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the cube and the brick

Sean Cliver

the cube and the brick

Boy oh boy, have we got something fun for you. Well, not something, rather someone: Bobby Puleo. That's right, he's our extra special guest poster for today, because he's the only one we know with the ability to go down an intricate warren of rabbit holes and come back alive with all the numbers (and more!) still intact. So buckle up, Danny Boy, as we prepare to go deep C-diving behind the ever so puzzling door of Room 237. And now… heeeere's Bobby!

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a rabbit's tale: caring consumer

Sean Cliver

a rabbit's tale: caring consumer

It's no secret that we have an upcoming board with a rabbit on it. Unless, of course, you did not purchase our latest sticker pack, in which case you may remain ignorant to the late lepus matter in whole. And that's okay. Ignorance is bliss, as the idioms do blithely say, but if you do wish to join the ranks of the informed please run up your credit card here. Regardless of your level of awareness, though, this tale has nothing whatsoever to do with the bunny lurking in our wings. Hell, it's not even mine to tell. It's Darren Howarth's, a skateboarder originally from the UK who I only recently encountered this year through an odd email exchange that succeeded in dredging up a few memories of my own from the past (the lot of which you can sure as shit bet I'll be all too happy to interject via my patented method of footnote madness).

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pop culture tourette's

Sean Cliver

pop culture tourette's

Toward the tail end of my grandfather’s long life, we were all sitting around a table at Applebee’s one Sunday noon for lunch when out of left field he started talking about an event that took place during his service in World War II. This was somewhat jarring and unusual considering I had never once heard him speak about that time period in any great detail throughout the entire 40 odd years of life we’d overlapped on. But here he was now, recounting a particularly traumatic experience from the Pacific Theater as we all waited for our assorted entrees to arrive while sipping on sodas and lemonades.

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the todd bratrud 420 extraganza

Sean Cliver

the todd bratrud 420 extraganza

Look, I ain’t gonna front. I haven't a clue about anything that’s going on here this month and I'm not even about to pretend I do. I know, sounds weird coming from a guy who worked on Big Brother skate mag through the hey-daze of The Bong Olympics and Captain Stoney (RIP), but I was the straight-laced nerd of the crew who simply raised an unamused eyebrow at all the weedy puff pieces. Others enjoyed it, though, so who was I to rain on their big pot parade? Not to mention the fact all that stuff was infinitely more popular than the esoteric bullshit I was taking up valuable editorial real estate with, you know, stuff like snack cracker reviews and bi-monthly blow-by-blow recaps of the greatest TV saga ever, Beverly Hills 90210, all of which they were kind enough to let me do, so why not be kind in kind to the kine?

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the wheel in the sky

Sean Cliver

the wheel in the sky

I once met a guy who'd worked with David Lynch as a location scout on Mulholland Drive (2001). Naturally, I had questions. Who wouldn't? I mean, I don't know about you—well, I actually don't know anything about you because I don't even know who you are… or maybe I do? Regardless, I'm only using "you" in the generic sense, so don't take it personally. Anyway, David Lynch is easily one of the top five people who left an influential stain on my formative years and contributed greatly to my fascination with the disturbing underbelly of that which passes for happy, shiny, everyday normal life in America. But, to be honest, this is all neither here nor there in getting to the point I'm carelessly working toward.

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