Oldies but Goodies : Part 3

Oldies but Goodies : Part 4

Oldies but Goodies : Part 5

Last but not least...



In Memory of Mario Frassetto.

As of right now:

Now that I've established some dominance with the system, I can stop talking about this...



Those pictures are coming, I just need to finish up my day.

Photoholics Anonymous

Mario's mom just sent me an email with a couple dozen photos of him from his earlier years, and some from not too long ago. I'm gonna do a bit of resizing when I get home and put them up late tonight or tomorrow. You're sure to laugh, I can guarantee it or your money back.

Oh, and before I forget, I need to get over to the "How did you meet Mario" post and drop off my first encounter. Anyone who hasn't done so, you're slacking.

-Justin

MarioTV : Episode 5 : The Professional

It's 08/08/08 today. Funny just typing it.

I remember very clearly the first time Mario figured out that everything that came out of my mouth was unoriginal. Movie quotes just seem to flow from within. From then on he'd throw things at me just to make sure I'd catch them. He'd always get this little smirk on his face when he'd quote a movie and I'd pick it up and run with it. There was a lot of appreciation there, because he'd remind me that nobody else would get it and that he was glad I was there to.....amuse him.

Mario really loved hitman and sniper type movies. Movies where one man seemed like he could take down an army. Movies like "Hitman," "Shooter," "Bourne Identity/Supremacy/Ultimatum", and "Liberty Stands Still." He especially liked "The Professional." (Non-English countries knew it as "Léon.") One scene in particular we used to always kid around about was from that movie. In it, Jean Reno plays a quiet hitman who befriends Natalie Portman, takes her in after her family is murdered, and teaches her how to "clean." The absolute best part of the movie is when Gary Oldman's character tells his man to bring everyone.

Super would say bring me everyone. I'd reply, "what do you mean everyone?" And he'd let out a big, EVERRRRYYYYYYOOOONNNNE!!!!!!

The Professional:




In memory of Mario Frassetto.

Sweet Victory...

...I got word yesterday that the blog finally made it to number 1 in the Google rankings in New York. My friend out there said it felt a little funny "googling Mario," which gave me a good laugh.

The west coast didn't see an update until sometime this morning. As of right now, Mario Frassetto is ranked number 1 out here too.

He shoots, he scores!

Go-oo-oo-g-le

If I'm not mistaken, today the blog is ranked 2nd on the big bad Google machine when you search Mario Frassetto. Thankfully whatever update they did to the page rankings dropped a bunch of articles about the accident (which were completely vague and pretty poorly written to begin with) and now we're moving towards the top.

Although I won't be posting information about the police report, Jeff relayed to me that it is being finished early this week and will finally be made available to us sometime shortly. In the most backwards way possible I cannot wait to see what CHP has to say about all this.

More tomorrow.

- Justin

MarioTV : Episode 4 : Nine Inch Nails

And now a word from our sponsors:

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Mario Frassetto.

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

One of the last conversations Mario and I had regarding music was about Nine Inch Nails. We revisited a topic Mario was quick to point out just about every time the name Trent Reznor was thrown out there. He was disappointed with the way things started to sound a couple years ago, ever the critic on what was good and bad. Mario would only give the occassional "meh", followed by a comment about it not being like the old NIN. He'd also say that comparing Nine Inch Nails Old to Nine Inch Nails New, wasn't like comparing them to another band. Not too many artists (bands) have the extensive catalog that Trent Reznor has put together.

When I was out in Cali hanging with him in June I popped in to a store and the guy behind the counter went to turn down his iPod when The Perfect Drug came on. I interrupted his shutdown so I could hear the song. Fifteen minutes later I told Mario that the store closed with me in it, and the guy blared The Perfect Drug for me. I haven't listened to that song in a long time, I'll have to put it on my Nano for tomorrow. Low and behold, he came back after work that day and said it's one of the best music videos out there. I forgot how sweet that song is. Seems he paid a visit to YouTube at some point.

