Last Thursday was not "Bring A Legendary Pro Skateboarder To Work Day" at the Dickhouse offices, but that thankfully didn't stop Scott Manning from bringing by none other than Jason Jessee himself. I'm not sure who was more happy to be in this photo—Jason or us—but we made Manning take a bunch of shots on almost all of our cameras (and every single one was a tad soft, but I guess it's not fair to hate the player *cough* Scott *cough* when it just may be the iPhone game in the end). Keeping up our old Big Brother quotes tradition, Jason did have this to say about several of Scott's early photo attempts: "My knees are showing … it looks corny."
Visual lemming? Photo fanatic? It took a lot longer than it probably should have, but we, the "dickhouseworld" (reluctantly had to add the -world because some cock already squatted our casa), are now officially on Instagram. We've got at least a metric butt ton of photos filling our office archives, so what better way to start dribbling a few out each and every day for those who need a regular ROYGBIV fix. Special thanks to Rick Kosick for supplying this "selfie" with Jeff Tremaine, Johnny Knoxville, and Sean Cliver as our first official photo dose.
This past weekend, Mr. Dave England invited a bunch of us up to his big backyard digs in Ojai, California, to witness his marriage to Ms. Shawna Evans during the extreme heat of the day. All sweatbacks and asides though, a pleasant afternoon was had by all in attendance, including, but not limited to, Johnny Knoxville, Preston Lacy, Spike Jonze, Chris Pontius, Loomis Fall, Jeff Tremaine, Danger Ehren, Rick Kosick, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Ross Angeles, Chris Reed, Whitey McConnaughy, Trip Taylor, Mini-Loop Thor, Cordell Mansfield and Sean Cliver. Although Darf is no longer with us, many, many tales of his previous escapades were recounted, including this new one we'd never heard before where he'd allegedly appeared at a high-profile function and kept trying to peep up the dress of a local Sheriff's wife. Ah, Darf... how we don't miss you so!
Photos clockwise from top left: Ehren and Pontius share a shady moment; Dave and Shawna exit stage center; Knoxville, Spike, Loomis, Pontius, Cliver and Tremaine keep their sunny sides up; Knoxville and Preston share a hydration moment.
Photos from left: Cliver and Tremaine bookend the second most handsome man in Hollywood, Cordell Mansfield; Dimitry and Loomis bookend the most professional pooper in Hollywood, Dave England.
I have to say I've grown fond of the random spam that finds its way into the comments on the site. You don't see it right away on the most recent posts, but if you go skinny-dipping into the archives there are some serious poetic gems to be found. I don't always understand the purpose of the these myriad posts but *yawns* *stumbles* *steps on dick* *wonders how dick got so long* *ponders marketability of said long dick* *names long dick Juanito for no reason in particular aside from it being south of a border* *sets up Facebook fan page for Juanito the long dick* *turns TV on while patiently waiting for people to "like" Juanito the long dick* *flips to Adult Swim and flops Juanito back and forth like a soggy churro until midnight tonight when the all-new episode of Loiter Squad comes on* you really have to admire the non-linear, grammatical run amok way in which they perform fantastic farts of incongruent wordsmithery and callously cast it off as a casual comment. Jerks!
People often say our office must be an awesomely fun place to work, and you know what? It is! It really is the fuckin' best. A true life "Island of the Misfit Toys" meets "Pleasure Island" in most every cartoonish way possible. Every so often though, one does have to pay the price for living this "professional" dream and today was the day that Rick Kosick's number came up as Johnny Knoxville went down in a position that has since been coined the "Rixty-Nine". Just another gust of breaking wind in the days of our Dickhouse lives!
I really think Chad Muska is an interesting person, and he's always involved with a lot of different projects, whether it's making music or designing clothes and shoes. I've been trying to shoot some kind of video with him for a long time, like a "day in a life" story or some kind of short skate video, but the both of us have always been busy and our
paths never crossed—until this past summer, that is.
One day, I was surfing the Internet, looking at photos on Instagram, and that’s when I noticed Chad was posting pictures
of some art project he'd started working on. It caught my attention right away. I
started asking some of my friends about Chad and fired off a few text messages asking him what’s going on, but he wasn’t responding. Then
one night I ran into Chad at the local watering hole and that’s when I put him on
the spot, asking him what he’s up to. We both ordered some drinks and soon he was
sharing his vision with a lot of enthusiasm and passion and he invited me
to come over and check out the space. Chad started laughing and
mentioned that maybe we could shoot that the video I’d been asking about
after all this time.
