Friday, February 27, 2009
It has also inspired me to use the power of scaring the shit out of people once I finally (dear god please) break into the ad industry. HumptyDumpty's image in the first commercial is forever burned into the insides of my eyelids. That's just good marketing.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Created by Train Horn
Apparently only people under the age of 25 can hear the sound on this site. I call bullshit. If you are over 25 and can hear it, please let me know. If you are under 25 and can hear it, I don't care because you're supposed to be able to anyway.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Best of Craigslist has crippled my productivity at work.
Read how this to see how some chick tried to cripple this dudes life.
Here is the link to see the Liquid City for yo'self. I apologize in advance for the inconvenience, but you may have to switch the view to satellite and scroll a bit to the left. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to unearth the world's greatest water-logged hood.
(it's just north west of Los Llanos and Santa Cruz...but you didn't hear that from me.)
Friday, February 20, 2009
All of this changed when, at the tender age of 16, my father's stock broker and his sons came up for the weekend. Late bloomer that I was (am?) I was terrified, shocked and annoyed by this sudden installment of age-appropriate testosterone. Anyway, one of them tried to kiss me in front of my brother and sister, and then spent the weekend "rapping" Nelly's "Ride Wit Me" from the ski lifts. As a result of this, I memorized the song.
Many moons, serenades and boys later, I stumbled across this rendition of that fateful song. It's pretty amazing, and had this gentleman crooned it to me and not butchered it with his upper-middle class whiteboy beats, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The museum boasts Beatle bobble heads, lunch boxes, rare albums, countless books, photographs and other crazy memorabilia and artifacts. Frank (the curator/ my friend's dad) even held a birthday gala for himself in the same room Lennon stayed in whilst he played Baltimore in the early 60's.
Beyond the awesome and bizarre stuff in there, it was really cool to see someone's lifetime passion so tangible. I mean, I guess he likes his kids and all and has put some time into them, but walking into that room is like stepping back in time. Everything is chronologically arranged and well-preserved, and whether you don't know much about the Beatles but dig them (like me) or your iTunes is riddled with 14 versions of "Sargent Peppers'" (like my date for the evening) you can appreciate the effort put into the space. You also learn a LOT about the band that you never knew you never knew, such as John Lennon's middle name, which happens to be Winston.
Here's the 02/09/09 Tour Group posing in the shrine:
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
With the Academy Awards approaching faster than the opening of Paris Hilton’s orange legs, I find myself being wholeheartedly swept up into all of the pre-show tomfoolery. I have seen most of this year’s nominated films, and can make good conjecture as to what the others are all about. For instance, I saw The Reader (FUCKING BRILLIANT), but did not see Changeling (thank jeebus). Kate Winslet is easily the best actress of our generation, and one of the greatest of all time. Angelina Jolie, on QUITE the other hand, is not. If I wanted to pay $12 to see her chewing scenery to a bloody pulp in period costumes I would watch the epically horrific Original Sin. However, I WOULD pay millions to see, yet again, her cunty prune face in the audience when Winslet has yet ANOTHER win*. And I hope this time my girl Kate forgets to thank her haughty ass, because Angelina Jolie as Oscar-nominated actress makes me feel violent. Dear Angie Jo- stick to playing overdosing lesbian supermodels and crazy bitches in 1960s looney bins- it’s what works.
*Adding insult to injury, Kate Winslet almost forgot to thank Morticia-Addams-cum-heroin-
I was alerted to this website today, and although it features the amazing, unparalleled Turbaconducken, the site is fucking gross. And embarrassing. I spent some time in the deep south, and when I wasn't crying (seriously) I was staring at 300lb babies shoving fried Snickers bars into their gaping, drooling pieholes, gizzards a-quiver.
Call me a Yank, but I'll stick to Diet Water.
Monday, February 9, 2009
(also, Katie, your hair called...it wants you to go back to NBC)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Anygargoyle, I'm back at about 75% which is more or less homeostasis for me of late. I'd like to thank my family for giving me this bug and all the shivering, fever-induced hallucinations, vomiting and weight loss that accompanied it. I'd also like to thank them for giving me the genetic history to post this:
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I don't know if it was the Ethipoian beer or the Ozzy, but about halfway through our feast the meal turned into a preasebrog/ fake mole/ bingo daupper photoshoot. (Although, I'm now remembering a discussion about Lauren's WPOC videoblog fan, which likely spurred into a series of preasebrog fanphotos.)
After discovering Katie's new tattoo, we used similar placement and eyeliner to create the first look.
We had to negotiate around Lauren's "leaving-her-arm-in-one-place-for-too-long hives" but I think the over all effect is pleasing.
Shameless prease prug II implemented mixed media: Green bingo daupper, Ethiopian headdress and eyeliner. It was at this point in the night that Lauren dropped the Disney AllStars on Ice bomb (which we will be attending- FOR FREE- this Thursday.) I kind of hate Disney (the people, not the princesses and shit) and I have an irrational fear of all things in costume. I can only imagine that adventure will be as well documented as this one, so stay tuned.
We had a lovely time dining on African cuisines. And then,
I FOUND TEN DOLLARS!!!
This morning I googled "Pink Flamingo Lawn" to
procure images of the celebrated lawn ornament. (It was for work.) While a few of the fowl showed their brightly-hued faces, I was also met with the image above.
I'm usually not a fan of these black-framed, cleverly-captioned photos that keep popping up everywhere, but this one was unexpected and made me laugh. As I clicked back over to Gchat to share my newfound mullet with a friend, I found I'd been bested:
Game. Set. Match. We both sent our soldiers into war(well,unknowingly to each other) at the exact same time, and clearly mine lost.
They will win.
Monday, February 2, 2009
The worlds oldest rodent saw his shadow today, thus scientifically ensuring another six weeks of winter.
I don't know much about Groundhog's Day. I know that this photo is incredibly awkward, and that sometimes you have to relive the same day over and over to figure out who you really are, and that Andy MacDowell is the woman of your dreams.