By no means was Mario a fiend of any sorts in the using and abusing department as this song suggests. After all, lots of songs say plenty of things that don't pertain to our lives whatsoever, and yet we still enjoy them. This song (and video) just happen to be ranked right up near Super's top.

Having been a fan of NIN since I was about 13, hearing specific Halos remind me a lot of Mario. When he and I lived together he would play The Fragile, And All That Could Have Been the DVD, Things Falling Apart, and The Perfect Drug single (which was all remixes)......constantly. He had 5.1 surround in his room, and I didn't, so I left most of the DJ'ing up to him. A majority of the time I returned home at a decent hour he'd be in his room with a movie on (that was muted with captions), CD's playing, sitting on the ground with a laptop on the coffee table. That was his thing. He had a sofabed in his room but he always sat on the ground right in front of the table. When something good wasn't on TV he'd always have music playing over a muted television show or movie. Matter of fact, that's where I got it from. These days when I'm lounging around my place I will do the exact same thing. He was the person who taught me that even when you think you know what they're saying in a movie, sometimes you really don't know. You think you do, but you don't. Movies like "Snatch", where Brad Pitt's character Mickey O'Neil speaks in Pikey, a not-Irish, not-English, gypsy dialect, listening to it in caption would change the entire experience. For instance, Mario showed me that when caption was turned on the TV, it would predict the language in a certain pattern. But if the caption was turned on the DVD player, sometimes the sentences would be slightly different. From there, it was all interpretation.

Above and beyond any situation I could remember Mario in, him sitting on the ground watching a muted movie with some music on is the way I remember him most easily. With that said, there will be plenty more NIN to come as I can think of 10 songs he loved, and several that remind me of him.

Here's the video for The Perfect Drug with the lyrics listed below. If you ever come across this and the video is disabled, please let me know so I can re-up it. Thanks. Enjoy.

Nine Inch Nails : The Perfect Drug

I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug

You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart

My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me

And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug

Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you

Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces

In memory of our good friend Mario Frassetto.

First : Super Sunday!

This'll be the first Super Sunday of many, I hope. Courtesy of the volumes of memories I have with my good friend, Mr. Mario Frassetto.

There are some residual emotions runnin' over from the Hardcore Since '74 story, but I'm gonna give it a rest for a few days. It's the least I could do! :) This is assuming that the Frassetto family is ok with me continuing. I think the most detailed post about the hidden side of Super is out in the open now (aside from that other thing), and well, there isn't much going back. I was pleased to write it up, but something in the back of my mind kept telling me to delete the entire thing and put a cork in it. I truly hope it didn't freak anyone out. If it's any consolation, I'm slightly traumatized by all the research I had to do for the story, does that count? Haha.

Multiple things are in the works for this week. MarioTV episodes will be up, another YouTube video Super would approve of, as well as a couple other small posts from me. Jeff is moving to Philadelphia tomorrow and once he gets settled in he and I are going to work on the Nine Inch Nails in Phoenix story together, which is another doozie I (we) cannot wait to share. It should be an interesting read mainly because you'll get the first half of the night from Jeff, and the second half of the night from me. Somewhat Tipsy versus Completely Sober, that sorta thing. I'm tempted to just throw the pictures up and let 'em speak for themselves, but the story is a show stopper and it must be told.

I have another post similar to The Vacuum Earth that I'm also working on that may take awhile. It's nowhere near the length of the Hustler Helmet story (thank goodness), however, so far it has been the most difficult thing for me to write.

Last but not least before I fall asleep, I wanted to post this picture as a follow-up to the post Jeff did about Mario getting 86'd from the Mudvayne concert in Vegas. What's really hilarious about this picture is that it's titled exactly as it looks: "evilsanwich01." Why was it evil? Well, not only did Super have a hell of a night after getting shanghai'd at the concert, Jeff and I took him to get something to eat afterwards (to help soak up some of the pre-concert drinks he had) and low and behold, he got food poisoning from said sandwich. Hence, evilsanwich was born and quite frankly, I'm not sure he ever fully recovered from that night. Even mentioning the words "Hard Rock" within earshot was grounds for a small fracas, given the situation and the effects of the food.

