





Lately, everyone's been asking me "Why did you start this page? What do you need with a
website?" I think that's a strange question. It's not the first time I've run a website
(Steadyrock.com R.I.P.!) and really, don't you think it's about time that one of us had a
site on which to post our fucked up, drunk wonderful, horrible photos? And plus, if I get
around to putting up a guest book, we can all talk shit about each other (Fuck Bukolt, by
the way).
Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll ever have time to run this thing properly (Fleming does a such
a good job with his, I always check that thing). Regardless, if I can at least get it going,
we can post up our dj mixes, photos, stories, links, and all that. I've got lots of photos of
Bukolt shitting, so those will be going up too.
Finally, I just wanted to say I've been working on my new video a lot lately. I bought
editing equipment and everything. I've got 5 years worth of golden footage to look
through. This is something to look forward to. It's going to be insane. Oscar Worthy. I
hope to have it done by Christmas.
Best Wishes and good luck,
J. Robert Dahlin, Esq.
10/25/04
Ashley told me that one time, when she was 10 or
something, she was messing around next to a
second story window and she fell out of it, doing a full
somersault. She landed on her back on an electrical
box, knocking the wind out of her and otherwise
leaving her shaken but ok. Another time she told me
that, when she was really little, she would often run
out of the house naked and climb on top of parked
cars. Once, she claimed to have broken her ankle all
the way in half after falling off a ladder at a skateshop.
You know what Ashley? I call bullshit on all of these
stories. That's why I like this picture; it's like you're
pointing at yourself saying 'Look at what a stupid liar I
am.'



10/15/04
I simply think this is a good photo. It got emailed to
me the other day. It reminds me of the time Bukolt
tried to urinate in an aluminum can while riding in the
back of Justin Gourley's car. He actually did the deed
without spilling anything. With the full can of piss in
hand, he looked at me, smiled, and threw the can out
the window.
The window, however, was closed. The can
collapsed like an accordion and piss went
everywhere. Justin was driving, and some of it
splashed on the back of his neck. Most of the piss
fell into Bukolt's lap. We hung his jeans out Justin's
sunroof as we drove to dry them out. I'm not sure
why this photo makes me think of that story.
A couple of months ago,
I put together a new mix
cd. It's got 21 good
drum& bass tunes on it.
Email me and I'll send
you a copy!
jeffdahlin@yahoo.com
Or if you want to listen to
it online, click here.
10/20/04
This is my third update in a week. I'm becoming
quite the webmaster. Anyway, of all the photos I
have of Bukolt, the one on the far left is probably my
favourite. Does the guy ever wear a shirt? And
what's with the poses? I guess I can't talk shit; the
guy did used to be a male model. Not only that (as
he likes to remind me), but an international male
model.
Let's instead look at Jason's style. He's got the
handlebar mustache, sideburns, shorts...I mean, all
www.jeffdahlin.com
he's really missing here is a leather vest and some boots. It was Dave Fleming
who first pointed out the 'Mr. Slave' resemblance. Look at this picture directly to
the left of this type. You can almost hear him saying 'Jesus Christ!' with a lisp. I
know Jason's going to get pissed at me for writing this, but if he wants to get back
at me, let me offer my express written consent for him to make fun of me on his
website (I know Jason doesn't have a website, but for some reason I know that
offer is going to come back and bite me in the ass somehow).
Don't feel too sorry for him. He is, after all, riding around town on 22's.