Sketches

I was forced to clean out my room yesterday and bumped into a cache of childhood sketches I had made, and saved.  

There's no real rhyme or reason to this, but it's certainly easier to digitally catalog all of my childhood drawings, and I'd thought by sharing some of them it'd be a fun blast in the past.

The first couple of pictures below are drawings I made probably around Elementary school.

The first drawing in a sketchbook I ran across, with some cartoon-y troublesome fun and a PC ending (the guy is okay, and the explosion just rendered him unconscious and in

his boxers)

I must have watched Jurassic Park earlier that day or something.  There's supposed to be the reflection in the Raptor's eye of a guy scared sh*tless as other raptors surround him (I'm sure he thought of something and made it out okay though).

Another michevous character, this guy apparently built a super laser gun/robot which fire at each other to create a massive energy ball....which expands too rapidly, backfiring and blowing up the scientist's lab (he is okay as well). 

This seems pretty straight forward. 

How that guy hid a Periscope in his Mohawk is another question entirely.

I went through a phase where I drew a bunch of mischievous satirical outlooks on famous figures, seen above is Smokey The Bear: Gone Wrong

Same thing only Teletubbies: Gone Wrong.  I think we're still in the Elementary school period.

I was a big fan of film (and I still am), and loved trying to draw out how they'd film certain things in movies.  Above is what I would do if I was filming Voldemort coming out of the cauldron in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

This had to be around Middle School, when I started to write out scripts and plans for movies I'd want to make in the future.

Ah. Some explaining is needed for this one.  This was an English project during my sophomore year of high school.  We were told to create a graphic novel feature on...whatever, and hand it in.  I chose to create my graphic novel on 'a day in highschool, looking through my eyes'.  It was heavy in the satirical but also light-hearted...I didn't seriously believe the school was a perfect mirror of a Nazi Prison camp, but it was fun to portray it in the cliche, prison type deal, the "SchutzStaffel" being replaced by the "School Staff".

I went through all of my high school classes, and depicted my teachers symbolically.  The dove, sitting next to the candle-stick which looks a lot like the Amnesty International symbol, was my English teacher (and the school's head of the Amnesty International club..there's a method to the madness).  The comment about "NO CARBONATED WATER", is a reference to me drinking a Polar Seltzer Can in class every day...and opening it at very inconvenient times while the teacher was speaking.

The next teacher, Mr. Ryan, takes the form of a Roman Emperor.  I did 4 years of Latin at high school, 2 of which were taught under this legendary character.  The man had devoted himself to the Roman world and had a vast collection of artifacts and replicas.  The bio-hazard individual standing in the (what I would imagine phosphorus yellow) smoke was my chemistry teacher.  I can honestly say I did not retain one bit of useful information out of that class.

This has to be a reference to Mr. Hoey's History class, with all of my classmates depicted as animals in a very 'Last Supper'-ish manner.  Probably one of my favorite classes of Sophomore year. 

If you can't tell why that guy in the middle has a star as his head...that was supposed to be a blinding shine, reflecting off of our straight-up-bic-shaved headed Gym Teacher, Mr. Rice.

I should probably mention that this last scene is heaving on the symbolism...and not in the literal.  The explosion at the end is supposed to be symbolic of the release of pressure and stress, resulting in FREEDOM (I'm out of school).  Also..last period was math...I mean..come on.  That period sucked.  Notice the Texas Instruments Graphing Calculator is the time-counter.

However, obviously if I didn't put a HUGE DISCLAIMER here, I'd be getting people taking ideas out of context and thinking that I'm one of those 'troubled types' with major teen angst, setting up a manifesto on the internet.

(and if you didn't pick up on the sarcasm there..I'll be blunt: I'm not a troubled teen with angst setting up a twisted and deranged manifesto on the internet)

I forget what this was...some school-wide art portfolio that was gathered up and distributed at the end of the year.  I'm pretty sure this took place during Middle School.

I didn't trace any of these...first and foremost.  I went through a bit of a Star Wars drawing-phase in Middle School, and I believe (if I'm remembering this correctly) they had asked me to draw something more official looking after seeing one of my other sketches.

The other part of this PAW thing was filled with a couple of Vocabulary quick cartoons I had done for my 7th grade Middle School English teacher, Mrs. K.  She was an intricate part in me continuing to draw, and would set up my vocab cartoons in her class for other classes to look at.  I had totally forgotten about these until now.  I think the ones done for the PAW book were either copies of originals from 7th grade, or one's just made up for the portfolio (also, the portfolio wasn't just me, there were about 20 other students involved in the PAW book).

