Kate has teh talent™

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Today really took it out of me. I'm on edge and I am missing kate in a bad way. I am antsy and can't sit still.

I shouldn't feel this dependent on anyone.

Man buys land which has a barn...

I just sent this to a fellow dubber from my vw messageboard. He lives in El Paso.

Hey there, this is a totally odd request but I am looking for rear hatch glass for a MK3 golf that doesn't have holes or defrost lines.

Here are some pics:
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a246/Willthewheelman/cancun%20cars/PC290282.jpg
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a246/Willthewheelman/cancun%20cars/PC290281.jpg

Anyhoo, I've been calling around all morning trying to find a VW dealer in juarez or at least a parts place that can get the glass for me as it isn't sold in the states.

The part number is: XXX XX XXXX XX (hell no I'm not telling that ish on my blog haha)

I was wondering if it would be cheaper to get at a junkyard or maybe just a generic glass store? I'm open to any suggestions you have as well.

Anyways, that's my story. Thanks for taking the case!

Please lemme know how much I owe ya for the glass as well as your troubles =)

Thanks for helping out a crazy dubber!

-Jason Kress
301.996.5739

P.s. I found a junker off of google and spoke with the owner for close to 20 minutes. He said the cost would be near 180 for the glass but I'm wondering if I can find it cheaper through whomever.

Here is the link to his junkyard in juarez:
http://www.solunet-infomex.com/mexbdir/company.cfmcompany=1551324_ACOSTA_VOLKSWAGEN_CIUDAD_JUAREZ_Chihuahua

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This is the reply I got:
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you are definatly talking to the right guy

i sell auto parts from the us into mexico via the mexican ebay ;)

and i actually know the Acosta's, one of the owner's kids is in my dub club, we get discounts on some parts.

right now im in el paso, i live in juarez and work on both sides of the border. i'll be in jrz in about an hour, i'll go over to acosta's and see what i can do 'bout ur glass.

there are no sane dubbers my friend....

So in my quest to spend yet more of my money on senseless items that hold no monetary value whatsoever, I have started a quest.
My quest is for this:





It's rear hatch glass for a MK3 golf and it has no holes for spoilers AND has no defrost lines because well, they don't get frost in mexico. Duh.

Now, this part has never seen it's way onto american soil. EVAR. The bad thing is, it's only sold in mexico.

Sooo, with a part number in hand, I started calling. First I called my buddy cort who is in texass. He suggested calling El Paso to find a VW dealer. From there I got a number for a dealer in Juarez Mexico. No dice.

Then I googled junk yards in Juarez and finally I was in business. I got a number for a nice family-run business and after a quick "buenos diaz, hablamos engles?" I was matched up with a nice gentleman by the name of Abraham Acosta. We spoke broken english vs. broken spanish for close to 20 minutes. (I knew dating a guatemalen for 8 years would pay off eventually!)

He had my part. Now all I need to do is send some cash his way via money gram and I will have my part. Done deal.

Yeah, us dubbers are crazy fuckers.
Perfecto indeed.

Bad. Ass.

He stops posting about weekends involving sex shows, six-dollar cases of beer and incidents involving stuffed buffalos and a pimp from east jersey and starts posting congratulatory posts involving his buddies having babies.

Congrats rob and heather and helllo Rachel Elizabeth Zamboni! Hooooray!!!

Best GF evar.



*swoons

True story.

Yes, that is for back hair.

Meanwhile, kate was still in the womb.

*weeps

Notice a typo?

DOH!

Click me after v-day

This is what happens when I am stuck at work and find out I can't see you tonight.

Poop.

Sincerely,
jkrew

BUT NOW HE'S ALL GROWN UP!!!

• If Nic’s hair is longer than four inches, you are watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If Nic is mumbling his dialogue in an accent other than his own, you are probably watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If you turn on a Nicolas Cage movie and you notice Rosie Perez’s name is in the credits, you should probably watch something else. Otherwise you’re just gonna sit through a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If Nicolas Cage is playing a musical instrument of some kind, let’s say a Mandolin for example, then you are watching a WAY bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If at any point during the movie you hear this phrase: “Put the bunny down”, you are watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie. Don’t be fooled, this isn’t meant to be hip, ironic or in on the joke of its own badness. It’s just bad. Walk away.

