This was part of our foray into rich, trendy Plymouth. Personally, I hate the town, if only because it's swarming with cops. However, we did manage to saturate most of it with our silliness.
Ron "The Machine" Ulko, is 225 pounds of pure propagandizing power. Smile for the camera... that's good...
I have no idea who this person was, but she was pretty cute, so I took her picture. She wanted to use my staple gun to repair a portion of her car, which probably wasn't the most intelligent method for such things, but what do I know? I'm just the guy with the keyboard...
Have I mentioned that I hate Ann Arbor? We were there a few nights ago, putting up some material in a mall, when this fucking rent-a-cop came over and tried to forcibly eject us from the premises. The individual in the picture put up quite a bit of reisistance, and the cop tried to hand-cuff him or restrain him in some other way. I whipped out my camera, and snapped this glorious action shot. I guess I did the right thing, because the cop dropped my friend in a hurry and came toward me. She apparently had real problems with her picture being taken in this context, and she made a deal with us to get rid of the picture if she let us go. So here we are, and there she isn't...
Our church is the night. Our god is a hacker conference. Our altar is any large concrete structure we can lay our filthy paws on. See the handiwork of yours truly as I stand triumphantly beside a recently debased public artifact on the MSU campus. I, in case you really wanted to know, am the dork in the brown pants on the right of the picture.
I love Kinko's. But only because it's so easy to steal stuff from. Enjoy a blurry, grainy picture I snapped as we replenished our supplies a few weeks ago. A special note to those with keen eyes: the elderly gentleman in the foreground was apparently born with an obscure genetic condition that makes him look like every high school shop teacher in the world at the very same time. Bizarre.
The road to Shangri-La was forged from the souls of a thousand Rubi Con fliers.
I see a row of cars, and they're all painted black. No colors anymore, I want to turn them black... and put stupid fliers on them too.
Have I mentioned that I hate Birmingham? Here we have "The Machine" laying prostrate in the median of a major highway after having his ass kicked by a speeding F150. I wanted to capture the true feeling of the moment, the pain, the confusion, the raw irony. But I settled for this. Please excuse the poor quality of the imagery, I didn't have a real camera and this was captured from video.
Another installment in my line of bad video captures. I call this one "Ron's Ass Strapped to a Stretcher, But Can't They Get Him a Gag?" After getting hit by the F150 we were taken to Beaumont Hospital to be poked and prodded by various compassionless physicians. Ron, for whatever reason, couldn't seem to shut his yap about his grotesquely swollen left leg. After I started filming inside the hospital I was approached by some loser med student who threatened to take away my camera if I continued. I had no idea we were in a top secret military installation. But after belittling his pettiness, I put it away. I don't want to upset anyone with that many tongue depressors at their disposal.
Yours truly, mere minutes away from being picked up and questioned by a freindly police officer. Apparently he didn't like the idea of the local telco building being disgraced in this fashion.
Lately we've been trying to convince people that Rubi Con is better than God. Where better to start than with those that most need conversion?
As seems always to be the case, I have no idea who this chick was, but she was pretty good looking so I took her picture. Yet another installment in my line of shitty video captures. Please forgive me.