The picture sure is funny though...

Arrrrrrgh!

Hardcore Since '74 : The Hustler Helmet

[the end of Addison Rose's signature over the Hardcore Since '74 slogan]

Larry Flynt, as most of us didn’t already know, founded Hustler Magazine in July of 1974. The magazine was a bit of a trendsetter at the time. Super Mario (not to be confused with the other Super Mario) was born one month after that. He somehow managed to mysteriously link himself to the Hustler genre somehow. Super owned more Hustler shirts than Larry Flynt, so I'd say that ranked him up there pretty high.

Anyone with half a brain knows that a helmet presides over any other protection when riding, and yet people go without them here all the time. Arizona does not have a helmet law for riders under 18. Eyewear is the only thing required to keep the bike on the road supposedly, but what happens when the bike leaves the road? Too many people think that they'll have time to react and guard their noggins. Such. A. Shame.

I remember back in 2000 when Mario first referred to a helmet as a lid. “Super, why do you call it a lid?” Because it keeps things from spilling out when you lay your bike down. The harsh warning that many riders do not heed. Anyone riding without a lid is a fucking jack-off. Trouble waiting to happen, man. So true. Mario was one of the safest riders I’d ever known. He had full Dainese Leathers and gloves, the jacket to match, as well as 4 different helmets. He wouldn’t even cross the apartment complex parking lot without wearing one of his helmets. I think that precaution was the result of getting into a nasty wreck when he still lived in Wisconsin (on a Yamaha YZF test bike from the dealership), but still, safety first. Jeff told me that Mario was so excited when the Hustler Helmet came in that it sat in the living room like a centerpiece for days before he decided to wear it out. Just like a kid who didn't want to scuff up his new Christmas shoes. (Truth be told, Mario never wore a helmet with a clear visor on it. He was waiting for a tinted shield to arrive that would fit the new helmet.)

I could have just as easily titled this blog "I'm going to make sure you realllly really reallllly get the point," but I digress. Outside the safety of wearing one, I’ll go over the importance of the 56 other aspects of this specific helmet by explaining in detail as much as I can about the man himself. If you have issues reading adult-like content, you may want to call this the end and wait for a post of a different title to come out. Things could get a little risqué, but I’ll do what I can to try and tone it down.

As anyone well knows (except for perhaps Mario’s parents – surprise!), Mario was a fan of the adult industry. He was a serious fan. How do I compare one fan to another? That would be an interesting question, for which I’ll try to answer. Imagine watching Disney on Ice as a kid, being brainwashed to the point of insanity by the Disney Channel, and then being taken to Disneyland or even better, Disney World. As a kid you’re crazy high with excitement, right? That was comparable to Mario and his collection of porn, knowledge of female starlets (lots and lots of knowledge people), and even a pseudo stage name he had created for himself: Kile Driver. He also had a method for his researching madness by using askjolene.com and freeones.com to pinpoint the names and best scenes of each starlet. I'll make sure there are several (editted) pictures to back this up. Just listening to him talk about it could get exhausting, but at least he had a part-time hobby. : ) I also want to mention that I think it's only fitting that Disney and Porn are mentioned in the same post. They've long been accused of sneaking in adult content right under our noses.

Some people would call Mario's "porn escapades" an addiction, but really it wasn’t. To Mario it was just a fun habit, sort of like breathing. Hey, I enjoy beautiful women and sex just as much as the next person, but I didn’t even scratch the surface compared to Super. The man was just on a different level. I can’t defend his appetite but just to say that it was there.

