Jesus Petes!

Welcome to the Official WWJD.ORG/XYLOPHONE.htm of the Jesus Petes! We're a jolly band of rascals here to entertain the pants off of you. Or bore the pants off of you. Whatever, as long as those pants come off, we don't really care. So pretend this site is your blood-sugar... check it, and check it often, or else Wilford Brimley might beat you senseless.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

It's the dog's, innit?

Welcome to day 1.5 of the SuperNover Project. It's a wicket bit of kit, let's have a butcher's at it yeah?


Today was a surprising success. Not only did I get the white basecoat masked and the blue bits painted, I also again did not die from paint fumes. The red paper should give you slower readers a better idear of what this will look like when it's done. If I get ambitious enough the pickguard won't stay white forever, unlike Boko and me, who are pretty much stuck this way. We're such honkies!


Um, here's the back. You won't see much of this, but the fact that I got the crosses to match up made me happy. Also, the blue neck is hot.

That's all. This is essentially pointless, but I am bored and proud, which can sometimes be a disastrous combination. Luckily this worked out better than some other recent examples.



Oh right, like you didn't see that coming. Next update - Red Stripes. And after I drink them, I'll paint the guitar some more. Har! Anniversary Party this weekend featuring Meet the Petes and some other stuff we'll think of when we're drunk tomorrow night!

Mike

EDIT - Dear OCD Petes Fan,
Yes, the guitar construction pics are gone. I accidentally deleted them when I uploaded the finished guitar pics. I hope you can come to grips with it. Hahahaha, grips... it...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Happy Birfday to Me and You

Here's to making it to 26 without ever getting beaten up.


It tastes like burning!

Here's to my parents, who made it sound like they were going to surprise me with an Epiphone Hummingbird, and then instead gave me a shirt that's too big and some new Eric Clapton cd. They know me well!


Artists rendition of me and the Hummingbird.

No big deal, years of getting the presents of a fat guy with bad taste in music have made me accustomed to such things, and I have receipts. More importantly, I also have enough money to disguise my crap JC Penny catalog guitar in the badass getup of the Union Jack.


Admitting you're powerless is the first step. That, and primer.

My birthday isn't the only one to take place this week. On the 24th, jesuspetes.youarereadingitrightnow.duh turns 1. I don't know what we're going to do on here, but we'll have something. I'd imagine in the more exciting world of the not-internet, Boko and I, and perhaps a Judy, will get drunk.


Loyal Petes fans get a jump on the celebrations.

In other Petes-related news, I am running for city council. That is, if there actually is an election. If Harndino is correct and the city just appoints some loser, I am staging a coup. More on this story as it develops.


The "J" stands for "trying to look credible."

That about sums things up. Oh, the MikeGyver radio-controlled A-Team van (look at them hyphens!) episode is on hold until further notice, because 20 year old Tyco cars have less reliable electrics than old British sportscars. The guitar project will take its place. Please comment on our posts, even if you just call us fags, because that let's us know there's still people checking this out now and again.

Mike