photo by Denis Jeong Plaster, as far as we know, no relation to Cynthia. Click to enlarge.

Yo! We know, we know, you been calling and we ain't been picking up. What happened was the repo man took away our phone--but now we got a fresh bag of burners, all good. So if you're not busy after the holiday, let's grab a stoop and catch up over some warm 40s. Our (bosses') treat!

So anyway, we were recently clicking through this gallery of last weekend's Matt & Kim show in Minneapolis (they're Williamsburg art kids, Skullphone's a fan, get acquainted) and noticed the strange location of the club's mens' room john. Urinal line-ups aren't our area of expertise, but we understand this to be a really odd placement for such a thing--most folks want to drop the kids off at the lake in private.

But what's more important: if you've been around these parts before, you probably recognize that slim paint-line tag beside the john, the one that looks like a wiry F-Clef. It comes courtesy of our old Minnesotan friend Deuce Seven. Dude's still so prolific he even bombs the toilet. Nyuck nyuck.

Welcome back, turkey brains!

Last night when we were drinking two-for-one Happy Hour beers at the East Village's Hi-Fi, we looked over and saw this:

Naturally, we thought of this:

photo by Chad Griffithi

Even though we promised not to talk about him anymore, we still love the man's work. Galaga roolz!

Not gonna tell you where this is, so you can't touch it. Nah nah.

After this, we're gonna step out of this Deuce Seven dialogue because, well, he's supposed to be leaving New York for Minnesota soon, perhaps we're just pouring petrol on the fire, and once your underwears end up in the bloggerific discussion, there's not much left to say. You know?

But yes, Mr. Seven really is enduring a backlash. Over the weekend, a bunch of his pieces got tagged "SNITCH." We were a little worried that the get-your-ass-kicked-in-prison-diss had something to do with a certain article in a certain New York paper (ruh roh). But between a comment on Razor Apple kindly pointed out by Complex (wassup Mark Ecko!) and also a photo posted over at a "Test of Will," we see that the person writing SNITCH alleges Deuce ratted in 2000. It's worth noting that in the course of learning about Deuce, we heard that both writers Kuma and Moose are from Minnesota too; one of the SNITCH pieces bears a Moose tag, so this could be old beef gone rancid. Mind you, this is admittedly complete and total internet-detective speculation.

Either way, it's a sucky way for Deuce to go out after such a good run. So to send him off, we wrote Mr. double-digits a goodbye haiku. Enjoy!

You came to New York
And made a name for yourself
Mad quickly, Deuce Seven.

Bye bye, Deuce Seven
Your aliens were dope, but
Thank God for Gore.B.

Getting Up + Props = Haters. Sorry, Deuce.

Photo credit: Razor Apple

Wow. We'd heard about this, even been told it was gonna happen, but hadn't yet had a chance to walk over the bridge and check it out. Razor Apple did and -- wow. This is the best thing we've ever seen Deuce Seven do. Holy wow. If you don't hear from us for a couple hours, it's because we're busy trying to lift our jaw, which is right now somewhere near our toes.