That got cut-off..it's supposed to say 'Graffiti'

This image above, along with the next two below, are original vocab cartoons from 7th grade.

Loving the clearly visible white-out.  It got a bit cut off, it says "In retrospect, I remembered the day I was soooooooo lucky I bent down to grab a penny"

Going back to my Star Wars phase, I said I hadn't traced any of those drawings...but I'd be crazy to say I did all that from memory.  For complex drawings, not of my own design, I'd place an image above, and freehand it on a picture below...adding whatever background and variations I wanted after that.

See?

This was however, free-handed and from imagination.

I really enjoyed this one.  I had left some sort of meat in a plastic-baggie for lunch on my open agenda book, and some of the meat juice leaked through and left a stain.  I ended up drawing a map of an island on the stain in my agenda book.

I've realized that I haven't drawn anything in years.  I decided to jut down a few quick little sketches after stumbling upon my other drawings, to see if I still had it in me.

Symbolic of the Internal dilemma I was having in my head.  Continue to clean my room? Or  continue to draw?

Well this was fun, looking back on my early imagination.  Hopefully you enjoyed some of the drawings yourself, and maybe I'll share some doodles with you in the future.

'till next time...

--Fin--

The Situation--Zombies: Challenge Accepted

You are in your room in your closest major city (In my case Boston). Everything you own is here and you are comfortably sitting by a window reading a good book in your lounge chair. You had been pretty engrossed in your book, however you were suddenly drawn out of it by the sound of screaming. Your head snaps towards the window and in all of the chaos you witness your city burning. In the streets, people are fleeing or shooting wildly into crowds and, although it is hard to tell, you believe you see zombies. They are of a slow variety, the old school rotting type; they are slow, stupid, hurt by the light, and can not swim. They have voracious appetites, however most people can walk faster than they can shamble. After you take all of this in you decide that you should stay put for a while and let things clear up outside because you are much more likely to get trampled or shot by people then eaten by a zombie out there. You spend the night in your room and wake up to find the streets deserted, some of the zombies have moved on and others have hidden for the day. Unfortunately smoke is pouring in from underneath your door and it seems you have very little time. You are able to put on some sturdy clothes and pack five objects into a bag before your door bursts into flames (please name the objects, you do not need five). You descend from the fire escape into the city below, now what is your plan to survive?

My Gear

Duct Tape:  incredibly useful, but also, with duct tape and a sweater you can make an armor that resists a human's bite force... I have to agree with Cam and Smoot on that one. Combine Sweatshirt, sweatpants, and the bonding strip of God to make bite proof zombie armor. 

Sleeping Bag:  It is lighter than a tent, but it will keep me warmer in the elements better than a regular blanket.

Compact First Aid Kit: Toughness and adrenaline will only get you so far against zombies. And all of that time outside could lead to potential infections and unexpected injuries. So a small water bottle of hydrogen peroxide to keep my wounds clean and the standard bandages and tapes will help keep myself healthy.

Leatherman Multi Tool: The diversity that the Multi Tool offers makes it the better pick over the conventional swiss army knife. It may be a little heavier, but in situations where practicality matters, the Leatherman has a greater number of practical tools than the Swiss army knife.

Aluminum Baseball Bat: As much as I would love to slay zombies with a Katana, the baseball bat is a far more practical option for bashing in zombies.

My Plan

If I am in a college dorm in Boston, the first thing I want to do is get out of the city. Since these zombies cannot swim, constant movement on the water would likely be my best plan of action. I would make my way to a dock taking Cam's advice and moving in well lit areas where I cannot be cornered. Once I reach the dock, the time would come to gather what I could and GTFO Boston.

I would  stock on food and other necessary supplies at the next available port town. And the idea of port town hopping would get me the supplies and gas needed for survival. I am not much of a sailor, but a moving target is the hardest to hit. Plus, this plan does involve the least amount of zombie encounters, so there are fewer chances I get bit.

However, I might not get a boat and have to do my surviving on the land. 

If that were to happen, I would again GTFO of Boston and make my way towards less populated areas out of the Midwest. My mode of transportation would likely be an abandoned Chevy Equinox. Since the back seats can fold down, there is more than enough room in the back to hold out until I eventually settle down and fortify. 

