Ran into this fish + suit combo at two different locations on two different days in San Francisco a couple weekends ago. This photo was from our How Weird Street Faire encounter. Also seen twice that weekend: the glitch mob. Unhh!!! bad. ass. beats.

I present to you the Do Lab, the best part of Coachella for the past 2 years. Bizarre entertainers, wicked beats, and … surprises around every corner.

Here’s a sketch Bart did of me at my ZigZag/Alibi Room birthday celebration on Saturday. wow! Thanks to everyone that came out, and thanks to Ann for making it happen!

Today is the 27th birthday proper, so…
let me know if you want some cake.

I’ve got a new monthly gig @ Porta . This is a shot of the opening night last month. My next one is… today, actually… in about 22 hours.

That’s Friday 8/25, from 10pm - 2am.. just in case I haven’t already invited you and you want to come.

Props to Ann for agreeing to take lots of pictures of me dj’ing “with people in the background”

This pic almost captures all 10 people that were at the James Lavelle show last month.
Impressive!

He’s still my favorite dj, though…

Last weekend was the first ever Seattle Urban Golf Tournament. This is Chris Clark and me around hole number.. 3 or 7 or something. There were 9 Holes, 9 Bars, little yellow squishy golf balls, gravel traps, stairways, fashions, and a serious golf cart. Requisite blurry photos and self-portraits here. I spent the time to make worthless captions for each of the 147 photos as an added sniperatyourfeet.com bonus.

Props to Jacqueline and Peter for organizing a fun afternoon in capitol hill.

Saw halou tonight at Chop Suey. Also… had some bum ask me to sign a petition at 2 am.

sniperatyourfeet.com celebrates its one year anniversary of narcissism and self-centered tributes today.

Scanning through my access logs, I noticed that someone actually hit my site from a google search for “rabbit guy”. whatever gets people off, i guess. Thanks for visiting! I hereby dedicate this post to you, “rabbit guy”… here’s a sexy Halloween pic from Mike & I’s trip to London.

Be safe and never trust a guy in a furry costume.

-matt

upgrading wordpress…

After harassment from Ryan (and a 3 month hiatus from sniperatyourfeet.com), I now present to you some photos of my trip to the O.C. for Jason’s wedding party.. taken a few months ago. Enjoy (or probably Not Enjoy unless you are Ryan).

Highlights of the trip:
*Some annoying guy at Bret’s house who kept on saying “spies in my midst”
*Taking secret photos of Tattoo’d version of Heidi
*Absinthe
*Ryan getting in a fight with a fondue fountain

p.s.
Some chode(s) starting spamming my comments section with links to casinos and waterbed mattresses and shit, so comments won’t go through for a while.

I needed a baby/kid pic for SuckerPunch’s “The Team” page on their website, so I asked my mom to scan a few pics and send them to me. This one has always been my favorite!

Thanks mom!

I managed to gouge some pretty huge scars onto the bottom side of my board today — damn rocks! Maybe my next snowboarding picture will actually be something other than the chairlift. I’m thinking half-pipe… or broken face. Either way — action.

I spent part of my last day as an unemployed man enjoying the powder at Stevens Pass and collecting ice on my face. Hopefully I’ll get the video of me crashing into Scott Engel soon (I thought he was a tree).

I celebrated the last day in my journey with Expedia.com yesterday. To make the day special, I brought in a delightful German liqueur, B?renj?ger. A few friends partook in the sweet honey-vodka treat, but, mainly Expedia was empty due to the impending Thxgiving holiday. It gave me time to write an email secretly directed at our CTO about how the elevator buttons work and finish up a super-secret BlackOps project I had been working on. I powered through the project until about 10:30pm, then took a psychotically foggy bus ride home.

Expedia threw a touching conference-room-party in my honor the day prior. Beer and party foods abounded (including taquitos), people actually showed up, and I put the conference room TV on some MTV — can’t ask for much more than that!

Part of me is sad to leave an extremely cush and high-paying job, but, ultimately, I’m excited to take a step towards something closer to my goal of surrounding myself with artistic and creative smarties. Here’s to a solid 4.5 years that’s been a fantastic learning and growing experience…

Ah, I miss these guys…

Together, we are an unstoppable force.
Musically, artistically, creatively, nonsensically, irrationally… unique.

A host of photos from my weekend trip to the OC can be found here

Here’s a set I recorded at Des Amis back in September:
check it out

I don’t have any pics from that night since I had lost my second Panasonic SV-AV25 at that point, so… I present to you a pretty standard shot of me playing at the Contour last year.

