Yikes

The ol' carpal tunnel is acting up again so I am in no mood to type. I have to save my dexterity for sewing the accoutrement onto my totally awesome Snuggie for tomorrow's Snuggie Bar Crawl. I will leave you with the following link. It was was well-received among those who I already sent it to, but beware...it will haunt your dreams.

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.

http://www.cracked.com/article_17093_10-awesome-ads-traumatizing-children.html

I Call Bullshit

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.

Hi Mat!!!

The Best of Craigslist has crippled my productivity at work.

Read how this to see how some chick tried to cripple this dudes life.

I Want to Go to There

This guy built his house in a cave. The economy is making him move. Discuss.

Atlantis!

Finally! Atlantis has been located. Some limey Brit google mapped Atlantis and fucking found it. If I had known it was that easy I could have canceled my breath-holding sprints, trident duels and online oceanography courses years ago.

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.)

Must Be the Money

When I was just a young preaser my family had a funky mountain house in CarbonDale, PA. My weekends were spent skiing, playing in the snow and forcing my younger cohorts to act in the plays and "situationals" I had written/created.

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.

Enjoy.

I Will Find a Sperm Donor For This

Baby Mop from Chris Milk on Vimeo.