In terms of weapons, the bat is a good starter weapon, but if I can manage to get an upgrade I will take it. Guns could actually do me more harm than good. Sure I've been shooting before, but I'm a pretty lousy shot and the noise would attract more attention than I would like. So I'm going to stick to bludgeoning weapons and maybe a stab weapon to get my kill count up. If I can somehow dig up gothic mitten gauntlets and arm knives, I can make a very interesting combination. How would that work you would ask? The idea is to put on the gauntlets and put the arm knives on over the gauntlets. The gauntlets will enable me to punch a zombie in the face while the arm blades get the piercing kills. This combo is also silent and re-usable, plus unlike a bat or a gun, I would not have to worry about being disarmed. Since I am a black belt in Karate, I have no problem getting up close and personal with a zombie. If the blades break, then I will discard my combination and make due with the bat. 

Take that ZomBitch!

As for fortification, I would like to fortify in a hilly area on the outskirts of a suburban town. The Hills would give me a form of high ground, with out having to climb up and down a mountain in order to get provisions. But just to be on the safe side, I would end up fortifying my surrounding land with a barbed wire fence, bear traps, and pitfalls just to be on the safe side.

So there you have it. My zombie survival plan, weapons, and fortification strategy. Happy surviving everyone.

 

The Situation--Zombies: My Plan

The Situation - Zombie Apocalypse

You are in your room in your closest major city (In my case Boston). Everything you own is here and you are comfortably sitting by a window reading a good book in your lounge chair. You had been pretty engrossed in your book, however you were suddenly drawn out of it by the sound of screaming. Your head snaps towards the window and in all of the chaos you witness your city burning. In the streets, people are fleeing or shooting wildly into crowds and, although it is hard to tell, you believe you see zombies. They are of a slow variety, the old school rotting type; they are slow, stupid, hurt by the light, and can not swim. They have voracious appetites, however most people can walk faster than they can shamble. After you take all of this in you decide that you should stay put for a while and let things clear up outside because you are much more likely to get trampled or shot by people then eaten by a zombie out there. You spend the night in your room and wake up to find the streets deserted, some of the zombies have moved on and others have hidden for the day. Unfortunately smoke is pouring in from underneath your door and it seems you have very little time. You are able to put on some sturdy clothes and pack five objects into a bag before your door bursts into flames (please name the objects, you do not need five). You descend from the fire escape into the city below, now what is your plan to survive?

The Plan

My Objects

Extra pair of Boots: I'm going to need to take care of my feet if I hope to survive on the lamb.  Hopefully...and I'm cheating a little bit here, my boots that I'm putting into my ruck already have Dr. Scholl's (Gellin like a felon) foot pads and foot powder inside of them.

Leatherman Multi-Tool: This thing has helped me get through every job I've ever had and was my go-to utility of choice for my 12+ years of Boy Scouting (both me and Cam are Eagles..so I'd like to side up with him in the Zombie Apocalypse).  It's not just a knife, the Leatherman (I have the old Wave) has: 1) A straight edge knife 2) A serrated blade knife 3) Needlenose Pliers 4) Wire Cutters 5) Wire Stripper 6) Screw Driver 7) Bottle/Can Opener 8) A Filer 9) Saw blade 10) Scissors. 

Duct Tape: incredibly useful, but also, with duct tape and a sweater you can make an armor that resists a human's bite force......I agree with Cam on this one.

Sleeping Bag/Tent: I pack both of them together....so its really not cheating.

A Fucking Crowbar: While Cam seems to favor the "strong and light", I want a little bit more power and weight behind my zombie bashing.  Also, I can use the Crowbar to wrench open doors, rip up nails and use it for all the things it's supposed to be used for. 

My Plan

Assuming I'm in Boston, I'm going to want to try and get near the water and find a dock.  Normally facing a horde of zombies and water to my back wouldn't be favorable, but remember we're talking about the dumb and slow type who can't swim.  If I'm at a gated dock, that's pretty good, if I'm at the last boat on the pier I'll be able to see 'em coming.  

Obviously..I'm going to need food, and assuming we're in a good season (summer), I'm going to grab as many fishing crap as I can find, and grab a sail boat (this is assuming there's a sail boat at this pier..otherwise I'm grabbing a dingy..being a trooper..and rowing out).  I can fish for my food, but I'm going to try and occasionally dock..or throw anchor and row in, to find food where-ever I can.  I could probably hit up an EMS or REI and take all of their freeze-dried food, as I don't think a whole lot of people would even think of that in the first place.  While there, I can also pick up more camping supplies (propane, propane ovens, tents, all weather gear, binoculars, etc.