One of my favorite memories, as many of them as there are, is the sound Super would make when he’d see a gorgeous woman (er, women....plural) across a room. “Uhuuh.” Like you gave him a small punch in the breadbasket. “Uhuuh.” It was like a combination of a gasp and a sigh while pretending to be on the verge of fainting. In the car, the store, the gym, anywhere where there was the slightest possibility of physical attraction....... uhuuh! A Mario-ism for sure!

People who knew him for less than a few minutes could pick up on that Super-vibe. It was a guy thing sure, but as I said, it was always out in the open. Sure he was a man’s man; he could talk women, sports, bikes, and cars like the best of them. He could get his hands dirty changing the oil in his bike or something, but he cleaned up well. Nine times out of ten, any time he met a girl he could wander around the conversation like a champ. He was also really good at adjusting his demeanor for any setting. Goodie two-shoes type? Check. Hot goth chick? Check. Smart and sophisticated? Check. Dumb blonde bimbo? Check. He knew how to sensor his language and specific Mario-isms like they were on a switch. First impressions and Super, uhuuh, he just had that effect on people. Or vice versa!

His attitude towards meeting women was way beyond what most guys would consider “normal.” But then again, what’s really normal? Maybe attempting to meet every attractive woman in a 50-mile radius is everyone’s goal for all I know? For instance, my mission while out at bars is to enjoy myself without the distraction of booze or women (as few and far between as when I am out), his was literally the exact opposite. I’ll always be able to remember him as the guy with a drink in one hand, posted up at the bar, talking to anyone about anything. He went out more in any given month living with Jeff than I would in a year. Easy. He was the social end of the duo for sure. He and I would joke behind Jeff’s back about how uncoordinated Jeff was at talking to women, which isn’t a shocker to Jeff (sorry for ripping on you man.) On the flip side, Mario once said, ”whenever you and I go out JC, I never hook up. It’s like we get in each others way.” To this day I’m not sure what he was talking about, and had Jeff not defended me he may have gone on thinking I was the anti-poon or something. I just think that my presence in the social scene with him just reinforced a smidgen of responsibility, which you usually want to leave at the door the moment you walk in to the bar.

Mario was ahead of the social curve when it came to talking with the fairer sex, but he also looked really good when you put him in a room next to Jeff. Again, Jeff being one of our dear friends, I really only bring it up because in reality it is funny. And Super himself would laugh.

Having said allll that, add to the fact that you couldn’t take him anywhere without him bumping in to someone he knew. The funny times were when he’d have an entire conversation before realizing whom it was he was talking with. Shit man, where do I know that dude/chick from? Classic Super. I could never understand how drinking was synonymous with meeting women. Again, Super was the polar opposite. It was a characteristic that was synonymous with Super.

Anyway, back to the helmet. Through some close connections I was able to get Mario into the Adult Expo and AVN in Las Vegas. This was the beginning of his kid-on-the-playground adventures. Mario was so hyper and ramped up to see the stars that he was about ready to just fall over. We couldn’t get out of the airport fast enough. It was quite a scene! The ultimate for any people watcher who wanted to watch a person who could watch people like a machine. Did you follow all that? Good. Let me know if you fall behind, we don’t want any stragglers in here.

About 7 weeks ago Mario went with a guy he had met from the SoCal area to the L.A. Erotica convention. He sent me a bunch of text messages while I was in Vegas that weekend. Typical Super, he even called me to have a 7-second convo and in those 7-seconds crammed in enough words to make it seem like he was ready to spin right out of the planet's orbit. I had every indication that he was enjoying himself thoroughly so I waited to get the pictures first, and then got the stories when I saw him a week or so later. He never stopped learning about porn. Really! It turns out that Mario was going to a bar where Serena South was a waitress, and the two of them ended up chatting it up quite a bit. Through another person, Mario ended up becoming quick friends with Amber Rayne, at which point I told him that he better get his sh*t in gear and use his head brain.

