tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47581492096861263702024-03-13T10:34:33.810-07:00Spitting ImageSpitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-4686425233326459172009-10-21T11:32:00.000-07:002013-07-27T20:03:10.498-07:00NEW BLOGHey everyone, its been a while since I've posted because I've been busy writing/performing/recording new songs. I've started a new blog/mission statement called <a href="http://iamanorchestra.wordpress.com/">I am an Orchestra</a>. <br />
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I'm working on final mixes of two songs right now, Alone Together, and Get Away. "til I found You" is next, a song that whose ending is somewhat inspired by the film "500 Days of Summer."<br />
This album is a blend of my favorite things about music and steals heavily from my favorite artists in ways that may or may not be obvious to the casual listener.<br />
I get tired of hearing people describe their music as something new and unlike anything else when at first listen their a bland copy of The Dave Matthews Band or yet another acoustic guitar playing loop pedal abuser.<br />
I am listening deeply to music to find and learn to recreate the essence of what I love about artists like Cat Stevens, Dr. Dog, Spoon, St. Vincent, The Beatles, Counting Crows, Van Morrison, Tom Waits, Thom Yorke, Gavin Castleton, Danny Elfman, Elbow, and Elvis Costello.<br />
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here's some lyrics from the unrecorded gershwin-esque "The Right Combination"<br />
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I've tried candy, I've tried flowers, I've tried staying up all night on the phone for hours<br />
but I still don't have the right combination to unlock your heart.<br />
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I've tried champagne, I've tried roses, I've been standing next to you striking handsome poses<br />
but I still don't have the right combination to unlock your heart.<br />
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Was it two turns to the left, one to the right, or was it three?<br />
Were my love songs out of tune, or did I just forget the key?<br />
What were the secret words to make you fall for me?<br />
Did I stutter "I love you," did I mutter "marry me?"<br />
well, I still don't have the right combination to unlock your heart<br />
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I'll try begging, but not stealing. What's it take to give you that funny feeling,<br />
cuz I still don't have the right combination to unlock your heart.Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-3626918362384390042009-02-03T12:46:00.000-08:002009-02-03T13:06:24.281-08:00Valentines Day<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpwwzPNCntVY3y7z9LWdIY7XNoW98gb-mi8OYYXDVHT-h8SD62aSSYvicYdadY0x9X5YF3mRVDAMT_j_1zBsXibIBA7cdO2aicQNkzN0KllEIEsCWTJzLct0Gao0yR34eJ7biFZnFeHg/s1600-h/octolove.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298678844420552466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpwwzPNCntVY3y7z9LWdIY7XNoW98gb-mi8OYYXDVHT-h8SD62aSSYvicYdadY0x9X5YF3mRVDAMT_j_1zBsXibIBA7cdO2aicQNkzN0KllEIEsCWTJzLct0Gao0yR34eJ7biFZnFeHg/s400/octolove.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I've been away from my blog for some time, but I thought I'd come out of hiding long enough to unveil our latest shirt. Just in time for Valentines Day!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I have been busy trying to become a Guitar Hero. Since I went to a well known music school to be a jazz saxophonist only to drop the sax, focus on songwriting, and change my prinicipal instrument to beginner guitarist, I never really went through the "learn to play smoke on the water/stairway/crazy train/(fill in overplayed riff based song)" phase that most teenage guitarists do. So at 28 years old I bought a book of transcriptions and I'm working my way through Queen's "Killer Queen," having finally mastered the classical intro to Heart's "Crazy On You" and Dick Dale's "Misirlou." I'm also teaching guitar part-time again, and my students want to learn to play things like "The Beast and the Harlot," "Pinball Wizard," or "Don't Fear the Reaper." That means I have to figure them out first. So if you don't see me on blogger much, thats why. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298680419758270482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM77Jme-7b2RrMbXr8sMWQJjS22o9mvVjfutqfL44_y_UgFt9oaO_xRr18rXGhxhBPFFgqUuEE0-RHcrDL5Nh_Tzbo8kyzG7rv8pPDTvRwiT2c4ZrMtNDdYrkIqe1LBmFlTdHFS9fRkn4/s400/rockband1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-34933669847793035752008-12-09T11:06:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:34:07.857-08:00Woke Up Alone<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxg5Bow4SxMpxYnVA_QX903V7dJMjI52QBvwsIbwD2w4pWLi_I5TdcPwT7mzIc80U_nn6ZFcw9Bnj3zuBS2YSxq-uUln45pMObfiNr1qlTQ4GGboNWoZce7uf8hallqVafsEl4KwR3Ek/s1600-h/DSCF3148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277870292083389666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxg5Bow4SxMpxYnVA_QX903V7dJMjI52QBvwsIbwD2w4pWLi_I5TdcPwT7mzIc80U_nn6ZFcw9Bnj3zuBS2YSxq-uUln45pMObfiNr1qlTQ4GGboNWoZce7uf8hallqVafsEl4KwR3Ek/s400/DSCF3148.JPG" border="0" /></a> I made my first short film/ music video, pairing a song a wrote on ukelele with a script I wrote. I was a bit worried about presenting it to my three classmates, because, although I knew one of them was into Eraseread (as am I), I didn't know how far I could push the envelope of weird and whimsical with the other two. It turns out they were all about it and aside from our actor having to cancel one day of shooting due to an emergency trip to Tijuana to bail his brothers out of a Mexican prison, the shoot went quite smoothly and the film turned out pretty much how we imagined it.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It started with the song and this papier mache' candy bowl kit by Martha Stewart, which I reappropriated into a mask.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277870280705397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAykEH1YgAD9cVqAmoZ0u-Hkac8slUquIhtFTwqUTHtMDwHMmZkJAlcd9p_u5hbSxK5f-roPhEergOVzhZbK8RimJAF2Z83AD_i3SL6CzlBmAq9FidYwQ58jTkefujRjekxB-wLicCYts/s400/catmask2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277870267611029074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eO-kO5StmgvqJ9yHGJejMAB9Hu0ADss5MD2kUak_NrmZLXonyu0fnWydKBVPYKrL2kP9a10azw2_1BU03I6luvjaS3l5OtPDYFSqX-ugDW5Nac2fQT0TxwbIkEUF35P_usyPjtQK5kg/s400/catmask.jpg" border="0" /><br />Then when I really got the hang of making solid masks, I made these other two papier mache' beasties<br /><br />This is the costume I donned for my performance as the band leader, obviously inspired by my love of day of the dead folk art<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277870292718013010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyP7xO4e7XORn7Bo2l6wZHRO_jj_zqvIIElX2H1maLxB4slV7febmbzGfTvtvOVIexiVqempafDgbBhW7qoMBV8jfaKauRDyHXmA_vcXvgDQ6-ZjCjZRRhgWk2O3gqEhfGn__Pr6pcuyM/s400/DSCF3122.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277870290890867922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18k_2rInaFhJ674szUO-kILqHZpOuq9rlrh7Ep_kiCgOX5aQ1kEs1x28dWPF-ONJCvBWYugWDInkY7iu-WqYLb9aeTyJEYo1OpDkmURaOAhzR4QaLk3LNU4OYm9Z_SdIEvOp6skPG5cw/s400/DSCF3126.JPG" border="0" />This is my favorite, partly inspired by the weird baby in David Lynch's Erasherhead, which I gave to Cameron, who played the drummer.</p><br /><p>We also made a fake toaster with a working light that we timed out just right to look fakely realistic. Best of all, I got to use my Cassette Tape (a big inspiration in this project) from Etsy artist <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5412750">Analog Park</a> ( Itraded a Spitting Image shirt for this awesome canvas tape):<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277875697635908706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkJsIQjLnUrD3N0rtmiq8dJVxIv4PkyBVJo5AEu7cmoGyU9qLxu9ysB9t4mWO7SGAUEqflrZoZFsExXbJIdnQDr2FLDgKZBV6iqvnU_g0ihrA1NCGOr1RpACYIvFeiQDk12ixSDW9Y5g/s400/tape_2.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>We used lots of fake stop motion effects in which we made a filmed sequence appear to be stop-motion ever though it was shot in one take. For an example of this, watch the potted plant sequence. Its filmed in reverse, then sped up and frames are extracted from the sequence to appear choppy.</p><br /><p>Theres an entire DVD worth of outtakes and bloopers which are probably only interesting to us so I'll spare you all. Without further ado, I present to you, "Woke Up Alone."</p><br /><p></p><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhDw7DMrb2s&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhDw7DMrb2s&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-25117932725878667212008-11-02T23:05:00.000-08:002008-11-02T23:05:01.098-08:00Best Bike in the Whole World SSS<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nbKRPBROnmgRWJeG7EQW4SWTiQ86Ovp4Q5urDjc1KFcVwIihdznvPdPQKikDFD0NOj10rCxeHIpCoOqzBQwvYkBAMYOk7zmjmS8DFWQCQlPXh-IAFY85sPtc1U1oaLcYmZYs9CQ4TrE/s1600-h/DSCF2906.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262086195457841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nbKRPBROnmgRWJeG7EQW4SWTiQ86Ovp4Q5urDjc1KFcVwIihdznvPdPQKikDFD0NOj10rCxeHIpCoOqzBQwvYkBAMYOk7zmjmS8DFWQCQlPXh-IAFY85sPtc1U1oaLcYmZYs9CQ4TrE/s400/DSCF2906.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy9zD3ZNkj2kBEkZjhHVcsSGR0-CTp70FWldAa0zQZEFxVAukFzIVCbtAW6kbRqMu8rCCedrQIyuHIkb1gNJQpp8aNLyS2Yml5hKSCvqgop_R1_zWLwRkA6mzY7KrbpypWVUbGDNJN3I/s1600-h/DSCF2905.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262086186035262290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy9zD3ZNkj2kBEkZjhHVcsSGR0-CTp70FWldAa0zQZEFxVAukFzIVCbtAW6kbRqMu8rCCedrQIyuHIkb1gNJQpp8aNLyS2Yml5hKSCvqgop_R1_zWLwRkA6mzY7KrbpypWVUbGDNJN3I/s400/DSCF2905.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a2t-IG5ikQjB8DSSCCjDUpQk5O4oWJkXeenkmhwNIypnTQcF4A-WMKKw_eQFt-iTNKx1nuu_lVl_nnhoTRxO900OR34ekGUKIjkjqWnS1dtdjDxMhx07x5sPw4FigbnP0j1_A9r05nM/s1600-h/DSCF2898.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262086167454589010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a2t-IG5ikQjB8DSSCCjDUpQk5O4oWJkXeenkmhwNIypnTQcF4A-WMKKw_eQFt-iTNKx1nuu_lVl_nnhoTRxO900OR34ekGUKIjkjqWnS1dtdjDxMhx07x5sPw4FigbnP0j1_A9r05nM/s400/DSCF2898.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, it's not Pee Wee Herman's "best bike in the whole world," and it may not be my ultimate favorite bike, but it is <em>mine</em>, and I love it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262108982469316738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSN7s-HHu37x8KEfFYhSghjp7QeFPBiqwx4pGTQTD79i2sh-3Pz7U0evAcaunAe2t7vBhuGAdVJ-BtJPEjorfwnroaay4imi-AhO1vz4H7KS-b-OblKRyYMianBxyAmjl9d2Vf5z80dDo/s400/best+bike.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">The Best bike in the Whole World</span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div>I have been wanting to post pictures of my new motorcycle, and these shadow shots for 2 weeks now, I just keep forgetting, so I'm postdating this blog to launch on next sunday.</div></div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-79919066839348755792008-10-22T14:02:00.000-07:002008-10-22T14:29:19.717-07:00Les Films que j'adore<div><br /><br /><div>I'm not meaning to copy Hey Harriet with today's post, I've actually been trying to finish publishing a film blog for a while.<br /><br />After almost seven years I started college again this year, and I'm taking my Berklee College of Music credits and applying them to film music/ film production.<br />so I've been killing several birds with one stone (the murder of a murder crows I guess). By watching french classics like the "Ballon Rouge" by Albert Lamorisse<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260092382408887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfR26p8SmESsWPChuUXUqikkDEmIClVWGGRnIvUiby0tMfbfgXi2X2-2d0S7RpVscAL2Rj_C2pF54hV4BJtC0KbGqwDB6nf4eEw-qxnnoHFIeT0YGJQ5ICS6Qx7P-RYFe0psxqqGeARU/s400/red_balloon.jpg" border="0" /> (so good, I'm writing a separate post for it) or "Le qautre-cent coups" (The 400 Blows) by Francois Truffaut, I've been catching up on my french and enjoying my main obsession, which has been films/film music.