While I was away in Europe, I got an email from Chris Z., one of the founders of a SuckerPunch — a video game company I interviewed with back in July or so. I had turned down the original offer they made me, and we parted ways. Now, quite a few months later, he wanted to know if I was still interested because they were considering making me a better offer…

So, I had lunch with Chris yesterday. The offer was in my inbox by the end of the day. I accepted it and put in my notice at Expedia today. I’m extremely excited about this chance to work for a small creative company again!

To aid in my transition, though, I’d like to observe a moment of silence for the following forfeitures:
my travel agent card
an extra week of vacation
9.3% of my salary
monster stock options
and…
being pretty bored a lot

This windmill represents probably the greatest victory of Mike and I’s entire trip to London and Amsterdam this past week and a half:
We rented some bikes and rode them down the Amstel River, hoping to find some windmills (Holland is supposed to be famous for windmills, those litte wooden shoes, and you know, prostitutes, live sex shows, and drugs and stuff). We didn’t really have very much time before our flight left, but we were determined to make it happen. About 30 minutes down the river with no success, Mike pointed out that we really needed to make our way back to the train station if we were going to get to the airport on time. I made a deadline of 3 more minutes and we pressed on. Mike’s bike didn’t go into 3rd gear, so I dropped the hammer and blew way past him to be the scout. Right at the deadline, I turn a corner and see this beast. We run around and take some pictures right quick. awesome.

The guys at the bike rental store weren’t very impressed with my story, either…

At the train station, I explode over to platform 13a like the damn guy at the ticket counter tells me to, and when I look up, Mike and I meet eyes. He’s in a train 2 platforms away! We try to make some hand signals, but our sign language isn’t standardized very well. He rides off, and I have to wait another 15 minutes for my train. Mike makes the flight, and I miss it. Lame. Luckily, another flight was leaving in an hour.

Anyway, picture gallery of the entire trip to come soon…

Universally regarded as the least remarkable Bumbershoot lineup ever…
Here’s Chris taking a “stog break” inside one of the beer gardens.
Day 1 highlights include: beer gardens, DJ Eva, Junkie XL, and I dunno.. stuff, I guess. In a moment of unparalleled Bumbershoot enthusiasm, though, Chris got a chance to try out an Arrested Development-style frozen banana.

It’s 5 a.m., and I’m exporting what will be my entry for StockStock this year, titled “Meuchelm?rder”. I’d like to thank Red Bull N.A., Inc., Xuxa, and the letter ‘?’ for all your support.

And now…
slumber.

‘91 Acura Legend bought in 2003: $4400
Sweet cd player that rips cd’s directly to internal HD (later stolen while parked in my garage): $650
Labor for investigating overheating engine: $400

Selling your “fixable for $8000″ car to a mechanic named Romel for $250: um.. $250

Ah, my friend, I will miss you.
We had some good times, indeed. You drove like a champ back and forth across I-90 right up until the day you overheated and kept on stalling every time I didn’t give you gas. May you live to ride again, and not be completely dissassembled and sold for thousands of dollars worth of profit on e-Bay by RomelCarChopper4U.

My movie for StockStock is due in 8 days. Time for action…

After the tragic setback of losing ye olde mighty Panasonic SV-AV20 many weeks ago, I finally went out and bought pretty much the same exact camera (the model number is now +5 … sweet). It took its maiden voyage with me to nyc last weekend, and the unsorted, un-adjusted, and uncommented results can be found here , for now. If you get bored of infinity self-portaits and blurry photos of nothing.. um… oops.

I got a call on Sunday from a promoter I know who used to run Wednesday nights at the Mantra Lounge. He was shooting a pilot for some crazy American-Idol-for-DJ’s show called “Spin-off” and wanted to know if I could come down in a few hours and be a “contestant”… It ended up being the strangest 3 hours I’d had in quite a while — a cross between professional-wrestling-style character development, me playing a 3-minute mix, and some guy in “The Crow”-esque makeup trainwrecking together The Cure albums. Big props to my boy Chris for agreeing to come along and endure the craziness with me.

Mike and I went to go check out “A Fool and his Money”, a party benefitting the Infernal Noise Brigade last night. Highlights included: gambling, cuban cigars, strange performances, late-night drinking, and some guy in a rabbit costume. A really good Seattle warehouse party is hard to beat.

Balloons: check.
Gnarly moustache: check.
Scary as fuck evil swampman costume: check.

I guess every clown artist goes through their really drugged-out misunderstood phase…

I flew over to the Coachella music festival this past weekend in Palm Springs, and my friend Chris drove 10 hrs. from Utah as a surprise. This is me demonstrating my surprise. 10 Hours everybody! I present to you the unbeatable Mr. Christopher C. Rumpf.

Took a second to snap a pic of me and some gorilla statues cold kickin it at the awesome Woodland Park Zoo. Check it out the next time you’re in Fremont.