Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry HalloweenMas Eve's Eve

Tis the night before Christmas Eve Day
and all through the hood,
not a creature was stirring
except a Calderwood.

The Holidays mean baking and pushing the limits of sugar consumption, so go get all cracked out and carve a pumpkin.



I present to you the Boogeyman.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Decking the Halls with Dank

My father, better known as the almighty Tom Calderwood, was purchasing a small cup of joe at Starbucks in downtown Campbell, when he was approached by one of the baristas working there. "You look just like the father from 7th Heaven," she exclaimed with a twinkle in her eye. I can only imagine the face my father made in response. Hopefully it looked something like this.



Whether or not Tom looks anything like Stephen Collins is up for debate.



Here is Tom Calderwood performing his famous "Don't Smoke Pot" monologue.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Oh by Gosh by Golly...

...it's time for mistletoe and holly. Bring some fine little honey to the nearest computer and show her The Clog. You are sure to get laid beyond belief this holiday season. I now present to you a few holiday related photographs.


If not for these two there would be no Clog. As if that even matters.


This place changes upwards of five dollars for a tube steak. I suppose it is the view you pay for, and the profound road signs.


When the weather gets shitty, the shitty get baking. Cranberry Pecan pie is the new "go to" pie, so trade me something for this heart warming yum yum.


Mountain Charlie was once known for roaming the Santa Cruz hills, beating the living shit out of bears, raping trees, and doing all things that burley men did back in those days. He is now known for sharing a name with one of Los Gatos' premier drinking locations. Drive a few miles up the road though, and you'll see the type of trees good old charlie is capable of dishing out.


December means winter time, winter time means fires, and fires mean sleeping kitties. December also means early sunsets, early sunsets mean early drinking, early drinking means early passing out by the fireplace. When you combine sleeping kitties and drunk people you get lots of scratches and bites. Tis the season my friends.