Marc McKee reminded me the other day that the 20th anniversary of Big Brother is coming up round the bend in 2012. But it may just as well be the bicentennial of the former skateboard magazine, seeing as that would be much more in keeping with stupid tradition. After all, I think we were blasting anniversary cover blurbs by what, Issue 3? Anyway, Mayans and Delawarians be damned, somehow someway somewhere we're going to celebrate the 20-year fact. Without this initial big bang, who knows if the modern world would have ever had the pleasure of witnessing Chris Pontius's three-dimensional wang in multiplexes worldwide? So... perhaps a Mardi Gras reunion? One more diapered night in Tampa? Hell, even an RV bound straight for Sacto and all SLO points between sounds pretty damn good at the moment. Worst case, I s'pose we could always go back to choking the historical chicken and polish off that long bandied about docu-memoir deal. In the meantime, look at the Wee Man, look at the silly little Wee Man*, and keep watching the festival skies.
* This was a two-page spread featured in Big Brother Issue 15, a/k/a Issue 666, circa 1995. The photo, taken by Rick Kosick, was later featured in its clean, original 35mm form in the deluxe hardbound edition of jackass: 10 years of stupid, but here it's replete with scan moray, staples, logo, and caption, the last of which reads: "At an abandoned baggage claim near LAX, Wee Man, Jason Acuña, imitates a garment bag gone wild. Skycap!"