The Grand PotY '06 Necrological Service

Growing Contraditions, The Kaycee Revolt

Storm:
" See, I don't think the PotY is such a good idea, coy. It would seem to me
like you are ranking your friends or something, don't you think? I mean, you
know, what if, they don't win, much less even just make it to the round of
60? How do you think are they going to feel? Oh no! You know what, the
year's gonna end and you, are gonna have all your friends hating you for it."

Pyro:
"Aaaaaaahh! Oh noooo... Uelgk, huh?!"

Now on its second year, wit this year's battlecry,"Take Pleasure in the Details, Dork!" the PotY once again celebrates the triumph of the human and not quite human spirit over boredom and near hibernation as it recognizes the, well maybe not quite grand, not grand at all, maybe not beautiful and perhaps even ugly, but what the heck best most striking moments of 2006!

p.s. moments. figure?! moments, kaycee. not people? no. looooool?!

Winter Pint Distillery, The PotY History

Since its conception a year ago in 2005, the Picture of the Year Awards, then called, The Picture of the Year Co., has gone a long way with the tradition of honoring the most trailblazing moments of the year. Not common to all earthlings and all the entities of mars and the outer planets of the universe (because nobody really showed interest, mind you) is the fact that the annual holding of the PotY Grand Awards was conceived by deliberate accident.

In December of 2005 , jacq javier came out wit her own version of a holiday year end thanksgiving entry that she released back in mid December. Right about this time, constructions at mobsterdoug of a similar entry were still underway, apparently beating the doug into the post. The doug being aware of the possible sanction that may be handed down as punishment of the the crime against xerox, decided on a contingency reroute with the abrupt demolition of the now lousy entry under construction, took the red eye flight to Dublin, grabbed 12 pints of jacks in the pub... so it came to pass, and the rest is history.

halls in the wall remembered

The Picture of the Year 2005 Winners

Archives Central, Dublin, Ireland

lu tang clan

ginagawa ko to habang na sa ere ako 5741 miles, 9236 km. at wala naman talaga akong gustong sabihin. nakikita ko ang siargao humanda yan. panay ikot ng agua de beber buti na lang puputok tenga ko. nakalutang na ako sa 35856 ft. na altitude at -50 degrees celcius outside air temperature. pag tumodo pa ako ng kusa isa na akong star ewan ko na lang. kanya ayoko na lang magpakitang gilas. behaved ako. yun lang. pagkatapos neto meron na ako decompression sickness. isa akong nitrogen

flight jacked PR816

sabi nung guard kasi mahigpit daw talaga sa davao airport. sabi ko,'okay yan kuya, strikto kung strikto.' hindi ako sincere sa sinabi kong yun. yun ay pagkatpos kung ibuhos sa sink sa restroom and kahulihulihang pint ng jack dannyduke ko kasi bawal. pero di naman sila malupit. sobrang polite naman sila nagsuggest na inumin ko na lang yung laman. i think three-fourths pa yung laman ng flask, e di nalasing naman ako sa flight, pero parang okay lang kasi parang me rule na bawal magbaon ng alak sa flight pero pwedeng mag board ng lasing kasi me overproduction nung bag na pang vomit at kelangan idispose kaya okay lang ang sumuka ng sumuka.kasalanan ko toeh. so eto pa yung mg ibang nahusgahan, body spray, kasi flamable daw di pwedeng lumipad ng manila kamusta naman sa davao. insect repellant lotion na ala pang bawas kasi ayaw ng lamok sakin kasi dirty daw blood ko at foaming facial wash na konti pa lang din ang bawas kasi tinatamad ako maghugas ng mukha, hello basurahan ang sintensya kamusta japan? at eto. ang di ko naman maintindihan kung bakit kelangan ko pa bumaba at kelangan ko pa mag antay ng twenty taenang minutes para isabay sa check in kong lechon ang sunspray na mga lilimang spray na lang naman ang laman. ako na nga ang nagsuggest an itapon na lang pero ayaw at siguro nanghihinayang lang sila sa mga dumikit na buhangin dun sa tube na galing pang la union nung huling surfing trip ko. di ko akalain maiisip nila ang sentimental value ng ganyan. capable ang mga ungas. bilib naman ako sa kanila kung mag-isip. hindi. hindi ako nagrereklamo.

surfers union

destination, san juan, la union, phillippines. itaaaay! inaaaaay! am official! isa na akong surfers. wohoooooo! i's wit mon got me new surfing buds ros and jell they not from roswell. got kewl ros celebratin her third birthday so we thought of gettin food and i had, see the sad thing about orderin something grilled you end up getting something fried so i thought it best they concentrate on surfing and stop serving food. bad trip taena talageh! kagaya neto, syempre gusto ko sana magkwento kung gano na ako sobrang galing ko magsurf kasi yun mga kabatch ko sina birthday ros, korean jell, saka si super sea monmon torres na surfmate namin ulit kasi repeater sya tas sobrang galing namin tas syempre sana upload na ni monmon yun mga pictures. masaya kasi kanya syempre gusto ko sana kwento sobrang galing namin first try pa lang natayo na kagad sa surfboard. gusto ko talaga kasi sana magkwento sana sobrang gusto ko pa bumalik 2 days kami nagsurf di ba, kaso bad trip lang talaga barbeque tas fried?! ano yun?! ulooool! kaya ayoko na lang magkwento. buti na lang official surferers na kami. soliiiid!

policarpo convention

so richard was sayin if you really smart spyin sleuth you'll figure out what's missing. true enough there's a mall over there that doesn't have any of those branches of the two fast food mushrooms. thought wierd. so melanie was complainin about her bein overdressed for teh sanction wit her coporate business stillets, i said it's okay, valerie's a little semiformals, richards on the sporty casuals and am the only one walking raggedy andy with house clothes and slippers carrying a bulking camel hump paperbag o aquarium pumps, a mighty bond fixed backpack 'n stuff. so we got down to talking business countin bottles over at the grill forgot the name. valerie left for some family dinner so we head off down policarpo melanie offered to show me around, kind enough, so we got ourselves crushed ice in a cone for our ten pesos consumable admissions. swell.

comet feast

so we was at this old spakhetti house for kate's birthday dinner. i had my usual and a coupla beers. so i suggested kate be gettin a glass of red wine for the ambulance which she did. turns out she liked it she wanted another glass. told her not to drink too much cos we still headin to down palanca we was plannin to go 6UG but gave up on it anyway cos me thinks doesn't quite fit kate's classy personality and she almost turned hystericobalistics cos i thought i said classic instead of classy. anyways since i dint get to buy her a birthday present for some reasons not quite reasonable, i snatched the poor old dusty gold christmas ball hangin on the window grill o the restaurant and gave it to her. thought at least if it not at all expensive a gift, still its worth the guts and the story and kate has yet to understand that.

bargain overalls

so i just learned from miki the right appropriations budget for an overall getup. so am writing this down for two reasons. first, cos kurt has come to remind me as though it's not enough that i have been constantly reminding maself to, time and again, keep it plain, so am trying my hand at this to see if i can pull off some quickies. second, becos otherwise i'd forget about this, brave ma way alone to the shops down the belt get confused and end up not gettin anything, worse, crashing down some bookshops bid forbid the outrageous. so here it goes: SHOES-P3T, PAIR OF PANTS-P1500, SHIRT-P500, there. tried raising a point in a desperate attempt to bargain the pair o pants appropriations down to P600 but she said no, because it's an investment whatever that means. awful crap so i believe her only because i know nothing about these things and i don't wanna walk around barenaked.