<br /><br />This is a scene from the 400 blows that made me laugh out loud. The main character sneaks out of school with his classmate and they have a some Parisian fun. I can't help but smile at the children in this scene as we watch them watch a play:<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTi4wuW-vXA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTi4wuW-vXA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I go to the library weekly and check out 3 movies. So far I've gotten Psycho, Stranger's on a Train, Harold & Maude, the 400 Blows, Sunset Boulevard, Royal Tennenbaums, Citizen Kane, Steve Zissou, and The Third Man. I also have this book called "Cinematic Story Telling: the 100 film conventions every film maker should know." It shows all the important ways film can convey drama, emotion, language, etc. without words, then it gives a film example of each one, as well as the screenplay and accompanying shots from the film that exemplify this. For instance, in The Graduate, when Hoffman's character is running to stop his girlfriend's wedding, they use a telepohoto lens to add drama, because this type of lens flattens an image, causing him to look as though he is not really getting anywhere as he runs toward the foreground. A wide-angle lens, on the other hand, would have made him seem to run forward very rapidly.</div><br /><div>Another common device is te have protagonists enter left to right because it is the direction we read and move our eyes in the most, and an antagonists do the opposite, because, subconsciously, it is a mild irritant to move our eyes right to left. You can see this in the beginning of Hitchock's Strangers on a Train.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-3071489732375320022008-10-19T13:02:00.000-07:002008-10-22T01:17:04.581-07:00Pop Cannibalism 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RHKC7Tmzrm491svSJNCoyrQjwJDdeuI4EB2SQm-9Bj-062O9fRJthS3G3Otyw1Hv4asKwQOYOmHivQ28XmQxfuKaBXSJ_Q-l5LOHgHG40FZek17gXyBjW0kWlJ7mb0Cy34Jp9wnnmE0/s1600-h/mortified.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259886328846320882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RHKC7Tmzrm491svSJNCoyrQjwJDdeuI4EB2SQm-9Bj-062O9fRJthS3G3Otyw1Hv4asKwQOYOmHivQ28XmQxfuKaBXSJ_Q-l5LOHgHG40FZek17gXyBjW0kWlJ7mb0Cy34Jp9wnnmE0/s400/mortified.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Even if Mortified hadn't sent us the following comment on our myspace page, I still would have gotten their book:<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear uber talented siblings,You guys do really cool work. Congrats on being all cool and stuff. From the people who specialize in celebrating those who were not.We like you so much we'd let you go to 2nd. MORTIFIED</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: We hope you enjoy our</span> <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZ2V0bW9ydGlmaWVkLmNvbS9ib29r">book</a>... <span style="font-size:85%;">in stores everywhere. Our 2nd book hits stores this January. </span><br /><br /><br /><br />If you haven't heard about it already, Mortified is a "Comic excavation of adolescent writing, art, and media." There's a live version of Mortified, parts of which can be viewed <a href="http://www.getmortified.com/">here</a>. There are some wonderful elements of kitsch and nostalgia in the submissions and live readings, especially if you grew up in the 70's 80's or early 90's. The first book is a collection of diary entries from participants when they were 10-17 years old about relationships, "totally frenching," school, music, and even first boy-girl parties. Some of it is fan fiction about making out with members of Duran Duran. My favorite submission is from Adam Gropman's letters to his parents from a 2-month long summer camp when he was 10. I think they published the letter dates in the wrong order, but either way, here's an excerpt:<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 1, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am fine. Today I tried the swimming test. I only made it across the dock two time. Dinner is <em>great</em> here!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s. I made a lot of friends and one especially named Peter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 5, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Mom+Dad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">camp is good! And the food is great! Also, when I said I only did two laps between the docks, I did four...and I practicid t do six! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. I'm kind of homesick, so please visit as soon as you can.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 11, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mom + Dad,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I have a very bad cold and I feel very sick. This is what's wrong. I have a bad sore throat. My nose and sinus are very stuffy. I have awful headaches. I feel very week. Everybody, except for two people in this cabin, are a#$holes. Right at this moment, while I'm writing this letter, someone's teasing me and saying I'm faking being sick...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Later that night:</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Mom + Dad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can't hack camp any longer. I'm going to have a mental fit. by the way, what I meant by "take me out of tthis camp" is come up here in the car and take me HOME! I hate this ^%$damn cabin. I want to see our house and sleep in my nice, comfortable bed and sleep till 10:30 instead of waking up at 7:00!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 13, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Adam,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I guess you have gone through some sad and difficult days. I think it would be best for you NOT to worry about your clothes and flashlight and things. As Alfred E. Neuman says, "Why worry?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Maybe when you feel angry at the world, you could go to some private place in the woods...acd cry about it (that's good) or yell at the trees (they won't mind). And when you come back from hollering and hitting the groud with a stick, you won't feel angry.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Love, Mom</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 16, 197</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Mom + Dad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Camp is s^&** and boring. Everyting's been going wrong at camp such as:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Jason borrowed my red short-sleeved shirt and lost it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My flashlight (still) isn't working</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I got a cut on my penis when I flunked my canoe test.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm very homesick. I wish you could arrange so I can only stay 1 month instead of 2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 14, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear Adam, I'm sorry you hurt your penis. Does it still bother you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Love-Dad</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">July 19, 1976</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">DearMom+Dad,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I f&*(*&^ hate this bastard camp! You better *&^damn listen to this letter or I'm going to scream! As a matter of fact, I already screamed my ass off at everybody in this cabin today. I don't understand why you don't believe that I'm having a conniption! Now I know you hate my guts, because if you liked me, you wouldn't torture me. Come up here on Saturday the 24th. If you send me one more of those crap letters, I'll rip it up and burn it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It gets better, but I don't want to spoil it. The book was like sneaking a peak at someone's diary, which is exactly what it is. I couldn't put it down. There's page after page of embarrassing pathetic <span ><span style="color:#000000;">stories about unrequited love, goofy humor, delusions of grandeur, and teen angst. One part of me was horrified by what some people would do and amused that they would reveal it for the public to read, and the other part of me related to the embarassing, mellodramatic, and dorky moments of teenage life. A few of these entries could have been pulled from my own diary.<br /><br /><br /><br />Similar to one of the authors fake memo's as CEO of Chanel, Inc (at the age of 9), I recently found an unsent letter to the cast members of Saturday Night Live, circa 1992. There was a tone of familiarity about the letter, as if Mike Meyers, Dana Carvey, and Chris Farley and I were all good friends. I think I asked if Mike and Dana's necks got sore from head banging during Wayne's World because mine did.<br /><br /><br /><br />There was another letter I found in which I was trying to pitch myself to Nickelodeon as a child representative on what we as kids want. I'll have to see if I can find them again and send them in to Mortified.</span><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259888066949749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Oy0wQrVYchmCHwnA8yq16aPv9o-iQjbZNP8kbYPCJlxRmp98x0Qz1APFnF2nWh3tRejT-2rsjqXHvWPQXTR97jHjLcD4nqS8YcKUlfuRzW7Ftz0tbvw-28q_ZMxlvmqBQU4xnW5aZMI/s400/glennerd.jpg" border="0" />here's my mortified picture, rocking a spike mullet. luckily I didn't have the clip on tie this year(notice that we never bought our school pictures, instead we kept the original and never returned it to the photoghy company)<br /><br /><br />I'll leave you with a video from one of my favorite journal entries, "I Hate Drake."<br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=3679247">Mortified: I Hate Drake</a><br /><object height="360" width="425"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=3679247,t=1,mt=video"><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=3679247,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-18463183632747126862008-10-10T14:03:00.000-07:002008-10-12T04:00:40.333-07:00Socko Killer, Qu'est-ce que c'est?<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Fm2RQZAmqFB7Ptxd0JyGjkRqHKdAf_NCTBsob1jrarqTWs-1-OJLu7ASaPKCMgViY0f7vHZcR4x0CMHIYmgTc2FhlPEMzd5jMiT8tgiwzSibMIwyhxGDCUPIuoUKVckmVoEP_MXIfO4/s1600-h/bbill04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256211324405000242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Fm2RQZAmqFB7Ptxd0JyGjkRqHKdAf_NCTBsob1jrarqTWs-1-OJLu7ASaPKCMgViY0f7vHZcR4x0CMHIYmgTc2FhlPEMzd5jMiT8tgiwzSibMIwyhxGDCUPIuoUKVckmVoEP_MXIfO4/s400/bbill04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipumOqufBy2TYCV45kjwmIBagIXd8W1qrHLWmVFwnIV6STBxhSOqrCgDozNminmqu75NiUuXfNez1WD3cqSHRlaH_2AIKP0JmiKIyOWOAqHV7JKddZ7eX0bCiEC3BTHmA3jmlbMjwgP0E/s1600-h/bbill04.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /><br />At the suggestion of my sister, Amy,<br />I've decided to join the fun and try out my first Shadow Shot Sunday entry, this is my entry, which is a character from a film I shot but didn't edit. Here is my SSS entry:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219943298294658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEULhS_7jufcVViWWJWGQJilRWBDhvK7feOGC5wHKuvFgWSmMyrIFcYH6spN2rI6c-NoNoR-KmJS-KFvm0is3c-LrvPKi9NUsmcWKwp85v7u1tdDNflrvgW0P0ViO8ZengQzi17-nNRQ/s400/DSCF2895.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div> <br />I just participated in the OCC's 48 hour film festival. You get an envelope on Friday with your genre, theme, object, character, and line that must be included in your film. you must turn in your finished film by Sunday at 4:30.<br /><br /><br /><br />I was a last minute addition and I was paired up with another last minute addition whose only qualifications were that he liked movies and had a film camera. We drew the following envelope:<br /><br /><br /><br />Genre: Romantic Comedy<br /><br />Theme: Murder<br /><br />Character: Fraudulent Hypnotist<br /><br />Object: Orchid<br /><br />Dialogue: It's always worse afterwards<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ipLmSuhaT1NefWxmPbzVwCYfuCXe-hia6SCkIBviJji7RJSa1n0_UPTNSpTvG2nUYH-CH3eLsK41ksY0fnpMkHpY7FHKLrDbWayBwaiUbkS3I83-4OMNk6PYh5XdNg59KpQmiOtj1v8/s1600-h/bbill03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256210503883350866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ipLmSuhaT1NefWxmPbzVwCYfuCXe-hia6SCkIBviJji7RJSa1n0_UPTNSpTvG2nUYH-CH3eLsK41ksY0fnpMkHpY7FHKLrDbWayBwaiUbkS3I83-4OMNk6PYh5XdNg59KpQmiOtj1v8/s320/bbill03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So I feverishly went to work, writing throughout the night, and came up with the following screenplay<br /><br /><br /><br />-EXT. DAY-<br /><br />Fade in to a glass door with "DR. W. BUFFALO PSYCHOTHERAPIST" stenciled on it. ECU to the words PSYCHO<br /><br /><br /><br />INT. DR. OFFICE<br /><br /><br /><br />our Neurotic (sock puppet Woody Allen meets Norman Bates) character lies framed upside down on the couch and rambles about loneliness and depression. He is a recovering serial killer.