That looks un-freakin believable!!!! I'm speechless. Peter's is truly one of the greatest surf artists and I'm so stoked to finally own one of his cosmic sprays. JP, by posting that you have now made the next 30 days of my life pure TORTURE until I get out there to pick it up!!!
And here I thought you had some magic little Moon-elves to sand around those e-wings. I guess I better paint up a few more kelp fins to make it up to you.
7 days from now I will be camped out in front of Moonbase at the crack of dawn impatiently waiting for the doors to open, the seas to part and my beautiful new Octa-Merk to draw me in like the tractor beam of the visitors mothership...
And on the 6th day Peter clasped his gleaming red and silver Paasche VL airbrush, raised it over his head and proclaimed, “Let there be Octa-Merk!” Bright streams of paint sprayed from his silver weapon of surfy, planets, moons and stars appeared, the sun warmed the night sky and before the eyes of all who could behold there was Octa-Merk. And it was good. And the surfy minions rejoiced for Peter had given them the gift of surfy.
In the darkest depths of the Moonbase, hidden in the resin stalactites of the dust coated caves and canyons and beyond the reaches of moonkitty there lurks an enigma more elusive that the great giant squid, the lock ness monster, the Jersey devil, or even the Moon Frog. It is called the Octa-Merk. This curious creature lingers silent and motionless formulating its strategy to emerge from its lair spread its e-wings, release its four sharp bamboo talons and rise to stake its claim over the royal surfy throne. For 30 days it has waited for the moment when it can release the surfy, slash the cutty, spread the rippage and shred the knar. In only 5 more days its time to rule the surfy will come.
In 4 days JP will no longer be able to taunt me with threats of deflowering my sweet surfy toluene diisocyanate polyester and methyl ethyl ketone peroxide catalyzed styrene based unsaturated polyurethane effigy in the harsh and tumultuous waters of the Pacific before I have the opportunity to caress the supple rails and embrace her in my arms. I will be there soon to save you from his surfy clutches my dearest Octa-Merk and deliver you to your safe refuge in the Atlantic.
3 more days remaining, but Mother Nature has formulated a plot to prevent me from uniting with my surfy Octa-Merk soul mate. Snow is forecasted for Thursday potentially delaying my flight to the golden state. It is 2784 miles to San Marcos, CA. At an average speed of 65 miles per hour I could drive there in approximately 42 hours and 48 minutes without sleep. Figuring an additional 3 hours for gas and bathroom breaks I could potentially arrive at Moonlight in about 46 hours. Hmmmm… tempting.
Rick from N.J. had Malcolm blend the Mini-Merk and Octafish into a new hybrid of rippage.
That looks un-freakin believable!!!! I'm speechless. Peter's is truly one of the greatest surf artists and I'm so stoked to finally own one of his cosmic sprays. JP, by posting that you have now made the next 30 days of my life pure TORTURE until I get out there to pick it up!!!
ReplyDeleteBy far the most gorgeous, and functional looking board I have seen in a while, congrats Rick!
ReplyDeleteCan I ride that thing, beautiful looking board.
ReplyDeletestraight up awesome!
ReplyDeleteimperial galactic starcruiser....
ReplyDeleteTempting surf-boats! Damn sure that the creator is an artist with great thought. Wonder if they are ecofriendly ones. If yes, what else can we expect!
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looking at that board is almost as nice as today's Daily Donkey post!
ReplyDeleteYe-ow! Really nice.
ReplyDeleteExxxxxcelllllleennnt!
ReplyDeleteBy the way Rick, half the point of the mini-merk was a board that was more production friendly than the octafish. Way to make us work hard man.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I thought you had some magic little Moon-elves to sand around those e-wings. I guess I better paint up a few more kelp fins to make it up to you.
ReplyDelete14 more days and I'll be there to pick this baby up!!!!
ReplyDelete9 days and counting...
ReplyDelete8 days left and I can feel the surfy surfy vibes getting closer...
ReplyDelete7 days from now I will be camped out in front of Moonbase at the crack of dawn impatiently waiting for the doors to open, the seas to part and my beautiful new Octa-Merk to draw me in like the tractor beam of the visitors mothership...
ReplyDeleteRick you are too classic.
ReplyDeleteAnd on the 6th day Peter clasped his gleaming red and silver Paasche VL airbrush, raised it over his head and proclaimed, “Let there be Octa-Merk!” Bright streams of paint sprayed from his silver weapon of surfy, planets, moons and stars appeared, the sun warmed the night sky and before the eyes of all who could behold there was Octa-Merk. And it was good. And the surfy minions rejoiced for Peter had given them the gift of surfy.
ReplyDeleteIn the darkest depths of the Moonbase, hidden in the resin stalactites of the dust coated caves and canyons and beyond the reaches of moonkitty there lurks an enigma more elusive that the great giant squid, the lock ness monster, the Jersey devil, or even the Moon Frog. It is called the Octa-Merk. This curious creature lingers silent and motionless formulating its strategy to emerge from its lair spread its e-wings, release its four sharp bamboo talons and rise to stake its claim over the royal surfy throne. For 30 days it has waited for the moment when it can release the surfy, slash the cutty, spread the rippage and shred the knar. In only 5 more days its time to rule the surfy will come.
ReplyDeleteIn 4 days JP will no longer be able to taunt me with threats of deflowering my sweet surfy toluene diisocyanate polyester and methyl ethyl ketone peroxide catalyzed styrene based unsaturated polyurethane effigy in the harsh and tumultuous waters of the Pacific before I have the opportunity to caress the supple rails and embrace her in my arms. I will be there soon to save you from his surfy clutches my dearest Octa-Merk and deliver you to your safe refuge in the Atlantic.
ReplyDelete3 more days remaining, but Mother Nature has formulated a plot to prevent me from uniting with my surfy Octa-Merk soul mate. Snow is forecasted for Thursday potentially delaying my flight to the golden state. It is 2784 miles to San Marcos, CA. At an average speed of 65 miles per hour I could drive there in approximately 42 hours and 48 minutes without sleep. Figuring an additional 3 hours for gas and bathroom breaks I could potentially arrive at Moonlight in about 46 hours. Hmmmm… tempting.
ReplyDelete2 days left and a blizzard forecasted to intensify at the exact time my flight is scheduled to depart tomorrow... figures.
ReplyDeleteThe blizzard has triumphed. Launch has been delayed. Countdown reset to 7 days...
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