Haterkids

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Wed, 23 Jun 2010 11:13:31 -0600

best link you'll ever click

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 11:10:48 -0600

best link you'll ever click :

(via cuddlekids)

TR00 KVLT 505

Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:09:32 -0600

TR00 KVLT 505

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Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:09:26 -0600

ATTENTION ALL HATERS IN SANTA FE, NM

Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:08:34 -0600

ATTENTION ALL HATERS IN SANTA FE, NM

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Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:08:08 -0600

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Wed, 21 Apr 2010 11:53:21 -0600

Genau.

Wed, 14 Apr 2010 09:02:44 -0600

Genau.

Haterkids Parking Enforcement, pt. deux

Wed, 14 Apr 2010 09:01:22 -0600

Haterkids Parking Enforcement, pt. deux

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Wed, 31 Mar 2010 18:28:01 -0600

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Wed, 31 Mar 2010 18:27:31 -0600

Hate on these people. Like immediately. Quick, before something...

Wed, 24 Mar 2010 17:10:39 -0600

Hate on these people. Like immediately. Quick, before something gets rammed down their throats.

R.I.P. to the old video library facade

Wed, 24 Mar 2010 16:48:51 -0600

This was a sad recent “alteration” to the downtown landscape in Santa Fe. It’s not til they are gone that you begin to realize the importance of little things like stone walls.

Haterkids Fashion Patrol…

Wed, 24 Mar 2010 16:45:54 -0600

Haterkids Fashion Patrol…

Hating on her Outfit, Cuddling on her Necklace

Mon, 22 Mar 2010 08:50:41 -0600

Hating on her Outfit, Cuddling on her Necklace

Bad Bar & Grille Cover Bands

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:10:49 -0700

As I walked into Second Street Brewery in the Railyard on Saturday night, I saw that there was a mediocre blues/rock cover band playing. Now, I actually enjoy blues and rock and, even so, I normally would just zone out the music if it disagreed with my musical mores, but the volume was clearly too loud, the staff looked annoyed, and, unsurprisingly, the place was nearly empty. We sat down at the other end of the restaurant to try and have a normal conversation, but to no avail. The bad blues covers permeated the whole place. Now, I usually don’t just randomly hate on musicians or blues bands, but when your band clears out a normally crowded place on a saturday night at, say, 7:30 PM, there is clearly something amiss. The waitress came up to take our drink order and gave us the about face that she too was not enjoying herself. “I hope we can get them to turn it down, too,” she added as our drink order was filled.

The volume finally went down, but some dude in the band clearly didn’t want to stop annoying everyone in the joint, so he started playing a percussion box along with the songs. AGAIN, this normally wouldn’t have bothered me; that is, if he played the box to the rhythm of the songs. “This douchebag gets a gig with his buddies and can’t even keep the beat?” I thought to myself. I pointed it out to my girlfriend and she started laughing every time he went off beat, which was literally every four bars or so. But even with her sunny attitude and pleasant demeanor, she too grew more and more annoyed. After what was made to feel like an eternity by the band, our food finally came, and, in an attempt to not let this asshole ruin my green chile rueben, I tried again to zone it out. Then, the icing on the cake was applied: they started to cover “Stand by Me” (with erroneous box playing rhythm accompaniment.) I ate so goddamn fast that I almost choked and slammed what was left of my beer, making a desperate attempt to signal the waitress for the check. It finally came, and what had started as a nice relaxing beer and a sandwich quickly turned into a bizarro version of one of those insane hot dog eating contests that some japanese dude always wins, except it was a rueben crammed down my throat and the music was a whole lot worse.

Ugh. This is for you, box player, you play like a 6 year old learning how to play xylophone. Fuck you for ruining my green chile rueben.

Bitch, I Stole Yo Purse

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 09:34:06 -0700

Bitch, I Stole Yo Purse

Haterkids parking Enforcement. Recognize. (Next we’ll get a boot...

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:36:32 -0700

Haterkids parking Enforcement. Recognize. (Next we’ll get a boot patrol car)

the Santa Fe "V.I.P."

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:31:00 -0700

the Santa Fe "V.I.P.":

Hmm, Nightlife ought to consist of more than Corazon and the underground. Just saying, I mean I know that after a long stressful week at work some people like to unwind by giving a coke-induced handjob to an over-the-hill movie star in the bathroom, but hey, different strokes (!) for different folks, I suppose…

(Maybe I’m just not V.I.P. enough? Or I just suck at whispering codewords in bars?)

Oh well. Enjoy played out reggae and hip hop at the new/(old?) willee’s as well as obscure/(bad?) punk rock in the basement of the seediest place this side of the mississippi (Evangelo’s.) Why not, though? If all else fails you can “dance” to uninteresting house from L.A. circa 10 years ago, too. V.I.P. woot woot!

::::Anonymous Submission from the Ice-Coast:::: I. Love.You....

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:16:39 -0700

::::Anonymous Submission from the Ice-Coast::::

I. Love.You. Three words.

What the fuck does that mean anyways?

I believe that Love does not exist.
Love is something unmeasurable and an illusion.
Commitment, loyalty, trust, honor, patience, desire, and compassion are all examples of elements that do exist, that are specific and measurable.
But when all of these terms are reduced, and the whole thing just becomes one word called “love,” they lose a certain amount of sincerity and breeds ingenuity.

“We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.”
- Spanish philosopher Jose Ortega y Gasset