<br /><br />CU to Dr. Buffalo's (a sock puppet with glasses, mustache, bushy eye brows and googly eyes)sketch pad, he is writing a grocery list that includes eggs, butter, bread, and Tinactin.<br /><br />Buffalo: Have you tried taking up a hobby?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNFVJ6-PexNYAEoPyAAVELPjUrZgv6ZzCUIwryNqID0VDocJRnCuezcV34Hr80j4num6lRWU7ldsg-o242LzrgnHOXjMmj9fVEltYnLgw3t9SnplitwkNeyORupLF4Y8q5ExqFg2jSZM/s1600-h/buffbill01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256210497497700178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNFVJ6-PexNYAEoPyAAVELPjUrZgv6ZzCUIwryNqID0VDocJRnCuezcV34Hr80j4num6lRWU7ldsg-o242LzrgnHOXjMmj9fVEltYnLgw3t9SnplitwkNeyORupLF4Y8q5ExqFg2jSZM/s320/buffbill01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Norman Allen: I like taxidermy, its like Christmas everyday, only you stuff the stockings with embalming materials instead of small candies.<br /><br />Buffalo: How about getting out once in a while, maybe take a stroll through the mall?<br /><br />Norman: I've tried that. I wandered into a lingerie store, but they kicked me out. A saleswoman walked up and asked if I needed help, I said, " No thanks, I'm just here to feel up the mannequins."<br /><br />Buffalo: Have you tried making friends with the opposite sex lately?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVulE0t-SBDwmlD_jgM93MOSC1nt4jK4YCEb66qeJHoRiBzfcraOoCjR-sHfr8j6UIZZXjKxVCZg_SKvstfmW7Qq-7ByUm_OvBtid4pjYIiNw_ZyeCqU5jKFghQnjTYajlw4LVS1LuH8/s1600-h/bbill02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256210499965480258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVulE0t-SBDwmlD_jgM93MOSC1nt4jK4YCEb66qeJHoRiBzfcraOoCjR-sHfr8j6UIZZXjKxVCZg_SKvstfmW7Qq-7ByUm_OvBtid4pjYIiNw_ZyeCqU5jKFghQnjTYajlw4LVS1LuH8/s320/bbill02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Norman:I've had dates, but it always ends up the same, one minute you're buying her flowers, the next minute you're dumping her body into a river. It's like an M. Night Shyamalan film: its great at first, but <strong>it's always worse afterwards</strong>.<br /><br /><br />CU of Dr's sketch pad, he is listing words that rhyme with murder: squirter, girder, hearder, frankfurter, and has crossed out James Thurber.<br /><br /><br />Buffalo: Let's try something new this week, I'm going to eliminate your urge to kill through hypnotherapy.<br /><br /><br />As we fade out, we close in on the shadow of a pocket watch swaying upon a framed plaque on the wall that reads "Certificate of Fraudulent Hypnotherapy"<br /><br /><br />Basically the rest was of the film was a music montage ( to make it more RomCom than creepy) of Norman posting a want ad, which is answered by a female sock puppet serial killer. They go to the park and do fun, datey things while trying to stab each other when the other isn't looking. They eventually realise they are alike in their blood lust and team up to kill a cheerleader sock puppet and eventually thank the Dr. for the inadvertent matchmaking by stabbing him.<br /><br /><br />After filming the whole thing on Saturday, we couldn't sync up the guy's camera to my laptop to edit it and I was so sick of the process and sleep deprived, we decided to chalk it up to experience and sleep in on Sunday.<br /><br />So I bailed on the project, but I learned a lot. I kept the Dr. Puppet, whose photos grace this blog post. Best of all, I have extra socks left over from the package I bought for the puppets. Huzzah! </div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-35128105520358637462008-10-02T02:40:00.000-07:002008-10-10T14:03:16.441-07:00Pop Cannibalism 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHeHUk7VL2in-N-Z-tdiQhUkWj7NcJmI5JeYV1MWfbB9AeyEflswlK0cwpzHGdmPqc8ZHb4E9OdCultOjdLpWGr8P8CfkDgoTtv8xS1SySbbeFsZy5330PgKb1o5QqSr5-mNUg20dO9A/s1600-h/moz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246563287956687538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHeHUk7VL2in-N-Z-tdiQhUkWj7NcJmI5JeYV1MWfbB9AeyEflswlK0cwpzHGdmPqc8ZHb4E9OdCultOjdLpWGr8P8CfkDgoTtv8xS1SySbbeFsZy5330PgKb1o5QqSr5-mNUg20dO9A/s320/moz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was <em>not</em> watching football yesterday when I looked up at the screen and was appalled to hear the chorus of sensitive, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">celibate, bi/gay icon</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Morrissey's</span> sorrowful anthem, "Every Day is Like Sunday" used to promote Sunday Night Football. It wasn't sung by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Moz</span>, which may or may not have made things better.</div><br /><br />I've seen several Beatles's songs get butchered this last year, namely the dozen variations of Hello Goodbye, but they were so far off from the original that it fortunately remains untarnished. Hearing "Good Vibrations" by the Beach Boys, on the other hand, will always remind me of Sunkist Oranges. The ad wizards won...jerks.<br /><br /><div>I understand that as artists, once we write something and release it, it no longer belongs fully to us, it takes on its own life and is open to new interpretation and meaning by whoever receives it, but seriously...Every Day is Like Sunday? This is worse than the Flaming Lip's anti political oppression song, "Yeah Yeah Yeah" being used for Kraft Salad dressing this past summer. Bravo football and salad, you've got that indie rocker demographic right in your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cross hairs</span>.</div><br /><div></div><div>I would like to see the rest of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Moz's</span> song used over footage of football players trudging down the field:</div><br /><div>"Trudging slowly over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In Cultural Anthropology 100 I read an ethnography that stated that football was popular in America because of its homo-erotic overtones; men patting each other on the butt, grabbing the ball between their legs, piling upon each other in tight uniforms that accentuate the male figure. </div><br /><div>If you think about it, the terminology of the game is also sexual, make a pass, score, go deep, end zone, go long, tight end, bump and run, chuck and duck, split end, man-on-man coverage, muff, slobber knocker, and penis.</div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span>, I'm kidding about penis, but slobber knocker is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">furreeallz</span>, at least that is what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wikipedia</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sez</span>.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-10907785436147301562008-09-28T21:47:00.000-07:002008-09-29T02:30:03.380-07:00This sort of thing happens all the time!When Samson and I finally got passed the gates of the zoo, we knew we were home free.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hrAu-XqGd79WhDoTR_E9Y5DQw751IzrFSHHTWajtLUdGg91MbnFCHIlApWPQtWN3YimlsjWhbGdLSU2HO0G9DEF5m6BwPMyKMhzVFCYeaVIqwPTRDQFo0REvAwegIhebYpdq0nhLRqk/s1600-h/escape2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251300847536124946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hrAu-XqGd79WhDoTR_E9Y5DQw751IzrFSHHTWajtLUdGg91MbnFCHIlApWPQtWN3YimlsjWhbGdLSU2HO0G9DEF5m6BwPMyKMhzVFCYeaVIqwPTRDQFo0REvAwegIhebYpdq0nhLRqk/s320/escape2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-76860699360990400082008-09-15T22:51:00.000-07:002008-09-19T12:35:51.354-07:00My Weekend With the Sons of Anarchy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOKlI_NVOYOvd8KZB3uQfmH_EY9yvWtK2b0AP-6PzugBMzsMLLtnmY7njV7IO7uIjY6sxi5hOrmOj2emde_2ZOeLwYuaLwxJxGHIr9o3t2CHy4w1TzKqMdUIMcln8LOPJwePzBlaycMU/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247645180842441090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOKlI_NVOYOvd8KZB3uQfmH_EY9yvWtK2b0AP-6PzugBMzsMLLtnmY7njV7IO7uIjY6sxi5hOrmOj2emde_2ZOeLwYuaLwxJxGHIr9o3t2CHy4w1TzKqMdUIMcln8LOPJwePzBlaycMU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWtQW-xZXiKwpJyItg9Xh_ab4CzS_dcN7RWPlqmMSg0cfxdQ1an7hEloI4SYszeIBZs9BsLzxdIky_7wkaRRO-0-ckxetiEegPehMUWq8PCDfVqtQtKTrI-VZBstGU8lT0AORf7yk7JY/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247645187058658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWtQW-xZXiKwpJyItg9Xh_ab4CzS_dcN7RWPlqmMSg0cfxdQ1an7hEloI4SYszeIBZs9BsLzxdIky_7wkaRRO-0-ckxetiEegPehMUWq8PCDfVqtQtKTrI-VZBstGU8lT0AORf7yk7JY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojTsmNmZR65Rz3yCP42G1saO6tU4qQnTK9jDUmwc4kGrPz0JzAL0-nV4qSQz9Ry6FxXry9VijYlhjJ1W-XwHV05O7EKnGdVhXzy2Kk6yty43FxwZGkkvMoftn2ILUKI55_p5AsxXjvT8/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247645188649422306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojTsmNmZR65Rz3yCP42G1saO6tU4qQnTK9jDUmwc4kGrPz0JzAL0-nV4qSQz9Ry6FxXry9VijYlhjJ1W-XwHV05O7EKnGdVhXzy2Kk6yty43FxwZGkkvMoftn2ILUKI55_p5AsxXjvT8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I went camping in the San Gabriel mountains this weekend with my in-laws and some outlaws -well, only a handful were real outlaws, the rest were Messengers of Recovery Motorcycle Club. The MoRMC is made up of recovering alcoholics/addicts. My father-in-law is a patch-holding member of the Riverside chapter of the Messengers of Recovery biker club. I had studied the ettiquette and protocol of Outlaw and AMA (non-outlaw) biker clubs and written a research paper on them a few months earlier for my Cultural Anthropology paper. Did you know that they never lock their bikes at a rally because it's an insult. It is like calling the other bikers thieves. Also, you should never touch another man's "cut" (vest with the club's patch, which has had the sleeves cut off). If someone loses their cut, it is a big disgrace. Worse than that is to lose your patch or be forced to surrender your colors.<br /><br />Lately I've been following the new FX series Sons of Anarchy, a show about a fictitous California outlaw biker gang which co-stars Beast/Hellboy/City of the Lost Children/Harry & the Henderson's Ron Pearlman.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247626904715735778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqErXP9-2ZS5XNX-TnN04iXzgjrvB1fZiFzcukiTADk1YvVALjJhBhMKWvKwLZrWwDNJLQ3w0x6U7Z1j_XPSL1NZ-N4ijOmKsmegMbZ7D_AK3Brh-sYdKdRyH6BcJVTJYlL1pIagb6TXI/s320/many+faces+of+ron+copy.jpg" border="0" /> by the way, did you ever wonder if he might have been Tom Waits fraternal twin, separated at birth? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247626385458878098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Fl9ZbuB4f0ljvD1t2yEpDXpVbkgY8oQA6c94pCe3Xc6MryCdMgvsc99K8BaVQyvfpFX9skPKIkUReC9z2mRIsuczkn59hkuky5Iem45sOYIUNkek0RXyCitDHTA5bd5YZNTQ_CTV6l8/s320/tom_waits.gif" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's a lot more believeable than Sczhwarzenegger and DeVito, but probable a bit less comical.</span><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Many of Riverside MOR members have been in several of the shows, playing bit parts and extras. I heard stories about Pearlman dumping his bike so often that they just cart him on the back of a trailer to film his riding scenes. They hire porn stars for the party scenes, which the Messengers find amusing because, as I noticed, 99% of the women in the clubs are someone's "old lady(wife/longstanding girlfriend must earn old lady status by showing loyalty to their men- old ladies are not to be confused with 'mamas')" and have the complexion of a pair of leather boots with breasts that have surrendered to gravity long ago. Nothing like the plastic party girls with double basketball chests that you see on the show.