• If Samuel L. Jackson is prominently involved in any way, you are watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If you’re watching a Nicolas Cage action movie and notice that John Cusack is playing his sidekick, only he’s wearing fucking sandals instead of shoes like a normal person, because he’s pretentious and rebelling against the iron fist of creativity held by the major studios who make this crap (the same major studios who happen to be paying him millions of dollars to be in said crap, by the way), yet the fact that someone wearing fucking sandals instead of shoes (especially Lloyd freaking Dobler) can not ride a motorcycle, climb on top of a moving fire truck or help dispatch an uber-violent John Malkovich doesn’t give you pause, then you are watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie. And are also mentally retarded.

• Do you like watching snuff films? Then why would you want to watch Nicolas Cage watch a snuff film? Put the bad Nicolas Cage snuff film DOWN!

• If his role requires him to have any muscle tone, for whatever reason, press stop on the DVD player and go watch some Family Guy reruns, because you’re watching a shitty Nicolas Cage movie.

• If even the sight of a blonde, dreadlocked, lips-to-11 Angelina Jolie can’t distract you from how boring, clunky, unfunny and out and out awful Gone in 60 Seconds really is (especially when Nic is getting chased by Master P. Like, huh? And also, shut up Giovanni Ribisi!), then it’s a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• Do not be fooled by the credit “Directed by Martin Scorsese”, you are still watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie. Turn it off and go watch The Departed instead.

• If Nicolas Cage is punching guys out, using double in slo-motion, blowing shit up and generally acting like a reject from Rambo-land, but the movie is NOT directed by Michael Bay, then why are you wasting your time? It’s just a bad Nicolas Cage action movie.

• Oh, hello Helen Hunt, good to see you. And what are you up to today? Appearing in a Nicolas Cage movie? Well, that’ll be bad then, won’t it? Don’t forget to powder the eight-head before your close-up. Wouldn’t want to blind the camera guy, now would we?

• If the director was stupid enough to let Nicolas Cage go blindly improvising into the night (Snake Eyes, I’m looking right at you), then you are watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie.

• If you’re watching any Nicolas Cage movie where he’s wearing army fatigues, immediately get up, go down to the local army recruitment center and apologize for what you’ve done. Not only were you watching a bad Nicolas Cage movie, you were also taking a metaphorical dump on our military.

• If the Nicolas Cage movie you have on has the word “Man” in the title there’s a better than average chance you’re walking away disappointed. So make sure you either really like Tea Leoni (fat chance), have a soft spot for Wicker and/or Weather (Michael Caine softens the latter one), or are in the dire need of a Sam Rockwell fix (and really, who isn’t?), before proceeding with the watching.

• If Nicolas Cage is playing the brothers of Dana Carvey and Jon Lovitz, well then… do I even need to say it?

• If the movie is a crappy remake of a crappy horror movie that nobody even liked in the first place, then you’re watching a crappy Nicolas Cage movie (another red flag: the involvement of Leelee Sobieski in said crappy remake).

• Angelina Jolie couldn’t hottie her bad Nicolas Cage movie into a good one (or even a watchable one). Nor could Patricia Arquette, Carla Gugino, Gina Gershon, Monica Potter, Tea Leoni, Amber Valetta, Diane Kruger, Penelope Cruz or Meg Ryan (to some extent). So honestly, what chance does Eva Mendes have? Be forewarned.

• If you’re watching the trailer for the new Nicolas Cage superhero movie and find yourself thinking “Nicolas Cage, really? Was Ben Affleck not available?” and don’t immediately freak out that you’ve chosen Ben Affleck over Nicolas Cage, then don’t bother with Ghost Rider. Seriously. Save your money. Catch up on your TiVo. Go see one of the Academy Award movies (other than Babel). Hell, just go back and re-watch Daredevil. At least that superhero flick had a drunk out of his mind Colin Farrell walking around being bald, psychotic, and killing random bar assholes with toothpicks (not to mention an in-her-prime Jen Garner and a cameo by Coolio). And even Ben Affleck as a blind lawyer / red-leathered crime fighter it isn’t nearly as ludicrous as Nicolas Cage playing a 45 year-old motorcycle stunt man who makes a deal with the devil to turn into a burning skull of fury (literally) and fight evil (played by Wes Bentley. Yes, that Wes Bentley, the plastic bag kid from American Beauty. I’m not even kidding. That’s the bad guy. Apparently Elijah Wood wanted too much money.). Yikes, is this movie gonna be bad, or what!

(thanks Jay!)

(thanks rob haha)

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Sit back folks, this one is gonna be a little weird...

