Man, he would've loved this...

So I stumbled upon this video the other day on someone else's blog, and immediately thought of Schrowe, of course. I can picture him laughing his ass off, and at the same time wishing he was playing the key-tar in the band...

Enjoy.

I'm Going to Try...

My friend Jason - the founding father of the middleCoast - has passed away. That is not easy to say, but slightly less difficult to write. I have no intention, though, of letting the middleCoast burn out or fade away. We originally attempted to make middleCoast the magazine, or at least middleCoast the zine, in a printed format. We never really got past trying to figure out how big the paper should be, or which one of us would pay hard-earned beer money to make the copies, so it turned into a blog. A blog we hoped would take over the proverbial blogosphere, no less. (Actually, I assumed Jason had made up that word until I read it somewhere else months later.) What it turned into was a place for Jason to make us laugh, mostly. And I'm forever grateful that it will exist for me to read for as long as I can maintain the blogspot thing. So I'm going to try, for the sake of all his loyal readers, to figure out how to do more than just post my rants. I'm going to try and make sure this spot stays around for us all to read his stories, like the one about finding a mouse in his apartment, for years to come.

I hope I can write more about my friend soon. And I hope I can do so without trivializing our friendship. And I hope he's somewhere, on some plane of existence keeping him at peace, away from this world that needs things like blogospheres to make our days worthwhile.

Good bye, friend. I love you.

-JasonToo

Soggy Boxers

I started off this week to find a load full of soggy laundry in the dryer. This is after running the dryer twice.

I had no clean boxers and I wasn't about to go to work boxer free.

I had to scramble to come up with a quick solution as I was running late and I was actually scheduled to be somewhere at like 8 in the morning.

I finally decided to bake my underwear. The only question was what was the right temperature? I wanted them evenly cooked through but not fried.

I went with 300 degrees. That seemed hot but not hot enough for them to go up in flames, which would have been cool as long as I'd gotten a picture or been able to tell a story about it (which would have been far superior to this story).

Anyway, I baked those cottony fuckers for 20 minutes at 250 degrees and they were STILL SOGGY.

I had to give up and put wet boxers on when it was fucking freezing out. I decided to bring an extra pair of pants so I could make an emergency change out in a gas station bath room if my entire crotch area visibly sogged up. That would have been very awkward to explain.

As it stands I arrive at work with a dry exterior but the boxers weren't completely dry until at least lunch.

The moral of the story is that global warming will not allow us the convenience of saving $1 on the clothes dryer... and also that when you bake your boxers you've got to go for at least 600 degrees and put that shit directly on the oven rack.