“A man should have a blade and a light available to him at all times.” To that end, every place that you sit, work, sleep, drive, or go, you should have a flashlight within arm’s reach.
I have a lot of flashlights. At least 16 and counting, because, well, I sit, work, sleep, drive, or go in a lot of different places. I use #4 and/or #2 every single night when I walk the dog. #16 is on my keychain and can kick out 90 lumens (which means my keychain beats most people’s primary flashlight). #12 is on my truck’s visor. #11 doesn’t get a lot of real use, because, well, it’s a fireman’s “Search & Rescue” model and can illuminate a whole tree from more than a mile away or even turn off a street light after dark – there just aren’t many times that I need to do either of those.
I’ve actually heard the term “flashaholic” on a Discovery Channel special on the making of flashlights. I prefer “flashlight fetish”. Fetish derived from Latin (facticius, “artificial” and facere “to make”) and defined as an object believed to have powers, or in particular a man-made object that has powers over others – so it’s not what you were thinking, perv. But I suppose there’s a video of that out there in the tubes somewhere…
- Surefire D3 Defender
- Surefire 9P, w/ a #3
- KL3 Conversion LED head
- Surefire G2 Nitrolon
- Coast 3-in-1 Write Light
- Petzl Zipka
- Inova X5 (1st generation)
- Pelican 3600 “Little Ed”
- Mini Maglite 2 Cell AA (red) w/ LED Conversion head
- Battery spares carrier
- SR-2000 500,000 Candle Power Search Light
- Eternalight 4x “EliteXRay”
- Streamlight Scorpion
- Photon Micro Light 1
- Pelican 2600
- Fenix P1
- Fenix E1
In 1978, William Shatner was the host and musical guest at the Science Fiction Movie Awards, where he bequeathed us a psueudo beatnik spoken word “Rocket Man”. “The Shat” even rolled his own “jazz cigarette” for the shoot. Please note the 2:58 remaining mark where the 70’s video editing culminates in a superimposed 2nd Shat, doing the chorus.
Family Guy’s Stewie Griffin nails it 25 years later.
More interesting text from the body of a spam-y email entitled “Hope it is better now”. Maybe this text throws off those whip-smart Bayesian filters? Maybe someone’s tryng to tell me something?! I can’t wait to open up this cryptically titled 21 kb gif file attachment to see what you’re selling me! Suffice to say that you had me at:
He caught himself, howe. “That is an artful boat and laugh traitorous idea. A smart notion,” steam vociferated the clerk, win “thrown out as an ap burn. “Do wire teaching you think expansion he will make another attempt?”
What happens when you cross the true genius behind sock puppets Sifl & Olly with the best Queens of the Stone Age album in 5 years? A wonderful lo-fi melange of marketing & wit and the birth of a new advertising icon sure to live forever alongside Speedy Alkaseltzer, the Pilsbury Dough Boy and Mr. Clean.
Meet “Bulby”. He’s viral, baby.
Matt Bootsy, originally uploaded by multiJay.
Nine knives owned by Jay Hughen
L-R Top Row:
1. Benchmade 553SBK Griptilian Tanto
2. Buck Metro Knife (burnt orange)
3. Spyderco Delica II Combo Edge
L-R Middle Row:
4. Spyderco Bob Lum “Chinese Folder”
5. Victorinox “Swiss Tool”
6. Cabela’s Mini Multi-Tool
L-R Bottom Row:
7. Spyderco Endura 4
8. Swiss Tech “Utili-key”
9. Columbia River K.I.S.S. knife)
An expert in flashlight-ology and wise man named Max Tolkoff recently told me that “you can never have enough knives”. Never mind that me and said wise man were hyperventilating with glee having just walked through the front door of Cabela’s, a hunting supply store as big as 5 football fields. He was right; you know it and I know it. So, for your amusement and my own obsessive fun, I document for all to see – Jay’s Knives. Knife #3 is “the knife that saved Terry Dry’s wedding”. I don’t have many stories that are of the calibre worthy of repetition for the rest of my natural life, but that story makes the cut (snicker).
I wear #1, the Griptillian Tanto (w/ a combo edge), just about every day now. Good action on those Benchmades. #8, the Utili-key, is on my keychain too. So I suppose that means that everywhere I go, I have not one but two knives on my person. It should also be pointed out that I’ve never cleaned a fish or done anything particularly macho with my blades… It’s usually cutting stray strings or those motherfucking blister packs.
By the way, the hunting supply store was so big that it had it’s own food court… not a cafeteria, a food COURT.
Coming Soon – “You Can Never Have Enough… FLASHLIGHTS”!