So I finally made it over to
Chad’s studio—or the "Flat 425" as he called his workspace—and Paulo Diaz, a
friend of Chad’s and legendary skateboarder, was hanging out helping Chad
with this project, too. At first Chad
wasn’t sure if this video idea I’d been pushing for was going to work out. I
guess he’s sensitive about peoples' energy, and if you kind of bug him he’ll just ask
you to leave. But after the first night of the three of us hanging out, he knew I was going to work out—or at least that’s what he told me.
Originally I'd wanted to film
Chad for a few days and then just edit the video and put it out, but after a few times hanging around the
studio and noticing what was going on I decided to keep filming throughout
the entire summer. I felt like I was capturing what I would call some really good “moments of madness”, and they
happened frequently. I felt if I kept this up, I would eventually have a better
video to edit.
Now that the video is
finished, I’ve been looking back and thinking about the time I spent hanging
with Chad over the summer. I had a
lot fun and it was inspiring to see what Chad was pulling together. It caught
a lot of peoples' attention, and one of the things that stoked me out during
the filming was how Chad would take the time to interact with all
the people who would stop by the Flat. That’s when I learned Chad truly is a
people person, and he would take the time to share his vision with anyone who
walked through the door. It didn’t matter who you were. Chad also
brought something positive to the LA art community that not many people can
achieve—or even try to achieve. He’s generous like that, and I’m just thankful I was able
to document this little moment in time. I learned a few things in the
process, and I can’t think of a better way to have spent my time during the summer
of 2012. —Rick Kosick
If you remember our last "getting with the program" flashback from jackassworld.rip, Rick Kosick appeared to be onboard and hip to the fact who shined his penny on a daily basis. Many, many months later, however, the tables (and our minds) had all flipped out and another stellar moment in the day-to-day (sur)realties of our ridiculous professional lives was missed out on—well, at least on a televised scale. The clip itself was miraculously caught by Dimitry (I say "miraculous" because he was rarely if ever actually found in our office environment) and delivered on a silver plate to our online audience, but it was just that and only that and it wildly fluxtuated between 8,000–20,000 site visits a day. Some of those people are still found here today, and to those people I say, "Suck it!" In a good way, of course.
If you ever get a misty dew drop in your eye—not one of those icky goo drops, mind you—some of what was lost online can sort of still be found in digital putty on the jackass: the lost tapes DVD bonus features.
Once upon a time there was a website that could have been a TV show on par with any other dickhead "reality" program offered by the networks. The ingredients were all there: volatile personalities, dysfunctional camaraderie, professional immaturity, Playskool™ paint schemes, flea infestations, asbestos, and a perverse lack of windows to an outside world. What could have been, however, was never exploited. Instead it all went straight to an Interweb where no one can hear you scream above the million billion other odd uploads competing for your ADHD time of the day. And on this particular occasion there was indeed screaming to be heard. The screams of the damned in a ridiculous argument that easily and handily could have kicked the tragicomedy tuchas of any televised (scripted) reality scene on that day of the month. But, thanks to the Interweb, we'll always have the echoes to listen to in those special times of sadistic glee and need... like now!
Enjoyed this trip down mammary lane? Prefer your areolas of dinner plate proportions? First suckle on this and then choke on the boob in full by Dave Carnie.
There were many wonderful blunders within the jackassworld office that left people stunned beyond belief, but none more so than the actual hated thing itself: the stun gun brass knuckles. Lord almighty, you'd hear that zap off down the hall and your sweat glands would commence firing the perspiration posthaste. It was enough to get thoroughly conniptive over and I have the tic years later to prove it. By the way, you like Bam Margera's shirt there, don't you? Oh yes you do! So much so that you want to grab your credit card and start fiddling your clicking digits over at the official Dickhouse online superstore: http://merchmethod.com/dickhouse
Rarely do I go total green-eyed monster, but I do have to admit I'm a tad jealous of Rick Kosick's T-shirt collection. I used to own and wear almost all these shirts—well, at least those related to Big Brother—but now have only one or two at most. I've even lost my most beloved of hooded sweatshirts that had the awful Big Brother "Girl Logo" that was handwritten by former World Industries receptionist Nicole Moothart and include a dotted-heart "I". I guess I'd just taken all the free clothing for granted over the years and passed them on or thrown them out in the inconsequential manner in which they came. Still, my heart of darkness aches for the days when I was once able to reach into my closet and pull out my "Jay's Mom Got Hit in the Face with a Penis" or "Starbucks Fuck Off" T-shirt for a quick run to the grocery store. Apparently morality, much like free clothing, can be just as easily discarded from one's life. Wahoo!