<br /><br />One of them said he gets paid just to have his bike placed in a shot, so he usually checks the scripts and shrewdly finds the best position to have his bike parked. They also got to shoot rowdy party scenes in which one of the bikers had to endure shooting 3 versions of being passed out at the bar while the others spilled beer over him and whatever else they dished out. They even get paid to eat lunch. It pays around 17.50/hr. for 8 hours of "work." </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Other highlights of the weekend were the view from my tent, which I pitched right on the edge of the river, the sound of the river lulling me to sleep, running live sound for the hired band, and hearing the recovery story Paul McCartney's original drummer, Denny Seiwell. Apparently Seiwell was swindled out of millions of dollars of money owed to him for playing with Macca from the "Ram" album, on up the first few Wing's albums. Paul, as it turned out, had no idea this had occured over the course of more than a decade, and recently righted the financial wrong and restored the relationship with Denny.</div><br /><div>I have a ton of shirts to screen for tomorrow's big show at the Glass House. I'll leave you with the view from tent: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247648467728878770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTp1MLd75iJZss01gEGNJx-bSaSMqPeiVHP1mhMqEvfMEbs60xNlLs0bVI0Iw2iI1eRGgfzPcfRfQepxNb4Y15nDojrXLwyPYY6kew7Sy1LIzaZHj1iLe9DtR_0mo59ExJ46039689BE/s320/DSCF2336.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-59293391279587877482008-09-09T19:39:00.001-07:002008-09-16T02:39:26.517-07:00Throw Stones<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-ZS15Ba7VzHlv-chgfCnBys4-QnFcuT-Wy5_y22kiW1gG4diV15lbVMdqehyphenhyphenQLAYCD_nSqnWijGPB5RK-sf6BFyftvdxgvHB0wJTJcJcEhB0GDEbhDY6itYkY0-Sqsu3aae7fl8daE0/s1600-h/s011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217619880185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-ZS15Ba7VzHlv-chgfCnBys4-QnFcuT-Wy5_y22kiW1gG4diV15lbVMdqehyphenhyphenQLAYCD_nSqnWijGPB5RK-sf6BFyftvdxgvHB0wJTJcJcEhB0GDEbhDY6itYkY0-Sqsu3aae7fl8daE0/s320/s011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm going to be doing my first event selling Spitting Image stuff, Saturday, Sept. 20 at The Glass House in Pomona. Also featured will be Kid Robot (yes!) OBEY (way too trendy), Paul Frank and some others I haven't heard of, but I probably should have. I went to an art gallery in Tribeca last year featuring Souther Salazar (a fav of mine and my sister Amy's) and the adjoining room was Shepard Fairey and all his OBEY stuff that has once again become popular.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Here are some pictures of the Souther Salazar exhibit I attended, many of which I took, the others are from his site:</div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAAmutRc27CNNz1P_AMyse6LjKcsMmC7edoXc541Z6VsQVNNg6xTYRTb7svOMRC9qEfjb9SlR_aK0k-uZuw87wxcF_Y23FocEaCJSS0noMSvf68KcYVR5MekUqddVssZKMbVBVa_KiAo/s1600-h/souther9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217078233890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAAmutRc27CNNz1P_AMyse6LjKcsMmC7edoXc541Z6VsQVNNg6xTYRTb7svOMRC9qEfjb9SlR_aK0k-uZuw87wxcF_Y23FocEaCJSS0noMSvf68KcYVR5MekUqddVssZKMbVBVa_KiAo/s320/souther9.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tgnT34zPMK93aGYBsShC4JplkHoa8kU08RFSk17uzcT40dlXnycaY9QPgSW4LVv7oJW9z27Qg4d3A9Hbf24DIXhQbx5fplWdh6arzGF_Z6YNthQAiEh5kuVIy9HiO57isvDY0ZQl6gM/s1600-h/s010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218223720670642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tgnT34zPMK93aGYBsShC4JplkHoa8kU08RFSk17uzcT40dlXnycaY9QPgSW4LVv7oJW9z27Qg4d3A9Hbf24DIXhQbx5fplWdh6arzGF_Z6YNthQAiEh5kuVIy9HiO57isvDY0ZQl6gM/s320/s010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22gGtGlQhBystH7xXvoc3HjfSjb4XUsry8ejO5XiUUeWOH5MmNHdf7nzRsxWb2Nq24vnjfO2hv1Rcs64gkc0DeKqSBfms6GGIQqbf2x3V5UbAAPz8IGjDU6CLIj9XjkPOVgXYHyBRio8/s1600-h/souther5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218230119699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22gGtGlQhBystH7xXvoc3HjfSjb4XUsry8ejO5XiUUeWOH5MmNHdf7nzRsxWb2Nq24vnjfO2hv1Rcs64gkc0DeKqSBfms6GGIQqbf2x3V5UbAAPz8IGjDU6CLIj9XjkPOVgXYHyBRio8/s320/souther5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4-eI2yVFwPwJTlUaBAPUMyP0s3sz6wDq9ggoHV9eBjPZVIM-69B79wkBMGcAttWsYt1oT3aZzqdj4OiSdnbcggcEP5qy46P-_2wQhTx6ffNpSUBZrhYSZVZeBDuICd6VSgehMjm30Bs/s1600-h/souther1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QI-gWnLCX6RgqfZc8ObHg4BZQ-yhSWvASVkxa9hgxmOszeN-SmyakDlJLBK30qZaaIQbD5ZmPWMb9tbZaSHn5Rw3mFNtepSFHwT0jJLhFsqTfEQyWALYHNFOwo9qvT0s7qc0g0a6MT8/s1600-h/souther8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218236792574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QI-gWnLCX6RgqfZc8ObHg4BZQ-yhSWvASVkxa9hgxmOszeN-SmyakDlJLBK30qZaaIQbD5ZmPWMb9tbZaSHn5Rw3mFNtepSFHwT0jJLhFsqTfEQyWALYHNFOwo9qvT0s7qc0g0a6MT8/s320/souther8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0K6j3WMya1zJpEHFE9lNLxQYQrKzpTv-OgQY7QyBVgVkcLZvFDBBJIsNBKICwNmtnY22zyi0bkWAraR7RvqG6s_v_KeVLRvbe4-5WVppXc4Xf_-ZRGvutaJ0TE6jSWveZ8lhp_sYnf4/s1600-h/souther1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217082753680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0K6j3WMya1zJpEHFE9lNLxQYQrKzpTv-OgQY7QyBVgVkcLZvFDBBJIsNBKICwNmtnY22zyi0bkWAraR7RvqG6s_v_KeVLRvbe4-5WVppXc4Xf_-ZRGvutaJ0TE6jSWveZ8lhp_sYnf4/s320/souther1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C4aX5EokM6MsXhbl3tEdB9mdbNTLmqUk0aLc4pQA3WsKCNUyQj2LDQsohNB3q-ppDOvpIsds9noubbowu99zdUjVZnHKYj9D1Whnb9frg7eRk7OsYS-9Rc4r5UyhEJIEwzkKlJwXk-E/s1600-h/souther3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217085165048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C4aX5EokM6MsXhbl3tEdB9mdbNTLmqUk0aLc4pQA3WsKCNUyQj2LDQsohNB3q-ppDOvpIsds9noubbowu99zdUjVZnHKYj9D1Whnb9frg7eRk7OsYS-9Rc4r5UyhEJIEwzkKlJwXk-E/s320/souther3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rVBZKHYS2V_eoFlVXRz13rt3LLm9Bz8FLgthq_N_YQ0-LShyphenhyphenBcH5dGLaLGZIPxraeb1Cuo1HSAXAtUvOI_VOa8TR42U99V5Se3CJSD6hnvJYQO5s_fqX8mkgpKU4uGmBgmCyS61lvew/s1600-h/souther4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217622929558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rVBZKHYS2V_eoFlVXRz13rt3LLm9Bz8FLgthq_N_YQ0-LShyphenhyphenBcH5dGLaLGZIPxraeb1Cuo1HSAXAtUvOI_VOa8TR42U99V5Se3CJSD6hnvJYQO5s_fqX8mkgpKU4uGmBgmCyS61lvew/s320/souther4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlbg6laF4-Eor7deEtbn9_ZYJFMtvryQKbCs00jWiboyQPoA4YlMZ_quTf9q5170iIWlmvstroiKUgh_yTGYzn0Wp7yhZDMLDHg0NCrGssluGxlMdi15uFW-QNFkA298bT_s0XlvKINE/s1600-h/s012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244217629930703618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlbg6laF4-Eor7deEtbn9_ZYJFMtvryQKbCs00jWiboyQPoA4YlMZ_quTf9q5170iIWlmvstroiKUgh_yTGYzn0Wp7yhZDMLDHg0NCrGssluGxlMdi15uFW-QNFkA298bT_s0XlvKINE/s320/s012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Speaking of exhbits, I need to write up a blog about fellow etsian, Timber, who I chanced to meet here in california at a silkscreen shop. He recognized the mustache man shirt I was wearing and asked where I got it. I told him I made it and he revealed that he was Timberps, which is crazy cuz I've been wanting one of his shirts for a long time. I'll post that one later.</div><br /><br />Speaking once again about art exhibits, come on down to the Glass House Sat. Sept. 20<br />"Bring the litle pardners, hell, we got plenty of snakes and lizards for them to play with. Say it once, say it twice, third times a charm - and remember: I'll eat anything you want me to eat, I'll swallow anything you want me to swallow. Come on down, I'll chew on a dog. Arooooooooo!"<br />this is for Amy:<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeYDpu80qMs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeYDpu80qMs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hFoR0ziYFc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hFoR0ziYFc&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-68602438151257974622008-09-06T02:43:00.000-07:002008-09-06T04:24:14.261-07:00Pop Cannibalism 2<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJlnoivCWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4oF84ztyTVk/s1600-h/obeyma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242864647785089378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJlnoivCWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4oF84ztyTVk/s400/obeyma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I really should be sleeping but instead I'm going to grab some extra credit for my Mass Media course and blog a bit about another blog I"m currently reading, <a href="http://www.quizlaw.com/">QuizLaw</a>. </div><br /><div>I'll start out by telling you that I have always hated the show American Idol until last season when a rocker with some taste won out against the usual Britney/Whitney-wannabes. I got hooked on the vile show the first time I heard David Cook bust out the Chris Cornell version of Jacko's hit, Billie Jean. We TIVO'd it and watched it as a family each week. </div><br /><div>The season ended with an exciting victory for the Cook the underdog, but as the show concluded, it left me with a sense of loss. I've felt that same sense of loss after watching something like 8 straight hours of MTV's the State. My friends and I mused that we felt like we should call Michael Ian Black or Michael Showalter and see how they've been since we last saw them. The edges of tv and reality blurred and I missed my tv friends. sick.</div><br /><div>Well thankfully we've got reruns, but better still is this season of American Presidential Elections. Like American Idol, I never really cared for the "show" or the irritating people involved. Then we got our David Cook: Barak Obama. According to the blog Quizlaw, we even have Sanjaya: </div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Sarah Palin is the next Paris Hilton.<br />Not that I’m trying to minimize her speech. But, I lump her into the Sanjaya Malakar phenomenon. Two seasons ago, Sanjaya Malakar — an incredibly untalented singer — managed to remain on “American Idol” long past the point his talent warranted. But each week, Simon Cowell — like the media with Sarah Palin — attacked Sanjaya with brutal honesty. The audience at home, recognizing that Sanjaya kind of sucked, voted for him all the same, partly because they felt sorry for him and partly because they wanted to see the train wreck continue. Ultimately, the “AI” voters came to their senses and voted Sanjaya off, as I assume the American public will also do when it comes to Palin.</em></span> </div><br /><div>I personally am less interested in the candidates and there policies, and more or less swept away by their techniques. Picking a naughty-secretary looking female running mate - outstanding! Piggybacking off of Hilary's achievements dspite having diametrically opposing political views... so cool! But having a lectern with a mock presidential seal...niiiice. Telling voters that electing McCain would be the same as giving Bush a third term, oh yes! The Demo-vention was almost as cool as the last Radiohead concert I went to. Have you seen how swiftly (and often, come to think of it) Obama gets water bottles to his fainting audience members?! Stunning. Soon he'll be doling out fish and bread to the masses. But how will the contestants handle Mariah Carey week? can McCain and Palin rock the House of Representatives with their playful rendition of Carey's "We Belong Together," or will Barack slay the Electoral Cowell-ege with his take on "All I Want for Christmas is You?" I just can't help but get sucked into the whole poplularity contest. Its an exciting election season, maybe I should TIVO it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJiem-frXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DkO8fHb27r8/s1600-h/idol1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242861194210946418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJiem-frXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DkO8fHb27r8/s400/idol1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJie3w0yQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mTIRw0tfZZY/s1600-h/idol2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242861198717012226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SMJie3w0yQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mTIRw0tfZZY/s400/idol2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Oh, and coming back to Paris Hilton, <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/4178033806">here's a spot </a>she did in response to McCain's Barack/Paris comparison ad that she shot for Will Ferrell/Andy Mckay's Comedy site, FunnyOrDie. I almost have a shred of newfound respect for her, but it turned out to be gas.