their shows, if nothing else, can be
only termed as a spectacle.
Here the GOP Horns (mannequins with the heads of Rumsfeld, GW, and Cheney
playing tuned air horns powered by vacuum cleaner motors... see, I told you it
was a spectacle) lay down the funk in a way rivalled only by the Memphis Horns
of Stax records fame. In the foreground, the Ape Which Hath No Name wails away
on his crash cymbals.
A (unfortunately dim) close-up of Cheney and TAWHNN.
GuitarBot 666 wails away on his triple necked guitar/bass set up. Keep in mind
the robots are actually playing the music, controlled by a computer, while the
lone human sings the songs.
GuitarBot 666 is actually a pretty big jerk. He spent most of the show insulting
the crowd's mothers and threatening to kill everyone in the audience.
The full line-up of the band, in all of its evil robot glory.
Christina fortunately decided not to disown us after being subjected to the show,
so the next day we hopped in the car and headed up to the top of Mt. Tam.
It was a beautiful day, so we skipped down to Muir Woods, and then headed
up to Sonoma to see the Wine Country.
After a full day of sightseeing, we met up with Bustin' Justin Nosek, his girlfriend
Lindsay, and their friend (Doh... to much time has passed before I posted this, and
I can't remember his name.)
We went to Trad'r Joe's, a tiki bar in the Richmond, where Lindsay, Joe, and
Christina set up a...
Cold Lampin'!!! Super-Double bonus points to Christina for flashing the gang
signs...
... which seem to be creative version of a double Crips throwdown, as demonstrated
in the illustration above. Her blue shirt further testifies as to whose side she'll be
on when the war pops off...
Regardless... Damn! It feels good to be a gangster.
A good number of the Peds crew came out as well... Here Tajal (sp?! Doh... I
know I butchered that one,) Betty, and C-Buck drink something from a large
bowl with four straws. That is an international symbol for trouble.
Showing that Cold Lampin' skills obviously run in families and have a genetic
component, Cousin Justin Lamps' like it was never in doubt.
Joe Tucker (on whom I've been accused of having a dude-crush) and Henry
were out in force.
Big Brother shows the fact that LLTBN (Ladies Love The Brothers Nosek.)
No words necessary...
Everyone smiling a little more as two more bowl-sized drinks make their
presence felt.
The following day the Peds Department hosted a BBQ at Jason Zamkoff's old
rooftop, after which everyone went to the Giants game.
The rooftop had a great view of downtown.
JZ manned the grill as people soaked up the sun in another flawless day.
Tim Kelly and Becky B.
Our seats for the game were way up in the upper grandstand, but we had a
great view of the bay. I have to admit it, SBC is a pretty sweet ballpark.
A view down the grandstands towards left field.
Turn that frown upside down.
Frymoyer whoops it up while the rest of the crew watches the game
In all Big Brother's trip was a smashing success. I got to meet Christina, we
had beautiful weather the whole time, and we fit in an admirable amount of
activities/beers.
flame Christina, and we fit in a pretty full itinerary during the 4 days they were
here.
Big Brother strikes a pose in front of the mighty Pacific.
Christina immediately earned bonus points by tolerating a trip to Bottom of the
Hill to see a show of immense proportions put on by Captured! By Robots.
When Joe and I reunited it was like two hearts beating as one. No preparation
was necessary to immediately throw down a masterful example of Cold Lampin'!
Excellent work by all involved... Joe gives an precisely aimed "Get-a-load-of-
this-fuggin-guy" finger while I sport a hybrid Lampin'/Get-a-load pose that I've
been favoring of late. Note also the raised eyebrow which I feel adds an extra
element of mystery/mastery.
The opening band was an 80's style metal band which had a 98% chance of
being horrible, but actually ended up rocking hard...
...they stole my heart when the dual guitarists got down on their knees to
battle it out during a double solo. They did enough tapping fretwork high up
on the guitar necks and hammer-ons...
...to send me over the top and raise a devil-horned fist salute.
They were mere pretenders, however, when placed next to the headliner
Captured! By Robots. For the uninitiated, C!BR is an 8-piece band of
animatronic robots built by a single guy. They are programmed on a computer
to play their instruments and rock hard. The lone human member of the band,
JBot, controls all the voices of the robots as they cast insults and abuse into the
crowd. The general gist of the band is that the robots have captured JBot and
enslaved him, forcing him to perform with them as they travel on a tour to
announce their impending world take-over. Their shows, if nothing else, can be
only termed as a spectacle.
Here the GOP Horns (mannequins with the heads of Rumsfeld, GW, and Cheney
playing tuned air horns powered by vacuum cleaner motors... see, I told you it
was a spectacle) lay down the funk in a way rivalled only by the Memphis Horns
of Stax records fame. In the foreground, the Ape Which Hath No Name wails away
on his crash cymbals.
A (unfortunately dim) close-up of Cheney and TAWHNN.
GuitarBot 666 wails away on his triple necked guitar/bass set up. Keep in mind
the robots are actually playing the music, controlled by a computer, while the
lone human sings the songs.
GuitarBot 666 is actually a pretty big jerk. He spent most of the show insulting
the crowd's mothers and threatening to kill everyone in the audience.
The full line-up of the band, in all of its evil robot glory.
Christina fortunately decided not to disown us after being subjected to the show,
so the next day we hopped in the car and headed up to the top of Mt. Tam.
It was a beautiful day, so we skipped down to Muir Woods, and then headed
up to Sonoma to see the Wine Country.
After a full day of sightseeing, we met up with Bustin' Justin Nosek, his girlfriend
Lindsay, and their friend (Doh... to much time has passed before I posted this, and
I can't remember his name.)
We went to Trad'r Joe's, a tiki bar in the Richmond, where Lindsay, Joe, and
Christina set up a...
Cold Lampin'!!! Super-Double bonus points to Christina for flashing the gang
signs...
... which seem to be creative version of a double Crips throwdown, as demonstrated
in the illustration above. Her blue shirt further testifies as to whose side she'll be
on when the war pops off...
Regardless... Damn! It feels good to be a gangster.
A good number of the Peds crew came out as well... Here Tajal (sp?! Doh... I
know I butchered that one,) Betty, and C-Buck drink something from a large
bowl with four straws. That is an international symbol for trouble.
Showing that Cold Lampin' skills obviously run in families and have a genetic
component, Cousin Justin Lamps' like it was never in doubt.
Joe Tucker (on whom I've been accused of having a dude-crush) and Henry
were out in force.
Big Brother shows the fact that LLTBN (Ladies Love The Brothers Nosek.)
No words necessary...
Everyone smiling a little more as two more bowl-sized drinks make their
presence felt.
The following day the Peds Department hosted a BBQ at Jason Zamkoff's old
rooftop, after which everyone went to the Giants game.
The rooftop had a great view of downtown.
JZ manned the grill as people soaked up the sun in another flawless day.
Tim Kelly and Becky B.
Our seats for the game were way up in the upper grandstand, but we had a
great view of the bay. I have to admit it, SBC is a pretty sweet ballpark.
A view down the grandstands towards left field.
Turn that frown upside down.
Frymoyer whoops it up while the rest of the crew watches the game
In all Big Brother's trip was a smashing success. I got to meet Christina, we
had beautiful weather the whole time, and we fit in an admirable amount of
activities/beers.
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