More like Expensive Mountain Sports

AHAHAHAHA...HAVEN'T HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE

Cam's idea of heading North is smart, but I think I'm going to travel down South along the coast line when winter starts rolling in.

I'm going to want to get a gun at some point, and obviously if we're talking apocalypse here, I can't really be picky in terms of what I come across.  However: If I could choose my weapon of choice, I'm thinking I'd go with a .22 Rifle.  The ammo is beyond plentiful, the noise is minimal, the accuracy is second to none, and the recoil is absolutely manageable.  I'd rather have a semi-automatic than a bolt-action, and I'm not sure I really need to worry about getting my "bang for my buck" (we're talking calibers here).   

While it's true that anything .357 above is going to make any normal person drop...we're obviously not talking about normal people.  There's no blood flow in the zombie, so it doesn't matter how many rounds I put in center mass or towards an artery, unless I'm hitting the spine (maybe? does that work with zombies?) that isn't going to work.  I'd rather be far away picking off zombies with minimal sound.

If I've got to get up close and personal though, I'm going to have to pick a bigger caliber over the .22.  If I'm within biting distance of a zombie, inflicting massive trauma on already dying flesh of a limb is more important to me than the precision head-shot.  It'll be harder for Mr. Zombie to bite me if he's hobbling around on a blown off knee-cap.  I'd be happy with anything .357+, although .357 magnum revolver frame pistols can also fire the .38 special round, which gives me a bit of leeway in terms of reliance on ammunition.

I would deserve to be eaten alive if I was using this.

I like Cam's idea of dynamic movement and nomad-ing it out, but I think I'd want to eventually come to settle at a static position.  Get a house in the middle of a field..build a bunch of bear pits around it, because let's be honest...I'm not going to get fricken Claymores, and set up signs warning the living.  Barricade the stairs, set up a shit-load of ladders..etc etc etc.  Or....check out #5 on this Cracked.com article: http://www.cracked.com/article_19286_9-houses-you-wont-believe-people-actually-live-in.html

 ....that is absurd....ly awesome.

Well, that's just about it.  I may have been able to put more effort into it...but Deadliest Warrior: Joan of Arc vs. William the Conqueror is coming on soon...and you get the idea...also side note: last episode was ah....not historically accurate in terms of that outcome.

--Fin--

The Situation - Zombies

Hello, my name is Cam and I am a new blogger here on the grog. I was planning on making my first post about technology, however I came up with a better idea and most of the others on this site helped me to refine it. So I decided(/was forced) to do this first. It is not just a post, it is more like... an open-ended question. I will start off with a scenario and then describe how I would escape it. Then every other grog blog writer is welcome to try and beat out my escape plan with one of their own. After they give their plan, they can make a new situation for everyone to escape, whether it is an altered version of the same emergency, or something new entirely. This is something I hope catches on and is fun to read. So, without any further adu, I present, my zombie apocalypse scenario.

The Situation - Zombie Apocalypse

You are in your room in your closest major city (In my case Boston). Everything you ow

n is here and you are comfortably sitting by a window reading a good book in your lounge chair. You had been pretty engrossed in your book, however you were suddenly drawn out of it by the sound of screaming. Your head snaps towards the window and in all of the chaos you witness your city burning. In the streets, people are fleeing or shooting wildly into crowds and, although it is hard to tell, you believe you see zombies. They are of a slow variety, the old school rotting type; they are slow, stupid, hurt by the light, and can not swim. They have voracious appetites, however most people can walk faster than they can shamble. After you take all of this in you decide that you should stay put for a while and let things clear up outside because you are much more likely to get trampled or shot by people then eaten by a zombie out there. You spend the night in your room and wake up to find the streets deserted, some of the zombies have moved on and others have hidden for the day. Unfortunately smoke is pouring in from underneath your door and it seems you have very little time. You are able to put on some sturdy clothes and pack five objects into a bag before your door bursts into flames (please name the objects, you do not need five). You descend from the fire escape into the city below, now what is your plan to survive?

The Plan

My Objects

Poncho- can be used for rain protection or as a makeshift shelter

Knife- couldn't kill a zombie, but still useful

Duct Tape- incredibly useful, but also, with duct tape and a sweater you can make an armor that resists a human's bite force

Sleeping Bag - So I don't freeze to death during winter

Aluminum Baseball Bat- My early zombie killing weapon of choice, it is strong and light, but also silent and reusable.