</div><br />If you live under a rock, check out Landlord and Drunk History while you're at it<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>one last thing: Last week at campus I was coaxed to register to vote in California by two old black dudes at a folding table. They hastily led me through the forms and then asked me to fill in the circle next to the political party I wished to affiliate myself with. They made sure to let me know they only got paid if I filled in the Republican circle, and assured me I could change my affiliation later on but I would have to vote along party lines if for everything but president.</div><br /><br /><div>After all was said and done they handed me another form representing the Republican party. It was a statment that I had to sign stating that I was in no way coerced or influenced to affiliate with the Republican party. *sigh* </div><br /><br /><div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-16672556568435945122008-08-29T20:20:00.000-07:002008-08-29T22:14:53.153-07:00pop cannibalism<div>I went clothes shopping today and I was dismayed yet again. Its hard to find clothing that fits me, I'm not that tall and I'm kinda skinny. I can no longer stand the skinny jeans, (which I'm wearing as I type this, ironically) they only look good on a few people (and they aren't male). They make a top heavy woman look like Dr. Robotnik from Sonic the Hedgehog:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240150195437863074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLjA1tjEgKI/AAAAAAAAALU/hl1RiE6Qrz0/s400/dr_robotnik.gif" border="0" /> They make me look even scrawnier. So I went shopping for nice jeans, and I'm glad the fashionistas that be have allowed the low-rise boot cut to return to the marketplace, because they're the only decent looking pair of pants I've ever owned short of tailored slacks. I hate that word...<em>slacks</em>. By the way, is it me, or is Hollister just Ambercrombie & Fitch, and isn't Abercrombie & Fitch just a cologne-saturated gay club (the music's loud as hell and theres pictures of half-naked men everywhere). <div><br /><p>Anyway, I've just started this Mass Media Course, and it got me thinking about how much I hate that society and culture shape what I should wear. My wife and I watch "what not to wear." on a fairly regular basis, and while I have my snobbish/critical side, I hate watching Mrs. Pretty and Popular, class of 77, and her identical male cohort get paid to repeat high school history by snickering at the poorly dressed and clueless subjects of their tv show. It's culture enforced conformity taken to a new level. I have to admit, though they make their subjects look much better when they're done.</p><br /><p>So, getting back to my trip to one of the billions of O.C.'s malls, I can't seem to find a store that fits my tastes. There are so many subconcious messages behind what someone wears, and I don't always like the way it "defines" a person. I don't want someone to categorize me by my pants and shoes. Still, I can't help doing it myself, watch:</p><br /><p>Dave Matthews/Phish fan and probably a stoner and or frat-jock: shops at Steve & Barry's</p><br /><p>Favorite band is My Chemical Romance or Staind: shops at Hot Topic</p><br /><p>John Mayer and Jason Mraz on the iPod: go to the Gap. Guess whats new this fall, something Khaki...<em>again! </em></p><br /><p>I also can't stand how men have so very few choices in style. Men's clothes are either too safe for my tastes, or too obnoxious. I am an artist and a rock musician, but I don't want to look a "rockstar." Also, Khaki cargo pants, how the hell are they still cool with anyone not at a Dave Matthew's Band concert!? I was there, back in in 1998, so were my cargoes, Dave played two encores, but unfortunately, so do the pants. </p><br /><p>I am also grossed out by American Apparel's neon child porn look. The shirts I make are from AA shirts, but I won't be caught dead wearing a vest and hot pink pants with a polo with popped collar and visor shades. Polo's are for Best Buy, Pizza Hut, and tanning salon employees. I am weary of all the studded belts, skulls, grenades, grenade hearts, grenades made of skeletons, guns, flowery guns, guns with hearts, basically any peice of ammunition combined with anatomy or flowers. I don't want my shirts emboidered with family crests and ivy and lions and bombs. Thats for the Euro 'bags. These are european, or (mostly) american males trying to look european, with pointy-toed boots, tons of jewelry, and a faux hawk full of product. I remember these guys from the highschool football team. They got drunk, stumbled into Metro Park, and haven't found their way out.</p><br /><p>There's a great site (and abook) about the cultural phenomenon of "douchebags" and beautiful women. You can see what I mean at <a href="http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/">http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/</a> . </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164910195634722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLjOOOStciI/AAAAAAAAALc/bfCqSBmP2a4/s400/douche1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p>I had noticed the sudden surge of these people, but couldn't quite articulate what they were or what it was that I couldn't stand, but the book put it all in perspective:</p><br /><br /><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Greasy foreheads. Spiky frosted hair. Oiled-up faces dripping with Tag Body Shot spray. Armani Exchange T-shirts and rank cologne wafting off their backs like fetid pollen clouds as they pump their fists and attempt to grind into any hotties nearby. Young beauties oblivious to the hulking monstrosity clutching at their butts like snapping turtles on Red Bull.<br />From sea to douchey sea, ours is a culture plagued by this festering blight. By the dark forces of über-douchebaggery.</span></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240165372300066578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLjOpHw_fxI/AAAAAAAAALs/FxNZLsc8fuQ/s400/AbLobster-723228.jpg" border="0" />This guy won the Douchie 2007 award.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the other end of the spectrum, men's clothing is hopelessly tame. I guess thats why I have Spitting Image. I like having shirts that no one else has (there are a few exclusives that we have made that aren't available to the public on our online site). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But still, what I really want isn't always available</div><br /><div>I like Classic American style and I like unique twists on things. Here are a few of my favorite looks, several of which were lifted from a great blog called <a href="http://manshion.net/">Manshion</a> (he also has a great guide to shopping for the vertically challegened):</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zQ3iHIBAaJXx8yGqipDoVk-HQ1atceSYWj6x3jAuqrI5rw5SZQbQ1PrmuaerlsbnwB1iaoYXXw2US2sqdTRb-jonLiBU9-NFVvWa83MXXd5GPLurPTB9f2jmQpAW3AYx9TW1rcvHE1w/s1600-h/fashion1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240173878453844034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zQ3iHIBAaJXx8yGqipDoVk-HQ1atceSYWj6x3jAuqrI5rw5SZQbQ1PrmuaerlsbnwB1iaoYXXw2US2sqdTRb-jonLiBU9-NFVvWa83MXXd5GPLurPTB9f2jmQpAW3AYx9TW1rcvHE1w/s400/fashion1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist_jRwnmL4xqqyNVnLm6UsU0zBHQxBwQxYnCHo8caOlvSQbE2pE_wQD5d1KaHucE2T9r6mQiqnlDpcsJzyowTFawUusCeOzv1vS2Wi-m2FBxbtZpxliBzWpqJZh6QjJHs0eG69wOL7bE/s1600-h/fashion2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240173874709306978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist_jRwnmL4xqqyNVnLm6UsU0zBHQxBwQxYnCHo8caOlvSQbE2pE_wQD5d1KaHucE2T9r6mQiqnlDpcsJzyowTFawUusCeOzv1vS2Wi-m2FBxbtZpxliBzWpqJZh6QjJHs0eG69wOL7bE/s400/fashion2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmpTFRgNBoiaMasBwQU6Ms3umT0U0WsjCYpKJS-b3HiTUC2i1FOqbCXI6IVOTZOho9GVyHkn7tufmZD4e5FtiVcE3_aWOv-9kGyPvzXLcnwJBRbSCagjMywr6jZUGkzkelzf2WXcO_q0/s1600-h/fashion3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240173877990780994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmpTFRgNBoiaMasBwQU6Ms3umT0U0WsjCYpKJS-b3HiTUC2i1FOqbCXI6IVOTZOho9GVyHkn7tufmZD4e5FtiVcE3_aWOv-9kGyPvzXLcnwJBRbSCagjMywr6jZUGkzkelzf2WXcO_q0/s400/fashion3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHREtKuY935FNMj8d3O5nmN0okXXc1pEljT132fy1eAUWhYT6NFTAStx7SSXJ9YqP4ov9zJgfADRwYoqSVAlcATmDAPd-VPRIBvRoNmDhWk4YUl2QRXwi-RimAVlKJ_3-moeWWbxvvco/s1600-h/beck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240173881051530386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHREtKuY935FNMj8d3O5nmN0okXXc1pEljT132fy1eAUWhYT6NFTAStx7SSXJ9YqP4ov9zJgfADRwYoqSVAlcATmDAPd-VPRIBvRoNmDhWk4YUl2QRXwi-RimAVlKJ_3-moeWWbxvvco/s400/beck.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTUOJ4qreX501vDoCEsYkUhYUG1X2_Ayudet3qoebgCHp6vuVq9ZWoi_7OBswAEXg48AB5KCdMQCxDVR9Tl4W7_4Pm0cbdsOhI2mG4Gh3ue-X3zBe7wMoC8Dum8kfP38dw12h0eCvPTw/s1600-h/robert+downey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240173879154344962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTUOJ4qreX501vDoCEsYkUhYUG1X2_Ayudet3qoebgCHp6vuVq9ZWoi_7OBswAEXg48AB5KCdMQCxDVR9Tl4W7_4Pm0cbdsOhI2mG4Gh3ue-X3zBe7wMoC8Dum8kfP38dw12h0eCvPTw/s400/robert+downey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div> </div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-71569329925962205712008-08-28T13:22:00.000-07:002008-08-28T23:52:32.545-07:00Je ne suis pas cool.<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLeY3hTjJpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l05TerkcZoc/s1600-h/the_little_geek_540x359.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824771069453970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLeY3hTjJpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/l05TerkcZoc/s400/the_little_geek_540x359.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I was in a group called the Source Room in grade school, and up until this very moment, I have never really wondered why it was named Source Room. I would jokingly say it's the source of my sense of entitlement.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>When I joined, the Source Room was a fledgling program for gifted and talented grade school students in which we (a handful of first graders) were taken out of class in the afternoon to learn french, how to brainstorm, go on feild trips to learn how things are made, cultivated creativity, invented products, gave oral speeches and presentations, followed current events, and formed our own opinions (biased largely by the world view of our libertarian teacher, Mrs. Stacy). It took me years to finally see it in myself and reconstruct my own ideologies. Geography was usually held in the afternoon, but I was always in Source Room, so I think that accounts for my lack of solid geographical and history education. Our Source Room group grew in number and dropped in IQ over the years, which I assume had something to do with a few upset mothers complaining their child's way into our group. I wish I could get my hands on some of the videos we made, because there were some dumb kids forced into the group. I remember one year we filmed fake commercials and we had to teach one of the actors how to sweep the floor convincingly. He looked like he was mopping the floor.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824773506033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLeY3qYeaHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LFu-ISMlbX4/s400/gifted.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>That said, the original group, Katie, Leah, Erin, Amanda, and I were invited to join the Source Room for various reasons. Katie skipped kindergarten, was exceptionally bright and younger than her classmates, Leah was also intelligent, but showed an early knack for art. Erin didn't stay with us for too long, and I'm not sure what her story was. Amanda was/ is a humorous and intellegint individual. She has a unique approach to life to say the least. I was taught to read before school and was intensly inquisitive. By the time I reached first grade, I was usually the first one finished with my school work in class so I used my spare time to crack jokes and make fun of kids who were just learning to read. When I received the initial invitation letter from Mrs. Stacy, I never gave it to my parents because I thought I was in trouble (I got in trouble a lot, and therefore had a lot of letters to take home to my parents). My parents were informed of the giftedness of their child with a phone call. Just a year earlier my kindergarten teach had informed my parents that I was a slow child and had developmental problems. Take that Miss Watson, you stupid cow!