The photos of said convention went up on photobucket, and a small mass email went out to the lucky recipients. (Thank goodness for that email in hindsight. That's how a few of us were notified of Mario's accident.) He bought a 3-day pass to the show, which was fucking money well spent, of course. The last day of the convention, Super wore his new Hustler Lid and decided to have it signed by every porn starlet he could. He had his picture taken with some women signing it, him holding it, them.....doing other things to it. For him, the experience would have been like a sugar junky in the Wonka Factory. I swear. You can tell by scrolling down through the pictures. Mario was more than happy to volunteer for....well, anything.

What I found particularly peccant about all the photos wasn’t what, say, the innocent bystander would find. I was COMPLETELY SHOCKED that Super was wearing a Beanie and Oakleys in some of the pictures. Not just any Oakleys, big ass Oakleys I hadn’t even known he had bought yet. All the sudden he was a Super-sized doppelganger! He finally started to accept (nay, steal) my style. I was torn between WTF and Nice!

[Super & Teagan Presley]

Super was big on surprises. At this point I’d say we’re all aware of that fact, and that should go without contest. However, in order to surprise the likes of his closest friends usually took a little something more. For instance, him agreeing with Jeff for years that my Oakley fetish was pretty gay, only to go out and buy a pair of Oakleys I would have worn myself. Not only that, he specifically wore them to L.A. Erotica, a place he knew he’d have his picture taken a hundred or so times.

At some point he could have thrown out a few names for me, ya know, just to let me know who he did and did not meet. This time though he went out of his way to get a picture taken with someone that I saw in Vegas a year or so ago. When I saw the picture, I knew for a fact that he had it taken specifically to mess with me. I just knew it. He also hung out with Erik Everhard for a few minutes and got the chance to talk to him mostly about hockey. Another shocker! Talking hockey at a porn convention, hell all they had to do is bring in a few Ducati 1098 R’s and some astroglide and Super would have lost his mind.

Deciphering the signatures was a difficult task even for the trained eye. (Not that I spend a lot of time doing this, ‘ya know.) However, I feel compelled to be sure everyone knows the who’s who of silver pen on the helmet. I just have to. Super said to me the last day that I saw him that he would have to go back and look at the photos to try and compare some of them to the location of the signature. I figure staring at the helmet for the next half an hour is the least I can do for the guy. There are 56 signatures on the helmet if you can believe it. Out of 56, there are only 5 John Handyeah’s that are not legible. Thankfully not everyone has their own website, wiki, or myspace page, but I decided to compile a list of most of the women Super mingled with at the convention.

I will spare you the actual fan sites at the moment, but the SAFE wikipedia pages for the following signatures are for Teagan Presley, Sasha Grey, Jessica Drake, Heather Vandeven (uhuuh), Ashlynn Brooke, Kiki Daire, Michelle Michaels, Jenna Haze, Kayden Kross, Sunny Lane, Katja Kassin, Jenny Hendrix, Alexis Texas, Stephanie Swift, Nikki Benz, Aurora Snow, Taylor Wane, Sophia Santi, Gina Lynn, and Amber Rayne.

Divinity Love has a wikipedia commons page with a photo and no bio, but I’d be smitten if I didn’t mention it because I know someone thought she was super smokin’ hot. Worth a google image search for sure, or just wait for me to eventually post her photo with Mario Frassetto.

Mia Presley has a fairly interesting blog that I just spent a few seconds perusing. Apparently she does more than pose nude.

The myspace pages for Tori Black, Chayse Evans, Chanel-Renee, Kelly Divine, Addison Rose, Kaelyn Landers, Angelina Valentine, Ann Marie Rios, and Allie Foster are clickable. Because it is myspace they are pretty clean (or less dirty, how’s that?)

Last but not least, the thing I warned you about earlier. I wouldn’t click any of these links unless you’re curious AND perhaps in the comfort of your own home with a firewall on or something: Rachel Roxxx, January Seraph, Lexi Belle, Lux Kassidy, Louisa Lanewood, Laurie Vargas, Alyssa Reece, Ashley Fires, Samantha Sin, Faye Valentine, and Serena South.

