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the 2021 year end wood review

Sean Cliver

the 2021 year end wood review

Huzzah! If I had a glass in my hand I'd surely huck it against the wall in a fantastic smash, because it's nigh closing time for 2021 and, well, we're not leaving. I mean, yes, we are leaving 2021—don't really have a choice in the linear sense of time—but the thing is we're still standing despite all the curveballs of the year. So yes, huh-fucking-zah indeed]. To celebrate the happy fact, let's take our annual look back at the wood that was in 2021.

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breaking the law

Sean Cliver

breaking the law

No, I am not hell bent for leather. Nor am I screaming for vengeance. Instead I'm referring to a now surprisingly if not shockingly old maxim once held near and dear to the black hearts of the Big Brother magazine staff: Do not write about skateboarding. In other words, let the photos speak for the skating while the story deal with anything but (butt!), because our two main "competitors" of the '90s time, TransWorld and Thrasher, both already did the other in two polar opposite and occasionally baffling manners [1]—the former waxing poetic while the latter gnashed the gnar. So naturally we had to fill the void betwixt the seriousness of the two with nonsense, turds, and silly business. But today... fuck it, today I'm tossing that credo aside for a sentimental sap smear following an unexpected afternoon spent wandering around my old haunts in Madison, Wisconsin.

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sent, volume 4, by dave carnie

Sean Cliver

sent, volume 4, by dave carnie

Welcome to the latest edition of SENT where I present the ham-fisted highlights from the stupid emails that I sent last week (-ish)…

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the ace of spades, by dave carnie

Sean Cliver

the ace of spades, by dave carnie

I was standing in the beer aisle at the grocery store when I was approached by an old, wiry hessian in a denim jacket. He placed his hands on my shoulders and squared me off so he could better read my shirt. I didn’t resist because I had never been molested in the beer aisle before so I was interested in seeing where this was going to go. The old hessian then proceeded to read my shirt. My shirt said, “Listen To Black Sabbath.” After he finished reading, which I felt took longer than four words required, he stepped back and laughed a maniacal laugh and asked, “IS THAT A COMMAND? HAHA!” When I got home, I put 11 beers in the fridge and opened one for myself. After a long sip of cool, refreshing alcohol, I put the can on the counter, pulled off my “Listen To Black Sabbath” shirt, and threw it in the trash.

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just the fuqs

Sean Cliver

just the fuqs

Hello. Here at StrangeLove we receive a lot of questions, oftentimes as many up to two-to-three a month, and as much as we'd like to personally respond to each and every one it's simply out of the question. Why, you ask? Well, there you go. That's another question I have to attend to now while simultaneously trying to keep the production pipeline filled with new and exciting graphic content to tickle your fancy. So you see, I can do one, or I can do the other, but I can't do both or nothing at all will get done. Yeah, I know that doesn't make much sense—energy, matter, entropy, all that Einstein-caliber jazz—but to be fair a lot of the questions we're asked don't always make a lot of sense either. I did, however, come up with this ingenious idea to compile an assortment of the most frequently uttered questions in a one-stop shop for all your general inquisitive needs, leaving me to continue on my merry working way.

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