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Today, most of the originals haven't quite achieved anything of note. The ones that finished college have jobs completely unrelated to their majors. Amanda has several schemes, but she has mainly worked for Fed Ex for the last decade, Leah has not become the artist I thought she would be. Katie became anti-social in her teen years and became somewhat goth, changed the spelling of her name and now she sings in a goth rock band ( I guess thats something). </div><br /><br /><div>Me, I've started a business that I'm struggling to break even with, I played in a band that opened up for the Wu Tang Clan's RZA, then I had to quit and move away before recording anything with them, I worked at an amazing record studio for free, I went to one of the most prestigous music colleges but I was unable to afford it and dropped out after a year and a half, I have written several albums worth of songs and recorded most of them without vocal tracks (so they sit, unheard),<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239824772359084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMU03lrBhAXyikovfKLPxxdjN-l4ZsKQio7qYe5uhACFfkGhERnMhleErVSuk9ONdZ0kuI0hj9AuO6l1a1JBPqDj0YP7YIJ5BsTgfieaPvjHsprglilx81VHnqgOIMg2uQrvnWgqIeW-k/s400/glennbass.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>and need I mention that I have attended 4 different colleges with 3 different majors, amassing over 67 credits and have no degrees or certificates to show for it.</p><br /><p>I'm working oon a plan though, </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239828668096334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SLecaW3KSjI/AAAAAAAAALM/YajJMWf-Rp4/s400/grad.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>and it has nothing to do with "plastics"</p>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-64342879051160718612008-07-26T11:22:00.001-07:002008-07-26T15:37:25.444-07:00Rock N' Roll Suicide<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-8HJjt5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PEhAPZiT6zI/s1600-h/stingbrawl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411363669981074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-8HJjt5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PEhAPZiT6zI/s400/stingbrawl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've started a small band and I'm doing a four week intensive in Anthropology and College Algebra, so I've been away a while. I'm attending my fifth college right now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A year after I graduated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">highschool</span> I moved to Boston to attend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berklee</span> College of Music, dropped out a year and a half later, moved back to Wisconsin, went to For His Glory Bible College for a year and a half, dropped out and got married. Then I moved to New York, went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dowling</span> College to study business, moved to California, and now I'm taking Gen Ed's at Santiago Canyon College (it's in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">beautiful</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">canyon</span> surrounded by mountains) to transfer to Chapman University next year for Music Composition with a film emphasis.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At first I was nervous about being 27 in classes full of 19 year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">olds</span>, but there are some geezers in my class, so it's cool.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So today being one of my first "days off" in a while decided to squander it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Internet</span>. So far I've read three <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wikihow</span> articles on how to clean mineral deposits out of your shower head ( soak it in a pot full of simmering -but not boiling - vinegar), how to clean a shower liner, how to get the mold smell out of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">front</span> load washer and dryer. I'm not really interested in how to do these things, I just kept clicking the links.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After a while I started searching arts & entertainment hows and found myself editing how to articles that sound like they were written by foreigners. Then I got a little creative with it. I had clicked on <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Form-a-Band#Steps">How to Form a Band - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">wikiHow</span></a> out of curiosity because I've done it so many different ways, I wanted to know how others went about it. Towards then end I saw two naive steps in the process, "get signed by a label," and "get ready for stardom." I quickly deleted the first one and replaced the last one with this:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"># Get famous, take up a debilitating drug and/or alcohol habit, lose the sense of who you are/were, go in and out of rehab, remarry a few times, quell the inner band fighting by throwing your mic at the drummer during his self-indulgent drum solo and flip off the audience while exiting the stage, get plowed in your trailer (extra points for overdosing), if the band confronts you with an intervention, go get your samurai sword that you picked up on your Japan tour and start swinging), break up the band, release a lackluster solo album, drop out of the public eye while your former glory is forgotten to the next two generations and your music goes out of fashion, spiral into a cycle of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">depression</span> and substance abuse, alienating yourself from friends and family, walk onto the set of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">MTV's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">TRL</span> and make a spectacle of yourself (this can also be done at any televised awards ceremony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pre</span>-show parties), enjoy a little bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">embarrassing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">notoriety</span> (at least they'll know your name again), drop out of sight for ten or more years, sell your hit songs to commercials selling cars, mayonnaise, and feminine <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">deodorant</span>, sober up, find religion, make amends with your past and your band mates, do what is known in the industry as "staying relevant" by doing cameos on the Simpsons, playing a judge in Zoolander, or performing a show with Britney (if you <em>are </em>Britney, try a spot on Saturday Night Live, its the platform for stars who have fallen from grace and need to make good with the public by mocking their infamous behavior i.e. Winona Ryder and countless other scandal-ridden stars),<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411355475641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-7on4BLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/C-DmXgUHTSI/s400/free.jpg" border="0" />plan a reunion tour, charge upwards of $150 a ticket, sell out shows worldwide, cancel shows due to drug/alcohol relapse, get your stuff together and keep rocking well into your sixties, remarry to someone younger and hotter, lather, rinse, and repeat, hang out to dry. A tangential version of this would be to find religion that doesn't allow music or the excess of stardom, release an album of watered down versions of your greatest songs with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">MOR</span> world music beats and instruments.</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411362891541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-8EP9q8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UaW3KwOKOwU/s400/Sir_Paul_McCartney_and_wife_Heather_Mills.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411361392451666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-7-qjYFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ScFfVztDe20/s400/bowiman.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411360824642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SIt-78jLSmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H5G_8E-VdKY/s400/elviskrall.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I guess you get a bit jaded after reading about all your heroes and what happens to them. The above list contains similarities to stories of many of my favorites including David Bowie, Elvis Costello, Jeff Tweedy of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Wilco</span>, Sting and Police, Cat Stevens, David Lee Roth, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and some of my non-favorites (Courtney Love)</div><br /><div>The sword incident happened to me when my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">band mates</span> and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">intervened</span> on our coke addled lead singer the night after he lost had our equipment trucked for being parked at bus stop in front of the strip club where he got drunk and subsequently botched our gig, forgetting lyrics to his songs and verbally berating the band and the audience. I'll spare you the story of the legal battles, I'm too busy wasting time on you tube now.</div><div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-30113474009962144762008-07-03T20:01:00.000-07:002008-07-03T21:11:27.223-07:00Start Wearing Purple<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnkMvhaB1BEMqZ_DPPVPv8-UbbizTQQK8Yuo_mxVyC0zdvSy1dcc81yhnuTuUBwV7tr1e2IrGZf2iIMMJyM7LywTaW1dNgSMIOQe6glIR1VO78nq2c9NhMabB4a5sF3PqcAMLbRCvRsg/s1600-h/jonfen+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218996647893473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnkMvhaB1BEMqZ_DPPVPv8-UbbizTQQK8Yuo_mxVyC0zdvSy1dcc81yhnuTuUBwV7tr1e2IrGZf2iIMMJyM7LywTaW1dNgSMIOQe6glIR1VO78nq2c9NhMabB4a5sF3PqcAMLbRCvRsg/s400/jonfen+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SG2XOHW-4iI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KJK9PMXy2Ds/s1600-h/jonfen.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div>I was working on a draft of another blog post but it lacked necesary pictures so I'm just posting to hear myself speak.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been MIA lately. Etsy has kept me quite busy, as have songwriting and my plans to go to film school, more about that later. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Just wanted to say, I haven't been excited about new music in a long while, but the new Beck single Chemical trails...woah...new direction. love it. can't wait for the album.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>New Coldplay: they've completely redeemed themselves with some help from Brian Eno. Parachutes is and was my favorite album, there may be a new contender.</div><div><br />That was a short list. I guess I'm still not that into anything thats come out recently. I'm gonna punch my face in if I have to hear Katie Perry one more time. Either that or staple my tongue to a sandwhich. actually, that might not be all that bad once the pain subsides.<br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Besides that, it's been heavy doses of Talking Heads "Covered with Daisies" and "Road to Nowhere" I learned to play "Burning Down the House on ukelele." I've got to figure out a way to get some mp3's on this blog...but I'm too busy.</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>If you haven't seen the Bat for Lashes video for "what's a girl to do,"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1wnOUH2jk8"> youtube it now</a>. Creepy cool. Animal heads, ghosts, balloons, bicycle stunts, a flipped over car with huge fangs, all in a dark forest. Its got everything a music video should have. Old news for some, but too brilliant not to pass along.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>By the way, if you're in a funk and you need lift this song will work every time: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_81l4DXlwM">Start Wearing Purple</a>. You may recognize Gogol from the film Everything is Illuminated with Elijah Wood (see top image). </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>and here's a little something from King Missile inspired by my recent <a href="http://www.imeem.com/excessivecharm/music/LRrnzIQ3/king_missile_cheesecake_truck/">job hunt</a>.