Propeller Skies

Last Saturday, I took a ride through Cracktown On Boulevard with The Quiet One and C-dogg. About a quarter of the way into our little journey through Cracktown, C-dogg decided to engage the hoodlocks, starting an argument with The Quiet One. She theorized the crackheads in Cracktown would be jumpy, being all hopped up on fat rocks of crack and all, and would start busting caps when they were startled by the sound of the hoodlocks clicking into place. Or something like that, I was too busy checking out the fine ass crack ‘hos to pay much attention. Amazingly, we survived the trip through cracktown and arrived at the Fulton Cotton Mill Lofts.

Upon arriving, we proceeded to start drinking heavily while the first band, The Hot Carltons, set up. As this was their first time playing out, my expectations were low. Much to my surprise, they totally rocked out.

After The Hot Carltons played, Recurring Propeller Skies character Ted showed up. I chilled with him for a while and drank more wine while we waited for Big Vessel to go on. As per usual, Big Vessel played a great show. Even though their acoustic album Riversongs is totally swell, I love seeing them electrified. Sometime after Big Vessel played, Ted mentioned that a woman had crashed into the buffet table. I assumed it was The Quiet One, but I later found out it was The Nice One.

In conclusion, it is a great party when a friend walks in and states, “… I’ve only been here fifteen minutes and I already smoked with the band.” Additionally, there were loads of MILFs and a midget in attendance. This party was sweet.

Someone got here searching for, “looking for a fuck in Alpharetta.” I guess that person likes inbred hicks, because there is nothing but rednecks OTP.

Aspherical has been up and running for roughly three months. According to the counter that came with Pixelpost, approximately 4,000 people visited. In addition, several people commented on the images. In contrast, I doubt the Prizzo Skeezy has garnered that many visitors in a year. And about five people have bothered to comment.

Last Friday recurring Propeller Skies characters Mark and Skye threw a birthday party in the hood. As the original partay in the hood was totally bitchin’, I cleared out some space on my schedule and made it a point to show up.

Showing up was easier said than done. Astute Prizzo Skeezy readers will recall that I have been depending on MARTA for my transportation needs. While MARTA works well enough for getting between my residence and place of employment, riding it to social functions presents a unique set of challenges. Since none of my five broke ass readers have contributed to the Smoove D Nissan Pathfinder Fund I found myself riding the bus on Friday evening. While I was waiting for the number eighteen at Candler Park MARTA Station, recurring Propeller Skies character Ted called and graciously offered a ride. I put the top back on my bourbon bottle and took him up on it.

Ted and I arrived on the early side, because we are both losers without fuck all else to do. Before I could even pour myself a proper bourbon on the rocks, Skye saddled me with a camera. Apparently word got out that I know how to take a picture without any fingers in front of the lens. After taking a few pictures, I was forced to conclude that the camera totally sucked a sweaty sloth ball. At least ten seconds elapsed between pressing the shutter button and an actual picture being taken. My primary main objective shifted from drinking heavily and photographing hotties to unloading the camera quickly.

I was successful in ditching the camera and spent some quality time drinking and chilling with Ted and several other revelers. Eventually recurring Propeller Skies character Big A showed up. Unfortunately, she was having a bad hair day or something and just hung out on the couch quietly. Sometime during the festivities, several of Mark’s DJ friends showed up and began spinning.

In conclusion, Mark and Skye threw some really sweet parties. I am bummed they are moving to Florida to sharpen up their shuffleboard and bridge skills.

By the way, for those keeping score at home, the incredibly slow camera had “Canon” emblazoned on the front of it.

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I have been a big Syracuse fan for a long time. This year, they had a perfectly good basketball team. Therefore, I picked them to go to the Elite Eight. Unfortunately, they are a bunch of bitches and lost to Vermont. The state of Vermont is composed of tree-hugging hippe dope smokers. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but a team from my state should be able to beat them in the first round of the tournament. Instead, they got bounced like a bunch of douchebags. Fuck Syracuse. Bitches.

At least Syracuse got bounced by a school I have heard of. The fucking ass farmers at Kansas got schooled by motherfucking goddamn Bucknell. What the fuck? Is Bucknell a school in this country? ‘Cause I ain’t never heard of Bucknell! Fuck Kansas. Fuck all y’all. Bunch of goddamn bitches.

I think it is time to reorganize and focus on our core competencies. This plan for consolidating states will leverage synergies and result in phenomenal cost savings. This super fun time link is sponsored by Kamikaze Lunchbreak.

Astute Propeller Skies readers will recall that way back in January, my friend The Professor was kind enough to donate a Fujica STX-1 to me. At first, I was a bit disappointed with the quality of the photographs. However, after shooting several rolls of film I realized the camera, being vintage and all, was lending some sweet old school flavor to my shots. I adjusted my subject matter accordingly and am now convinced the STX-1 is a most excellent Freegan find.

The STX-1 is over 20 years old, completely manual, and totally lacks superfluous modern gadgetry. It does feature through the lens (TTL) metering that would be convenient if the light meter was worth a damn. The Fujica STX-1 uses an averaging meter, which ensures that the exposure is always wrong. Approximately two weeks ago the meter finally broke, which is fine, since meters are for posers anyway. In contrast to the bootleg meter, the manual focus system with ground glass, microprisms, and split image is fantastic.

No review would be complete without a few sample photos. This monument in Oakland Cemetery was shot with the STX-1, a Fujinar 28mm f/2.8, and Ilford Delta 400 film. This other monument in Oakland Cemetary was shot with the STX-1, a Kominar 135mm f/2.8 and Ilford Delta 400 film.

The Fujica STX-1 is a swell camera for general shooting. I particularly enjoy the simplicity and have been using it to expose black and white film. This camera is totally bitchin’ and I highly recommend it, if you have the means.

Thursday evening, I attended Campus Moviefest with recurring Propeller Skies character Lisa and her friend Lori. The hopelessly lame theme of the event was “good goes around.” Not coincidentally, good goes around is the slogan of Delta Airlines. We here at the Prizzo Skeezy nominate it as the Worst. Slogan. Ever. Seriously, what the fuck kind of tree-hugging hippie bullshit is that? We suggest that they change it to a more reality based slogan. Examples include, but are not limited to:

• Vaporizing shareholder value through poor management;
• Platinum parachutes for rotten executives; or
• Delay, delay, flight cancelled!

This was not an event that I would normally have gone to, because movie theatres and booze do not generally go together in this country. However, when Lisa mentioned it, I figured it would be a great opportunity to meet some young, college age women. I was wrong.

The short films put together by the students were very creative, but technically a nightmare. My absolute favorite was Cocaine The Musical, which was fucking hilarious. The first place winner, What Mocks A Good Movie, was created by people with far too much time on their hands. It is fucking hysterical, because of the witty dialog and the innovative use of stop motion animation featuring Legos®.

This was a really cool event, made even better by my 99x* Freeloader Card** that got me in for half price. I recommend stopping by this event. I would highly recommend it, but the corporate sponsorship was extremely heavy handed.

notes:

* Not that I would ever be caught dead listening to corporate radio.
** That’s right, I’m a card carrying Freegan, bitches.