Today we're reaching around from behind, as always, and sticking our online hand in the front pocket of Skateboarder Magazine to filch this first installment of Rick Kosick's "Raiders of the Archives" feature. You may remember the last time we did this when Jeff Tremaine's number came up (you can see Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 of Tremaine's archives by simply doing the hyper clicky thing where applicable, assuming, of course, you don't need me to hold your hand any further down the intuitive lane); or, maybe not, in which case I recommend supplementing your diet with some ginkgo biloba. Me, I'm all about the B12 right now, which I've found to be a real kick in the pants to my nervous system and metabolism. I'm also considering the addition of zinc and lecithin to this morning regimen, because I read on the Interweb—the source of all things good and true—that it can increase production of ejaculate, but that's a stupid story for another dumb day. For now, let's check out what Kosick's been hoarding throughout the years...
Did you ever see a band shirt that said "Listen to (fill in the blank)"? Well, not to toot our own horn, but toot-fucking-toot. Unless I'm gravely mistaken—and Marc McKee would be the one to correct me—the first graphic design incarnation of "Listen to Black Sabbath" originated at the rinky-dink World Industries offices just off Hawthorne Blvd. in Torrance, California, in the very, very early '90s. We later appropriated this concept for what was unarguably the best selling T-shirt in the half-ass Big Brother skateboard magazine soft goods line. So popular was it, in fact, that subsequent "rips" appeared throughout the industry in the years to follow. Off the top of my dome, I can recall the "Listen to Bob Marley" shits—shits?—shirts put out by Element; CKY was another band to jump on the "Listen to" bandwagon. And, like it or not, but it's not like you have a choice, that's the whole marginally interesting and rather trivial backstory to today's post title: Listen to Rick Kosick. Best of all, you really can listen to him. Like right now! Just click on the link below to be whisked away to iTunes where you can download a podcast from January 8, 2013*, described as follows: "A unique one on one conversation with Rick Kosick of jackass. In the first hour we go deep into his history. We speak about his first passion which is photography. We cover his decade long career with Big Brother." So, go on, lick your tongue!**
* Important: Make sure you match up this date on the podcast page!
** An inside joke understood by 2-3 people at most—mainly me, McKee, and Jeff Tremaine—that stems from a prank call made to a radio DJ in either late '93 or early '94. Entirely pointless and, as such, perfectly apt for any Big Brother remembrance.
To be honest this isn't all that uncommon of a scene to be seen in the Dickhouse offices—especially one with Jeff Tremaine being the eager "pitcher" and Rick Kosick being the reluctant "catcher". It's a scenario that has played out innumerable times with an equally innumerable amount of projectiles. This time just happened to involve a mini-basketball and a golf club, and one almost has to appreciate how little regard Tremaine had for the mounted wooden penis of Pontius's situated directly above Rick's head. Bonus! If you remember a super crummy iPhone video shot in the credits of jackass 3D where Lance Bangs was seated in a chair and then nutted right down to the floor in a great wooly heap, this photo was taken the very same day as that. Granted this has nothing to do with the price of tea in China or the square root of my last poo, but you can take that knowledge to the grave just the same.
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2010)
This video was originally made to help promote Andy Bell's fight against Jason Ellis at the Ellismania #8. I had finished the video right before the fight was about to happen and that's when Andy dropped out of the event. I was left hanging with no real reason to put it online, but now that some time has passed I thought, What the hell. Let's put this video out so the fans can at least watch it. It's better than sitting in my computer and, who knows, maybe it will inspire the rematch to happen after all! —Rick Kosick
This past Wednesday night at PINZ on the strip in Studio City, the Loiter Squad cast and crew gathered to bowl the night away in memory of filming for Season 2. Keep your sussy ass chapped and eyes wide peeled for news on when the upcoming season will premiere on Adult Swim in 2013!
Photos clockwise from top left: Robert Francis and Joe O'Riordan; Bowling Barry Smoler abides; Taco in repose; Tyler on the pole; Lindsey and Amanda with special guest photobomb by Rob from Montrose; Jared McClurg's head doesn't look anywhere near as big as Don Swedo's; Cordell Mansfield manages, for once, to keep his eyes open while food eating with Volney Howard IV.
Photos clockwise from top left: Davon "Jasper" Wilson; Lance "Bearded" Bangs and Compston "Dark Shark" Wilson; Chris Clancy and Kelly Sato Clancy; Rick Kosick and Jeff Tremaine; Eric, Tyler, Taco, Knate, Shanna, and Lionel mug while Kevin Mills mulls; Guch balances balls while Shad shaka brahs; Lionel Boyce.
(Special thanks to Lindsey Shupe and Rick Kosick for the photo-tasking services!)
DVD bonus features.
in full by Dave Carnie.
where Lance Bangs was seated in a chair and then nutted right down to the floor in a great wooly heap, this photo was taken the very same day as that. Granted this has nothing to do with the price of tea in China or the square root of my last poo, but you can take that knowledge to the grave just the same.