Only one guy signed the helmet. Guess who? The Hedgehog himself, Ron Jeremy (which is on the inside of the black, upper left air vent).

Hardcore Since '74 : L.A. Erotica : Part 1

[Getting started...]

[Super being Super]

[Did I mention he liked to volunteer?]

[Are you sure I didn't mention it?]

[I'm not sure what to say about this one, except to say I told 'ya so.]

Hardcore Since '74 : L.A. Erotica : Part 2

[Things that make you go hmmm]

[Like I said before]

[Super and Amber Rayne]

[I can only imagine what he was saying here with Nikki Benz]

[With Heather Vandeven]

Hardcore Since '74 : L.A. Erotica : Part 3

[Angelina Valentine]

[Jenna Haze]

[Jessica Drake]

[With Alexis Texas]

[With Sophia Santi]

Want to know something funny? Putting this post together is already enough for me. Several hours too many figuring out who's this and what's that. Wherever Super is he's probably thinking, "Enough? you're just getting started..."

With a big smile on his face, of course. For you, Super.

In memory of our good friend Mario Frassetto. Thanks for all the good times, man.

Bike saves Super would appreciate

I know this first video is one Mario showed me way back in the day. Unbelievable.... Freakin' amazing this guy doesn't get dumped after he high sides (I couldn't find it with audio, but still, watching it is madness enough):



This clip of Colin Edwards isn't too bad. Super wasn't the Edwards fan per se, but I thought the gesture Edwards made after saving himself was very Super'esque...



We miss you Mario.

How did you meet Mario?

A couple tidbits:

Our stock is up with Google this morning!

Today Googling Mario Frassetto brings up the blog in the number 3 & 4 spots! Nice!

After typing up a large portion of the social/adult history of Mario and the story behind the Hustler Helmet, it'd be so easy for me to slip and type Googirls instead of Google. That's a true fact let me tell 'ya. "Super's words coming out of my mouth." Hehe! Sadly, that website really does exist. A very longwinded story about the helmet is on it's way this week.

I was hoping anyone willing and able to type something up briefly could just comment on this post. Just a small paragraph: how did you meet Mario? I'll comment after someone else goes...

-JC

MarioTV : Episode 3 : Fight Club

Super was sort of the epitomy of Tyler Durden (or at least that's what he always wished for, haha.) I wish I could find pictures from a six or seven years ago, when he went out on Halloween wearing the Tyler Durden jacket. When he got home that night the jacket had been torn down the side - if I recall correctly, scaling a chainlink fence will do that to you. Some Super shenanigans for 'ya.

Although not definitive, Fight Club was probably Super's favorite movie. It was in his top 3 for sure. One of the things that really cemented our friendship was the fact that he and I could always pick up on movie quotes we threw at each other. If I had a buck for every time we quoted Fight Club I'd have someone else blogging for me right now. So many great (dirty) quotes came from that movie. Oh dude, it's ridiculous. "Now a question of etiquette, as I pass do I give you the ass or the crotch?" We quoted it on a daily basis for 8 years. I know, how unoriginal of us. For shame!

I do plan on editting my own Fight Club clips at some point and uploading them to Mario's Youtube so we can view them here. For now, take a listen to the 8 Rules of Fight Club. Once you've heard them check out the speech Tyler Durden gives to his space monkeys. This will do wonders for any cubicle-types out there stuck in their pods for the rest of the week. Wait, I'm one of those cubicle-types kind of.

Needs editing: Video No Longer Present

Next time I post about Fight Club I'll throw Ikea in the basement too. Should be fun. Fight Club taught me a certain level of animosity towards Ikea before I'd even been to one. Little did I know that it was right all along!

