Pastry Expansion

Today is Weed King's birthday. If have have no idea who Weed King is then you must be living underneath a giant boulder, because he is the greatest thing to hit San Jose since Tecate.


The King of Weed is pictured on the right.



I baked a chocolate sheet cake for WK's birthday day. Twas a welcome break from pie baking, and marks a whole new era in Clog baking.

The Choicest Death Destination

The lush grassy valleys and rolling snow capped hills of Scandinavia.

Bring on the afterlife.

Death is not the End

Of course, who would want such an end all be all? No one wants to die, but if we must then why be restricted to either heaven or hell? Stay tuned for the ultimate afterlife location :)

Jerking off

This enormous piece of beef jerky has graced the walls of The Cave since its original inhabitants first arrived. Carson Lee has recently parted ways with his beloved home and eccentric yet sexy roommates. No one dared break open the package and take a bite out of the giant piece of meat, until a couple weeks ago while Carson was packing up some of his belongings.



Soon after gnawing on the two year old slab of dehydrated steak Carson embarked on his own personal couch tour. He has been crashing on people's floors all over the greater San Jose area, so keep your doors unlocked because the homeless Viper needs a place to rest his lovely little head.

Going that Extra Mile

Documenting the events on a particular day is strange because it forces the documenter to view the day through a filter of hindsight even though the events have yet to occur. Don't fret over wether or not any of this makes a lick of sense, because chances are nothing that happened on this particular day made a lick of sense either.

After an arduous day of skating svp 2 Jesse and I embarked on a quest for refreshment. We desperately craved adult sodas but the only form of currency we had came in the form of Jesse's Chevron card. Hindsight could never have prepared me for the day that lay ahead of me.


Jesse Powered up for the adventure with some pineapple soda. Only Chevrons with an Extra Mile market attached to them sell booze, so that is where we were headed.


Unfortunately neither one of us knew where an Extra Mile was located. After a few miles on 101 South the farm houses began multiplying...


...as did the fruit stands.


Well, looks like we're headed for Gilroy.


The temperature increaseed and Jesse and I began to regret the journey we had embarked on.


The next thing Jesse and I knew we were passing through Watsonville and on our way to Santa Cruz. It was at this time the weather some how turned a complete 180.


Jesse then remembered where an Extra Mile was in Santa Cruz.


You took the words right our of my mouth.


Corn dog high fives.


The fruits of our labor.

Off the Wagon

Those who have seen The Never Ending Story know all too well the gleeful smiling face of Falcor. This mythical flying puppy's face is a symbol of hope and innocence. It is shining beacon of hope in a world of darkness and despair.



Actually, taking into account recent events, perhaps I should rephrase my last statement. Falcore "was" a symbol of innocence...



...that was until he began hitting the sauce. At first it was just a couple beers during BBQs and social functions.



It was not long however, before everyone's beloved canine was downing malt liquor on the streets of San Jose. Let us hope this is just a passing phase for Falcor and that AA meetings will not be required.

Just kidding,




Let us all follow the lead of Falcor. Summer is upon us, time to party!

Troubled Times

When the going gets tough, the tough say "fuck it." Tuck your worries away for the summer my friends! Time to shred and have fun.


A good old fashion stump sighting can brighten the darkest of days.


Finding fun in the midst of anguish.