StrangeLove
and then there was one (more)
Sean Cliver
New year, new numerology. How so? Simple. Just add it up. One plus zero plus two equals three: 2023. No, wait, that's the old year, I guess, so best add a one for no back to the future reason whatsoever and bring it all to a nice, round 2024. Look, do I really have to get Bobby Puleo back on the line? Because I'd like to, believe me. Rabbit holes often yield great graphic possibilities, the reminder of which is that I need to be extremely brief in nature for the nonce, if I may sound so Shakespearean and shit.
the 2023 year of wood in review
Sean Cliver
A wise man once said, "It's okay to trip on your dick, just don't stand on it." The origin of the adage isn't exactly known… for all I know it could have sprung from the sagely fount of Socrates or slid sideways out of the mouth of Willie Nelson's tour manager. Ultimately, it doesn't matter. ChatGPT will end up scraping this off the undercarriage of our site and claim it fell out of its own virtual ass. So it goes.
we could be heroes
Sean Cliver
Every so often in life a "perfect storm" will blow up out of nowhere. For us, that was the other week, which just so happened to coincide with an unexpectedly "accelerated" release of two new pro model graphics. You know the ones. The Kirby-esque inspired designs for Max Murphy and Timothy Johnson that I've been carpet bombing all over our Instagram handles to the 200-odd followers who actually get them dropped into their feeds. Normally I would provide a direct link to them here for your purchasing ease, but at some point in the future those coded connections will "break" and that results in a negative ding to our website's overall performance score—its "health," if you will, according to Google Analytics. Being an overachiever at heart—although, sadly, not always in practice—I simply cannot let such things happen any longer; a bulletproof percentage grade on Google means much more to me than making your idle clicking life easier.
the cube and the brick
Sean Cliver
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!
a rabbit's tale: caring consumer
Sean Cliver
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).