Kate, my mom and I were in an elevator in a building on 5th Ave going to visit none other than the almighty Oprah Winfrey. Why? I really can't fathom a reason but just go along with the story please. The elevator stopped at the very top floor and right as it opened, we were greeted by a 15 foot wide by 40 foot long pool that was maybe 5 feet deep and was lined with blue tiles. There was really no way to go around the pool as it filled up the entire room so I jumped in and swam around. I held my breath and swam to one side and back to the other and while I was underwater, I noticed that there were two women who were hired to look like mermaids and were swimming around in the pool too. I tried to impress them with my breath-holding abilities and kept swimming underwater.

As I got to the end of the pool, Oprah was standing there greeting us. I noticed that on the wall were paintings of famous artists and as I looked even closer, they turned out to be original Degas' and Manet's. I was quite impressed.

As I was getting dried off, I overheard Oprah telling my mom that all of the paintings in the house would not only change to what she liked (like Bill Gates house), the painting would change to what she was thinking about through telepathic powers. She was bragging that no one in the world had that in their house yet and it started to piss me off.

Fast forward to kate and I walking around and we decided to stop off at Oprahs building (I guess she owned an entire building in my dream) and we went to the restaurant/boutique they had inside it. It was quite posh and everyone seemed to be a model or super rich socialite hanging out inside of it.

I grabbed a table inside the tiny boutique but this time kate was gone and I was with my buddy Macaroni instead. He wasn't phased at all by all of the snooty rich people and ordered a cheese and bread platter. I ordered the $5 iced tea.

As we were seated, there was a table full of rich-looking model girls who were total bitches to us and the entire time I was sitting down, I felt totally out of place. They were all pointing at us and laughing under their breath and I was constantly checking to see if I was dressed well etc etc. I finally had enough and walked up to the table of bitches and told them off. Macaroni stood up and threw his cheese platter at them and we started laughing and walked out. As I stormed out, I threw my napkin in the air and knocked over something that was on the counter.

When I got out of the boutique I was with Kate again and we were in front of the main restaurant area where a maitre d was blocking the entrance. As she tried to block me from coming in, I said I was with Oprah and barged in and found Oprah sitting with my mom. I sat down and was really huffy and started to bitch about the fiasco I just had and Oprah brushed it off like it was nothing. I'm not sure if my mom was on my side or not but I was getting really mad and stood up, politely thanked Oprah for the stay at her house and stormed out of the restaurant.

Then I woke up totally pissed. Yeah, um, I dunno...

Hopefully you artsy kids remember the inspiration for this:

so this news channel in seattle were filming a mini segment for eagles but well, the camera operator brought the wrong mic cover and the wind ruined 80% of the footage so to make up the difference, they made a song for the piece:

Want to see what fast looks like? Take the worlds fastest (for now) production car in the world 1001 hp vs. one of the worlds fastest production motorcycles in the world (Yamaha R1) and then throw in a sexy friend at the end...

Labels: sweet dreams

Go here when it's sunny out jkrew...

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Yesterday was a 100% complete clusterfuck.

I guess I got sick again so I had a fever all day long. Had to go to Kate's sisters engagement/wedding party and had a fucking mental collapse on a side street in Aexandria while sitting in a parked car. (thanks for taking care of me boo)

And of all things, I missed yesterday which was a pretty important day for my best buddy stoner dave. I'm sorry dude. I really am =(

*sigh, today is another day

Try to put up with the ghey music and wait for about 1:43 seconds =)

So last night was a bevvy of simply fucked up dreams on my part. The night started off well. Sleeping pill to sleep (on a fucked up schedule due to the sickness last week) and went to bed at 11. 3am I woke up with the most intense back pain to date. Shooting from my cocyx down to my heels. Almost crying I walked to the kitchen and took close to 6 aleve.

And then I passed out with a pillow between my legs.

And then the dreams started.

I was at Ocean City but it had the inlet shape of Baltimore Harbor. There was a MASSIVE storm coming and while I was at the water, I looked back to the hotels and there was a tornado touching down. I looked to the beach and my mom was kicking it there so I grabbed her and kept yelling at her to run to the hotel on the beach. We had to keep dodging in and out of chairs due to them being all over the beach. Almost impossible to run.

We got to the hotel and locked ourselves into a conference room with a dozen or so other people. The water came crashing into the conference room and everyone started to huddle together. As this was happening, a girl who I couldn't tell who she was (she was small though, kates size... Dark hair, evil smile) got really close to me and I wrapped my arm around her to protect her. The tornado passed over and went down the beach with extremely dark clouds along with it.