My Plan

After I escape from my room, my plan is to escape the city as quickly as possible. I would stick to lit areas and try to climb through some of the major roads, probably on any above ground T lines to try and stay clear of cars. After I get out of the city I would try to head north where it is colder and less populated. I would prefer to take one of the U.S. mail trucks because they are fairly fuel efficient, rugged, pretty well armored and the back is big enough to live in if it is needed.

I would most likely try to live out the apocalypse in the back of my mail van, staying in places only shortly and trying to siphon off as much gas as possible from abandoned cars and gas stations. Eventually gas would run out and I would have to create a wood gasifier of some sort in order to continue moving. Luckily, if ventilated, this would also provide some much needed heat during winter. The vans windows would be fortified with steel and gun holes with covers on the inside would be added for protection. As I have said, I would go up North where there are only a few people even without an apocalypse happening and where the environment is much harsher. This would hopefully lessen out the zombies. Food and water would be scavenged and stockpiled in the back of the car. And even if the van breaks down to the point where it is beyond saving, there must be hundreds of thousands more. There is probably enough room to even pick up a few companions. Together with another person or two, I could survive indefinitely because I would never get pinned down or starved out, I can always just move on.

As for weapons I would use my aluminum bat, a bow, and possibly a shotgun. The reason I would use a bat and bow instead of the much more common sword and gun is because honestly, I think they are much more practical. Swords, even the extremely sharp katanas, generally get stuck in things. This is fine when you are fighting one on one or with an army to protect you, but really bad when it is you versus a horde of undead. Unlike a sword, a bat does not get stuck in anything, because it relies on blunt force. In addition, when you swing a giant, sharp and heavy piece of metal as hard as you can, you are just as likely to hurt yourself or your buddy standing next to you, as the zombie across from you. I prefer the bow for similar reasons; they are quiet, you can retrieve or make new arrows, and I doubt many people would be thinking to go for one. Guns are the exact opposite and because of that, trying to get a gun would be just as dangerous as running through a street full of zombies unarmed. Every gun store would most likely be barricaded or looted and most likely you would get shot before you got within thirty feet of the place. If I did get a gun though, it would be a shotgun for simpler reasons. I wouldn't have to aim as well and could fill the shells with metal shavings if I had to. Then I could just run and shoot behind me in a blind attempt to hit a leg.

Well, that is how I would try and survive, I challenge any other writer to do better. If anyone actually follows this site, feel free to tell us who's plan is best, point out any flaws(in the normal civility that the internet is known for), or just tell us your own plan. I hope you enjoyed reading my plan half as much as I enjoyed writing(/making) it up.

Memories from Brooklyn, New York: The Fascinating Sociological Petri-Dish of a Hipster Nation

Ah..Brooklyn, New York.

This weekend I had been "voluntold" by my mother to drive some housing items down to my older brother's new apartment in Fort Green.

I'll admit it...for what I thought was going to be a boring and dreadful trip, I actually had a pretty...interesting...time.  I became fascinated with the social scene around me, which I'm pretty sure doesn't run parallel any where else, Boston included (although the South Boston Irish blood in me says that's because we're better....hey, can't lend New York that much credit).

There is just something about that city that I can't place a finger on.  I begrudgingly admit that the lifestyle of a special kind of New Yorker captures one's attention: The Hipster.

My older brother, in terms of fashion, has become known as the Black Sheep of the family.  To which me and my younger brother can't help but to harass him (all in good fun) mercilessly.  It's not a stretch to say he's strayed far from the deeply conservative roots of my family.

I'm not sure if I scoff at the Hipster culture.  The atmosphere in Brooklyn was so foreign, that section of the city was literally like visiting another planet.  We're not talking about bumping into your occasional "Whole Foods" in Massachusetts, this place had blocks upon blocks of a Hipster Nation.

My level of respect for aspects of the culture faced obstacles however.

The harder I looked into the dark Buddy Holly glasses of passing pedestrians, I began to notice a conformity among these "non-conformists".  Some individuals I saw were fighting "the man" in vain it seemed.  Everything I had come to admire about the Hipster scene in Brooklyn was quickly discredited, as I sat down in front of "Smooch", an organic Aussie coffee cafe, where I ordered a Tamarama and coffee that looked like this:

The Tamarama (replace the eggs with tomatoes)

Deliciously good Aussie Coffee.

You can reach their website here (notice the hipster photos): http://smoochorganic.com/

Anyway, there were some particular gripes I had with some of the individuals, which I've highlighted below. Say what you will about the "movement".