[MarioTV is sponsored by Mario Frassetto and his people. ;)]

Super gets 86'd from Mudvayne at The Joint

For Super’s first trip to Vegas, going to see Mudvayne while we were there was a no brainer. It was being held at The Joint at Hard Rock, a small venue that ensured it would be an awesome show. Super, JC and I arrived a couple hours before the show to get our pre-drink on. Super of course was making the rounds, sharing stories of his past Mudvayne concert experiences with others and also getting into his concert mood. He changed into his concert clothes, entered the venue and immediately headed for the bar to get another drink - you can see that he had a Mudvayne shirt on pre-show, but took it off prior to entering the venue: the only time you should wear a band's shirt at the concert is if you are actually part of the band, otherwise you’re just a dork.

[Super being Super, those people didn’t even know him a minute ago!]

JC and I decided to stake out a spot midway back, knowing that we most likely would only see Super for brief periods between his crowd surfing. Shortly thereafter, Mudvayne took the stage and we could see the first person up and over naturally was Super. Mudvayne only played a few songs since they were opening for Korn, so they were not on stage for long. It did seem sort of weird, however, that we hadn’t even seen Super make a quick pass by us before going up and over again. Hell, maybe he decided to hang in the pit or next to a hot ass chick, that sort of thing was very plausible.

We had decided not to stay for Korn prior to the show…there is other shit to do in Vegas…so we headed to the exit to meet Super. Well, to our surprise, Super was already outside by the ticket counter. We were at first wondering ‘what the fuck?’ until he showed us big ass red mark on his hand. He told us that he had been outside trying to get back in the whole time. After his first trip over the barricade, instead of security showing him the way back onto the floor, they showed him the door…apparently crowd surfing was prohibited and signs were posted as a warning. So where were these magical signs? Ah, most likely large and numerous and for all to see. Well, we took a photo of the sign…enough said.

[The obvious, can’t miss, right in front of your face, brightly lit sign]

Anyways, Super was none too happy as you would expect, so after a little persuasion, we headed out of there without further incident back to the hotel (thankfully we were not staying at the Hard Rock…for their sake) and vowed never to return to the shit box known as The Joint again.

Super…just back to the hotel after “the show”

Super…30 minutes later after a few drinks and some pharmaceutical help from me.

Adopt-A-Highway

Ok, I've got good news and I've got kinda bad news. Which would you like first? Everyone always wants the good news first for some reason.

The good news is that we're on the waiting list for the PCH Route 1 Southbound, where Mario passed away.

Awesome man, awesome.

The bad news is that we're on the waiting list. I'm not sure how many deep we are but I spoke with the coordinator and she is going to have a look and get back to me. After reading their literature I had no definitive answer on what we were able to do in the area. According to the people in charge, for the PCH there is only one option to Adopt-A-Highway and that is for litter removal only. Jeff and I were kind of hoping they'd allow graffiti cleanup as well so we could rent orange jumpsuits and chain ourselves together with buckets of paint thinner and scrubber brushes dangling from our batbelts. (Then again, there is no graffiti in the area to clean up so the job would be pretty quick.)

Overall the best news I can give is that so long as there is a breath left in my body, I will live to see this:



Pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. "In Memory of Mario Frassetto." How fitting.

Playing the Google game

Over the weekend the Google machine was playing mind games with me. It dropped the ranking of our blog to 9th, and then wallah, today we're up to 6th/7th depending on the minute. Keep clicking those links people. Super would appreciate it. With any luck in a month or two we'll be able to Google the blog up to numero uno where it belongs.

I'm going to put a couple posts up this week that are laced with so many urls you won't be able to see straight. I'll even be kind enough to notify you when the blog links you're about to click may not be safe for work (NSFW). I think it's impossible to get around a couple of posts like that given Mario's passion for.....yeah. We'll just have to make do. In the privacy of our own homes, we can click whatever we want. I may just have to buy a new mouse when I'm done writing the blog about the Hustler Helmet.