Just as the tornado passed, quite literally thousands of people stormed the beach to surf the overflow of the storm. 15+ waves were crashing down on the beach and the ocean was FILLED with surfers trying to catch the waves. The waves were just getting massive with each roll in. Everyone was laughing and having fun and surfboards kept breaking in two as the beach was starting to line up with broken boards.

I started collecting some of the boards that I thought were cool and walked back to the conference room. As soon as I threw my boards down by my stuff, it started to get really sunny and I heard a surfing contest start up back at the beach.

I ran down to the beach to enter the contest and right when I got there, it became nighttime. Everyone was in the water surfing and the full moon was washing the beach with light. I ran back to the hotel once more to grab my camera to take some shots and found kate's photo bag. I stole her flash and ran to the beach.

As I got there, I looked down from a pier to see thousands of surfers trying to catch the same wave and as this was happening, people started to drown. The ones who were drowning were tossed into an inlet and then washed to shore and were given CPR or just laid there motionless while floating in the water.

I sat there on the beach watching these people drown and then kate walks up with this girl (who looked like a blond haired Mandi Moore; yeah, your guess is as good as mine with that one) and she tells me this was her new girlfriend.

I flicked her off and ran back to the hotel once more. There was a dresser in the conference room and I packed all of my stuff up into a small bag and left it by the door.

It was daytime again and the contest was finally into the semifinals. I had number 44 with the name of Kat on it. I sat down next to a girl who was 43 and she was really nervous so I gave her my ticket instead so I would take her place.

The tide was done and the waves were totally flat by this point and I was really upset that I had no waves to surf on.

While this was going on, I had this massive impending feeling of dispair and anger along with the fact that I felt I had to surf in this contest to prove something to someone or to make someone jealous by my machismo of being a good surfer.

And then I woke up.

Yeah, I need a fucking vacation.

Labels: Paging Dr. Freud

So I guess when I switched to the new blogger (still think the OG classic blogger is better), somehow it checked the "only registered users can comment" option...

fuck that noise. So now anyone can comment again. Spam on spammers!

Labels: new additions

I came down with a wicked cold/flu/case of pneumonia last thursday and I thought it was getting better but I guess it got worse because I have been bed-ridden for the past 48 hours. Pretty much every piece of liquid goop decided it was time for a mass exodus from my head and it's finally starting to lessen. Fucking sucks. I haven't missed this much work in a loooong time.

I should be able to get back to work tomorrow thank god (not like it's super busy anyways *sigh).

On a spectacular news note, I may have scored a design gig with one of my favourite shops from the past. A placed called VW Sport (if yer a dubber, this name is legendary) was a local shop in VA when I was just getting into VW's and they would consistently produce some of the best forward-thinking cars of their time. Legal battles made them change to 1552 Design and then finally, they called it quits and left town after a bat of bad luck with wrecked and stolen cars (and even a hit out on one of their cars from a competing shop!) and moved down to Florida.

I really thought it was such bad timing as they closed their doors right when I got out of school and jumped feet first into cars at that point. Many moons passed and finally 1552 shut their doors for good (to my dismay). I kept in contact with a few of the owners at local shows and what not but it really did effect the scene when they were gone and just wasn't the same.

Fast forward to today when I jokingly offered my design services to one of the owners who I found out was going to give it another go and I was met with a "heck yes you can!" response =)

So yeah, colour me excited as hell. Don't want to count the chickens etc etc etc but I would want nothing more than for this to work out. It's kind of like getting to make a website for your favourite movie star =) And who knows, maybe I can learn a thing or two about shop ownership for when I finally take the plunge and do it myself down the road... essentially, just being part of a great thinking team is all I want. *wink*

Thanks cort!

Labels: Jason's saturday nights, volkswagen, VW

Being sick is teh suck™.

That is all.

*sneezes

It's for this seasons (kate and I) buildup with the new MK3 dub. Questions, comments etc etc are always welcome.

Labels: dubs, project, volkswagen, VW

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thanks superstar dj chris grant haha

So I had a dream that one of kate's dog's kept attacking me and I would put my hand down to block the dog from charging me and it just tore open my hand repeatedly while kate and her sister sat there doing nothing. I remember all I wanted to do was kill that fucking dog. I was so filled with rage that when I woke up, my back was tighter than it had ever been. Now I have a sore throat, I have the chills, my shower has no hot water and I'm sitting at home waiting for it to work.

What a horrible fucking night.