For those with a fetish for the Politically Correct, a quick disclaimer: It's a fact of life that people make 5 second snap judgments about other's lifestyles that aren't like their own.  Everyone makes these calls, and you're lying to yourself if you think you don't...but that in itself is a post for another day.

F*ck Starbucks, Give me a Cigarette: It seems that Starbucks got too popular for the average Hipster, who would much rather be at a place like Smooch. What else could they go towards that wasn't popular in the mainstream?  How about Cigarettes?  They've long fallen from the high pedestal they once occupied, and smoking one now, despite a Surgeon General's warning, epitomizes individuality (right guys???).  But these are Hipsters we're talking about...so a particular brand is out of the question.  Thus, I witnessed a ridiculous amount of Hipsters walking by with hand-rolled Tobacco.

Tacky Tats:  The spider web at the right elbow.  The Sunflower on the back.  The Phoenix on the neck.  Whattttttttttttt was going on with these tattoos?  Marking up your body is independent, sure, but these things were just retarded.  There was seemingly no significance to any of the designs, and some of them looked as if they had been done by a 4th grader in art class.  

The Fashion:  Every single Hipster I bumped into had a variation of these..interesting fashion choices.

Buddy Holly Style Glasses

Skinny Jeans (In Funky Colors, as well as regular)

Corduroy Pants! Making a comeback..

Retro Puma (or Converse, OR Boat Shoes) shoes

Even then, the occasional brand-less flip flop is better than these pesky things..I found this hilarious dialouge under the picture below at http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/

"This picture is a picture that represents the power of branding. There is a common lifestyle brand called PUMA. One bro merges his personal brand with Puma by wearing their shoes. The other bro had a Puma logo tatted on the back of his neck. In order to strengthen your personal brand, you must be willing to take risks and make bold choices.

Should I get the Nike/AmAppy/HypeMachine/Sparks/PBR/Chili's logo tattooed on me?  Will 2009 be all about merging your personal brands with corporate lifestyle brands?"

Hahahahahahahahahaha, yes, 2009 sure did become a big year in corporate lifestyle brands friendo, also---another Hipster gripe that I bumped into in that website.......who the fuck is calling the year 2011, 2k11.

2k11.

I'll let that sink in for y'all.

The Messenger Bag (or Man Purse), and Not That Cool Jack Bauer Kind

I saw an absurd amount of these things in Brooklyn.

All of them not used by bikers/Not used to carry laptops.

And sadly.....none of them were being wielded by the killing machine that is Jack Bauer.  WWJBD??????????

Ah.....sigh.

A Man Purse I can Respect

The Scally Cap.....Backwards

Tehe...that photo is cute.  But most importantly, the baby is wearing it right.  Being a big fan of "me Irish heritage" I personally think that if you own a Scally cap, but wear it backwards because you don't want to conform...or you're not even Irish at all and part of a Rastafarian rap group.........chances are I'll think you look like a fucking idiot.

These Hats....Whatever the Fuck They Are

Tacky Tanks

Triple V-Necks (TFTW)

Preferably at the most tacky of color schemes.  Like with Gray base, then Red, Yellow, Black and Puke Green lines on top.....yeah I saw that.

ON AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD.

His father however had the worst offense on the fashion list....and it is shown below...

The Hipster Fedora

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I'd have to say some of my favorite decades of fashion where the 1940s and 50s, where donning on a nice suit and a stylish fedora helped everybody to look like absolute bosses.

And yet...

They fell out of fashion favor.  Coincidentally I looked at a flash card from the guessing game "Origins" at my brothers apartment, and know when hats reportedly fell out of fashion.  

President JFK was the first U.S. President to attend inauguration without wearing at hat.

BAM...didn't see that History note from left field now did ya?

Anyway, while the 40s and 50s brought us G's like this:

The sarcastic humor of life saw to it that our dreams would be crushed with the revival of one of the most iconic American fashions at the hands of Hipsters in 2k11....DAMNIT now I'm saying it..

The most brutal offense to the 2k11 Fedora is of course: The Tan Fedora.

Because Sean Connery you ain't 

Anyway..I suppose I can end with this: With all this zany Hipster fashion, and silly idealism, I can't imagine they'll be able to escape the conform forever, wannabe's (think Pink Red Sox Hat People), will jump on the Hipster bandwagon and the original Hipsters....in an attempt to not be "conforming", will have to go off and do something else.

Some signs that the Hipster Culture is being integrated into the mainstream?

Avocado...Buddy Holly...Hoodie...Plaid Shirt...Looks like this Hipster supports the consumerism of Subway!

--Fin--