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-57312275059552409552008-06-16T21:22:00.000-07:002008-06-20T19:17:44.595-07:00Baby Daddy<div>We need to find a baby to show off our new line of baby clothes! My wife wants a baby yesterday (and my parents and in-laws are chomping at the bit for grandchitlins), but even if we have one in nine months from now, it's not gonna be fast enough to show off our new baby line.<br /><div>here's what we have to offer so far: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96Z524I-3nEWrzPlEH8bKVZdrDNRJcc3EoepXLjxql8Ox3b8BtLxJz0u8Vf9v96FLXH3LgUPuPNu0Y-1E7aFZ8OtpGExe8iVS2QpWugqRz_BsKD_v-2Ocgh451y-oRo6DN40BZ0Zk2RA/s1600-h/kangaone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214153090065919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96Z524I-3nEWrzPlEH8bKVZdrDNRJcc3EoepXLjxql8Ox3b8BtLxJz0u8Vf9v96FLXH3LgUPuPNu0Y-1E7aFZ8OtpGExe8iVS2QpWugqRz_BsKD_v-2Ocgh451y-oRo6DN40BZ0Zk2RA/s320/kangaone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KmjXEta0EX_6JYQU4ia8N9cNodr8hy9G42TuWPM422B2akUdONOp6uXjP-qMC6Y2c-qJGGX3Vr_9GcLjH7obnxdsoD0VBkDO4WbqdCuiDO_7ysGYJIofa0YpNQHICKTNjWkclcJC5Pk/s1600-h/brainyone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214153097942692674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KmjXEta0EX_6JYQU4ia8N9cNodr8hy9G42TuWPM422B2akUdONOp6uXjP-qMC6Y2c-qJGGX3Vr_9GcLjH7obnxdsoD0VBkDO4WbqdCuiDO_7ysGYJIofa0YpNQHICKTNjWkclcJC5Pk/s320/brainyone.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFUwrDXy9xnjWWlaieRartFkw5IUwK1a4FKPbc5sKjOTxOAMrtgeu2zozWeHSHpcEFfseIKZignYfibgSJf56Lnr3YP3RJ9yrJDNf3j14E35bVdSwUlONeMtD5EGFwW_eQoB9j6xZdqY/s1600-h/monsteronesie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702697727652290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFUwrDXy9xnjWWlaieRartFkw5IUwK1a4FKPbc5sKjOTxOAMrtgeu2zozWeHSHpcEFfseIKZignYfibgSJf56Lnr3YP3RJ9yrJDNf3j14E35bVdSwUlONeMtD5EGFwW_eQoB9j6xZdqY/s320/monsteronesie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24qJXdDw0E7wm5O8fPlLKZznaU16_Az9TmBRp76Lp0U3xmisjcX2S_NRIr7USqM6tclgKvoWrIlSePu9TnEl0XVATA2cnO_QKP7CU2wzldybiZLRChlFVJO1JcAptYcXexnrFcEPa86M/s1600-h/bobotonesie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702704961852402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24qJXdDw0E7wm5O8fPlLKZznaU16_Az9TmBRp76Lp0U3xmisjcX2S_NRIr7USqM6tclgKvoWrIlSePu9TnEl0XVATA2cnO_QKP7CU2wzldybiZLRChlFVJO1JcAptYcXexnrFcEPa86M/s320/bobotonesie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGURFio7uG9ucHxnoMf6m0PcbVU23DF2XEiUn-jO2FCJm9je81FT7o0KXJc13tmFEjtS1t-oDGYQQQsBaErXKVAehwySkTvtDHc3-Yr9KT-g6qWNwT5U2atgKbIqV1KvWf-nsCsYXUoDc/s1600-h/littleonesie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212702705793385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGURFio7uG9ucHxnoMf6m0PcbVU23DF2XEiUn-jO2FCJm9je81FT7o0KXJc13tmFEjtS1t-oDGYQQQsBaErXKVAehwySkTvtDHc3-Yr9KT-g6qWNwT5U2atgKbIqV1KvWf-nsCsYXUoDc/s320/littleonesie.jpg" border="0" /></a> If you know anyone with some babies just lying around and they aren't using them or anything, lemme know. Remember people, "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle."<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>If they are using the babies, great, then they need to be wearing our clothes.</div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-86809146655879845822008-06-05T18:56:00.001-07:002008-06-07T14:40:32.115-07:00Etsy Gift Guide for Dads and Dudes<span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> have been perusing the Etsy Father's Day Treasuries and Etsy Finds like a hawk trying to find something cool for my Dad, but have been coming up short. I don't want to get him something that will get tossed in the "junk drawer" when I'm not looking. I don't know how to put it politely, but most Dad's don't actually want you to knit, crochet, or weave them anything, even if it is to be used for drinking, fishing, hunting, or belching contests.<br /><br />I must admit, I'm not the typical "guy," I dislike fishing, hunting, and sports- especially golf. I don't drink much at all these days, and I'm not all that into shoot 'em up 'splosion films, though I do watch them (especially if they have Super/Spider/X-/Iron Man in the title) . I don't know or care much about cars, though I've learned to fix them out of necessity. I never really got into tools until my Dad bought me one for my birthday. It rules, I use it all the time, but just because I like my tools, it doesn't mean I want to display it on my shirt/tie/wallet/belt (unless it is an actual toolbelt-still please don't decorate a tool belt as a gift). Nonetheless, just being a guy makes me qualified enough to say, "hey, here's some stuff dad/guys might like."<br /><br />That said, here's my attempt at an Etsy gift guide for Dads and Dudes.<br /><br />With this first item, I have to eat my words about displaying tools on my belt, I would wear this belt buckle proudly:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595931077225042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEimZypnKlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3BoaYRzcpXU/s320/nailbuckle.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595938172079330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEimaNFKDOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NeQeJ5VIIeQ/s320/bloodbelt.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595942612422850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEimadn0UMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JgVs3ZK88HY/s320/backbelt.jpg" border="0" /> These belt buckles are not only stylish, they're well made with quality hardware and its only $30. Kali Mellus' shop, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5418707">ByKali </a>has several more that I'd also like.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>And if you're gonna get a guy something made of wood, or something practical yet whimsical: try this: </div><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208606897672555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEiwYIZsC5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4p5b3wg1Z8c/s320/bull.jpg" border="0" />This is the Coming and Going Bull Trophy Holdall by <a href="http://www.luxfordst.etsy.com/">LuxfordSt.</a> yeah, it's cool. </p><br /><p>I'm a huge fan of functional art, especially lamp art. Here's a spraypaint can lamp by <a href="http://www.bblock.etsy.com/">bblock:</a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209255774929182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvldnj2kYw-cu8NDmbErMqmEGLFvGtDMxHoJK1mRq4VbODA29Zi3FqCR9ldEmhrAU-3WTdEpaT4j6XiBz3uVdlync-7HY46HTInvhHQCkhhc1S_2VGE5jrn4IV3x4yXYnEloatSlK7OI/s320/krylon.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><br />Here's an apron that won't emasculate your Dad when he BBQ's:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208624170424207314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEjAFiamB9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/cnRsmiN4Axs/s320/apron.jpg" border="0" /> Its called "Chef Chop" and its available in <a href="http://www.juror2.etsy.com/">Juror 2's shop</a>. </p><br /><br /><br />Duct tape wallets and other handmade wallets are cool, but Dad might want something he won't be embarassed to pull out at the bank. How's bout this here money clip made by <a href="http://www.garnishhome.etsy.com/">Garnish Home</a> ?<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnUQVG5yEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7Hyz3_VV-Uo/s1600-h/moneyclipa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927821039781954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnUQVG5yEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7Hyz3_VV-Uo/s320/moneyclipa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnUQ5HFxHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UEdNeKeHkzk/s1600-h/moneyclipb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208927830704243826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnUQ5HFxHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UEdNeKeHkzk/s320/moneyclipb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dad's love sweets, so if you can't bake, why not let someone else?<br /><br /><br />I saw this pile of cookies and startied gnawing on my laptop screen. My laptop doesn't taste anywhere near as good as these Double Chocolate Coffee Macadamia Nut cookies by <a href="http://groovycookies.etsy.com/">Groovy Cookies</a>.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208932042362632642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnYGCwsucI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F5Ak0ey_wDE/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" />Now all you need is a Father's Day card like this one at <a href="http://www.kindredknits.etsy.com/">Kindred Knits</a> and your all set.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208935830848577186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SEnbij-InqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xI4Y35QuNHI/s320/card.jpg" border="0" />Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-87758647065073049222008-06-03T14:01:00.000-07:002008-06-03T17:44:36.180-07:00Father's Day Fodder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-0I0zyjPSgeNqfL0cfzWE4bJpXAG63fu3zkbp8Lxz407M5jDB4zevv_VncVumpDJyCeQb3gFJ8ppnODFGKW7xJZM1ed1UTrQ1w8yza_KDpWWx7IJ8OqpikJqNOPTFe36PF3Ojk86ivM/s1600-h/brainy+dad2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207768605199132194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-0I0zyjPSgeNqfL0cfzWE4bJpXAG63fu3zkbp8Lxz407M5jDB4zevv_VncVumpDJyCeQb3gFJ8ppnODFGKW7xJZM1ed1UTrQ1w8yza_KDpWWx7IJ8OqpikJqNOPTFe36PF3Ojk86ivM/s320/brainy+dad2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span></strong>ad's Day is approaching, which always sucks for me because I live on the far side of the country from him, and have for many years, because I have bounced from Boston to Brooklyn, and now to Orange County. It also sucks beacause I can never think of anything good enough to get him that he doesn't already have. Practical is not always best, since he can go out and get whatever tools he needs and he'll know better which brands and types. Dad's don't want a damn tie either! They like toys and gadgets.</div><br /><div>I have bought my dad toy and model airplanes, helicopters, kites, an mp3 player, an mp3 site subscription, an audiobook subscription, but the best was when I built him a spud gun. How do you top an illegal potato-launching firearm? I'm not sure you can, and he already has a wicked 6 foot long, industrial rubber-grade water baloon launcher (and he sure as hell ain't launching balloons with it either-try eggs, tomatoes, golfballs, apples, and the occasional jar of pickles). </div><br /><div>Like myself, my Dad's also a drummer, but he already has an electric drumset and an awesome Pearl kit. I've bought him Zildjian gear, videos, etc. so thats out. </div><div> </div><div>My parents both lift weights and work out, but we've already bought them (or they've bought themselves) every flash in the pan workout gadget you can think of: Stairmaster, Thighmaster, Abmaster, even Slide Aerobics (remember that one? it was supposed to <em>simulate</em> rollerblading, nowadays you wouldn't be caught dead <em>actually</em> rollerblading).</div><br /><div>Unfortunately, etsy wasn't much help either. I don't know how many guys actually wear cuff links that aren't sizing you up for a tuxedo in the mall. Belts, ties, wallets! Are men really so dull? no. this can't be. </div><br /><div>Well for what it's worth, Amy took some shots of pops in one of our shirts, we're going to list them in the Father's Day Treasury. </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207768614655184978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Aewqz9LQw2mEUD_eq40MaUbgmOPOkrLdQ44LnPOZpIN_JC8hUTgJUHLr6FFfV4Ksv7pjJVIUeJaAmJWXMW8pbHf0K8mFTWzlriU8IXkZHoM3wT47qHVpO_RuutFO0PZr7hS8_wPAXJU/s320/brainy+dad1.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />well, I'm off to go make some new stuff for our shop, there will be some new designs trickling into our store this month, even stuff for babies. Babies love to shop.Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-63076015125622081042008-05-27T11:10:00.000-07:002008-05-28T12:51:06.408-07:00Mini Mini<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvXEsDkZnqGMUdyAP7zpUBOFYl4HenyMrpKhWvsJ2LGWCN-TmIUpzxkCY1vFeInWf12gLough_Pz3qEWQyh0QoPZlImMKOMX_RFZQ2QxyC-qlHm5oYNPV5OL_OZ2HPvdwlYgd8fLIijI/s1600-h/mini4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205228305370909090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvXEsDkZnqGMUdyAP7zpUBOFYl4HenyMrpKhWvsJ2LGWCN-TmIUpzxkCY1vFeInWf12gLough_Pz3qEWQyh0QoPZlImMKOMX_RFZQ2QxyC-qlHm5oYNPV5OL_OZ2HPvdwlYgd8fLIijI/s320/mini4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span></strong>ets preface this blog by saying I never liked chihuahua's. They shiver and yelp, and I figured that if you sneeze on one, they would just shatter into tiny pieces. Then one day while driving by a camp ground in the Redwood Forest in California, my wife's grandmother saw what I thought was a tiny fawn or baby fox. We pulled over and Nana got out and scooped up a scared 2-4 week old chihuahua into her arms, and we were on our way. Long story short, we were unable to get her back to her owner and the camp's ranger said that the people looking for it had already moved on and didn't leave a phone number, but we could drop her off at the ranger station, but they'd just put her in a pound. We called the number on her tag but the phone was disconnected. Her dog tag read "Minnie." <div><div><div>On the car ride back to Nana's, we wrapped the shivering dog in a towel and after a short while I found myself holding the sleeping puppy while Chelbie did her best to coax me into keeping her. Chelbie had been wanting to get a dog for a long time now, but I was against it. I love dogs, but I didn't feel like walking, feeding, and cleaning up after anything but myself and I was worried a dog would eat one of my guitars or something.<br /></div><div>My resistance was quickly broken, this dog was just too damn cute, and to make it worse she kept following me. On top of that she turns out to be highly social with people, children, and other animals. She hardly ever barks, she is the best dog I've ever had. Chihuahua's are very loyal, as it turns out, and have favorites. I guess I'm her favorite. Say it with me now, "awwwww." okay, shutup. Oh yah, we changed her name from Minnie to Mini cuz she is tiny.</div><br /><div>That was almost 3 years ago. Today we finally had her spayed, which had us nervous for her, like she was our kid. I'm going to go pick her up from the vet after this blog is finished. Here are some Mini pictures:</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe51s5rmBZUYWF3hYx6cgaSJ-e4kuWWmck6r6cpsF9wOCpIOrRfEt9rcTh6YluqI3sa_6N_a8yY4zNvtN8isAbFnqyku8NJRd6MeMACdyFw3lu8TuuJOMgGNV79wAdXjjjjKXgSFGRtM/s1600-h/chelcute2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205204923568949618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRe51s5rmBZUYWF3hYx6cgaSJ-e4kuWWmck6r6cpsF9wOCpIOrRfEt9rcTh6YluqI3sa_6N_a8yY4zNvtN8isAbFnqyku8NJRd6MeMACdyFw3lu8TuuJOMgGNV79wAdXjjjjKXgSFGRtM/s320/chelcute2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mJ6h9eUbt2Y5On55FXJ7usewHhKDyJZ9jnXMSyZkSfhAqitWo3u0obAeZ2Hs5ADVHZg1ir9jrRs79kYVOdE8UYS_9lf4aLGt1r-X5aVC8UdRXFPvENcXooifmcemH8uDZq6Yrcb15Vo/s1600-h/mini2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205204927863916930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mJ6h9eUbt2Y5On55FXJ7usewHhKDyJZ9jnXMSyZkSfhAqitWo3u0obAeZ2Hs5ADVHZg1ir9jrRs79kYVOdE8UYS_9lf4aLGt1r-X5aVC8UdRXFPvENcXooifmcemH8uDZq6Yrcb15Vo/s320/mini2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsXZylzX8hY1lrqHk4uH66TOn0IkZoOrtd61xMmTBOR1xfi4JGZRSvcBP-PLMghSj9gB37vdCGXBqeqmtZvK7L8omjLD50Vlocs6HtJPyl8bVMsGqh24pUQHJwtT6FTIxL-yP65_Tk1Q/s1600-h/mini3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205204932158884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsXZylzX8hY1lrqHk4uH66TOn0IkZoOrtd61xMmTBOR1xfi4JGZRSvcBP-PLMghSj9gB37vdCGXBqeqmtZvK7L8omjLD50Vlocs6HtJPyl8bVMsGqh24pUQHJwtT6FTIxL-yP65_Tk1Q/s320/mini3.jpg" border="0" /></a>My sister made her this rad dress (shown in the first picture above) for Christmas two years ago I need to get better pictures of it, cuz that just doesn't do it justice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>And in other news, we finally got props from etsy administrator Iheartmoustaches for our Mustache Man shirt. Though we didn't make the top ten etsy mustache items, we are in the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/storque/section/etc/article/my-top-10-moustaches/1867/comments/?show_panel=true">Storque Article</a>. okay, I have to get back to work I have so many shirts left to make and send out.</div><br /><div>Here's a little somthing for the mustache fans out there<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SDyw5LRxCbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-KxLc7o6lD4/s1600-h/cops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205229765659789746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SDyw5LRxCbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-KxLc7o6lD4/s320/cops.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I smell bacon!<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-10369127426907221612008-05-15T20:51:00.001-07:002008-05-17T15:54:06.831-07:00cops and robbers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcUHlwG7afRXPTuCCUNaxIq448Bp3FZmJQzfDiwS6y6LrBPbMNjpPlVcX7YRMjtJrUrj1PgP4Opbq5HPe796HNuAOnfYVYds0HYaTNUoxloav9GdiiqUcRVLAKr1aTw3o5s5XTgQXa4I/s1600-h/img182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201440591470497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcUHlwG7afRXPTuCCUNaxIq448Bp3FZmJQzfDiwS6y6LrBPbMNjpPlVcX7YRMjtJrUrj1PgP4Opbq5HPe796HNuAOnfYVYds0HYaTNUoxloav9GdiiqUcRVLAKr1aTw3o5s5XTgQXa4I/s400/img182.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>as hinted at at my sister's blog <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.spittinginkorporated.blogspot.com">(click here to see it, bologna face)</a>, we are up to no good once again. It will involve both of our combined talents (and I'll do even do a little musical compostion), and its coming to a youtube near you. The above picture is all I can show for now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm considering going into film scoring, I mean I've always wanted to do it, but I never actually got serious about it. At <a href="http://www.myspace.com/spiritassistedmusic">my myspace page</a> I have a few instrumentals (most of which are builders, so they don't really climax until the final 3rd of the song), and even a chase sequence peice for an imaginary chase scene for a suspense thriller.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I also did this peice that could be a slow motion funeral scene. Which reminds me. The best funeral sequence w/ music I have ever seen was (here comes the inner geek, shining forth) the 100th episode of Smallville, Johnathan Kent's funeral <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsAMckYFm7Q">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsAMckYFm7Q</a> What makes it great is the pacing, the camera work, the snow instead of the cliche' reain, and best of all, they used Peter Gabriel's "I Grieve," which is another slow breathing and building song. That was the Zenith of the show and it has pretty sucked ever after.</div><br /><br /><div>ok, I have serious work to do. I've taken on my first music student in 2 years, and that means I'm brushing up on guitar scales and riffs. Secondly, I need to find a silkscreen supply store in O.C. so I can get a big enough squeegee to screen the "tree girl" image much cleaner. Third, I have finish my t-shirt tags so I can tag and ship some of our shirts off to <a href="http://www.still-life-sf.com/">Still Life Clothing</a>, a shop in San Francisco that is going to sell some of our shirts. </div><br /><div>-okaybye-</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ok, I'm back from the coolest art supply store. Everything was as much as $6 cheaper than NY and I got a cool Critter Splitter for under $4. I got the orange monster below, he's awesome, but I'd really like the headband wearing, boombox toting duck in the back or the "kinda rare" yeti. You can mix and match their bodies and heads as shown in the other picture.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201482037904904322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SC9gWtblkII/AAAAAAAAAFg/lBxafHhTZbY/s400/crittersplitters4_LRG.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201482037904904338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YFnzOw9z_c4/SC9gWtblkJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e-Jq1wPqDbM/s400/crittersplitters3_LRG.jpg" width="319" border="0" /><br /><div>off the topic, I just changed my Facebook region from NYC to O.C. and was saddened to see the following after I hit "submit"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Orange County, CA<br />You have no friends in Orange County, CA.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:+0;"><em>thanks</em> facebook! You were adopted. There how does that feel? jerk. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:+0;">jerkface.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:+0;"><br />jerkfacebook.</span></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-37613601541793045962008-05-12T15:30:00.001-07:002008-05-12T15:48:40.682-07:00AHHHH I WANT THIS!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMb_QJHTfHovjXdcNsBYfgPAEyodVrWw4uWk8h3mKewiB7aXQIjbLU71xnLb9IfNkCwxVom6ExohUhbcDk4GE-6oIleJOqZpSZDIgq5vbsdSpUW8lKW40uagsCdwIBN-7CrzUBl97CEc/s1600-h/chewie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199622540404035650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMb_QJHTfHovjXdcNsBYfgPAEyodVrWw4uWk8h3mKewiB7aXQIjbLU71xnLb9IfNkCwxVom6ExohUhbcDk4GE-6oIleJOqZpSZDIgq5vbsdSpUW8lKW40uagsCdwIBN-7CrzUBl97CEc/s200/chewie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />AHHHHH, gimme gimme!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=11690139">Geek Central Station's Etsy Store</a><br /><br /><br /><br />I can't have it cuz:<br /><br />1. its SOLD<br />2. I don't have a job anymore so I don't have expendable income right now </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">p.s. to all you mutha's out there:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199626633507868754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIDYT0nVAkl9x6oDKr7ozoB0oWmfa1hu13sry0HJsQqwe83lc8Qr0r3OetIXRYK3eEuclqUZ52osD6xk80O8CNqVivpCI81lqrAs5Q1MFROpfFECWqraUtoWFUTYWJEJVFRWVukJCbn4/s200/mothers_day.jpg" width="234" border="0" /></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-46745418782922638062008-05-08T17:23:00.000-07:002008-05-11T10:55:29.923-07:00In the garage (I feel safe)I've finally found a way of getting photoshop to work and getting my pictures out of the camera without digging through my storage space for a cable. My etsy shop looks a little better now. <div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCcRrwcfa_F_BKtQBy180adhzjiGwk9z5E5JVPZ2QsnlVDqG0F7dv2-moLPwC2Gpoe-5-yhwcihA5QZFrQIzO4Y0LFGqOXQfwvIIbqfVAZUXNBIQqwk_i9WycPgJqc7rWKOhn2UWBZxs/s1600-h/tree10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198168716329516818" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="152" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCcRrwcfa_F_BKtQBy180adhzjiGwk9z5E5JVPZ2QsnlVDqG0F7dv2-moLPwC2Gpoe-5-yhwcihA5QZFrQIzO4Y0LFGqOXQfwvIIbqfVAZUXNBIQqwk_i9WycPgJqc7rWKOhn2UWBZxs/s200/tree10.jpg" width="147" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVcndPP28ItT0zkCCt64SlpKcABAljpTAXPHF2Bbes1aAt3ms-v2aJaRuJTrtCLNzmG7lxlqFP1s5vJj7-AZOZJggs2qObYnCmISkxBfPadTqH8cypw1yHpitz13Dytvj4pxud2Skdak/s1600-h/glennbrain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198168694854680322" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="155" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVcndPP28ItT0zkCCt64SlpKcABAljpTAXPHF2Bbes1aAt3ms-v2aJaRuJTrtCLNzmG7lxlqFP1s5vJj7-AZOZJggs2qObYnCmISkxBfPadTqH8cypw1yHpitz13Dytvj4pxud2Skdak/s200/glennbrain.jpg" width="151" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNYtecqice85ClNxQtJ7Fy7JA7Fabw_F-QHBIp9BT88x17hk9VZUPhq1pFEi6Wd4dMKxP7Bq30_Bnwa7CwfAOw6zRjHBhfX5ao7fkxaDG134bbHwf0ViiahkD_EuiuYaDKmWIlefbx8A/s1600-h/my+shop4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198169648337420098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNYtecqice85ClNxQtJ7Fy7JA7Fabw_F-QHBIp9BT88x17hk9VZUPhq1pFEi6Wd4dMKxP7Bq30_Bnwa7CwfAOw6zRjHBhfX5ao7fkxaDG134bbHwf0ViiahkD_EuiuYaDKmWIlefbx8A/s200/my+shop4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Don't I have a nice rack!? I got a clothing rack hanger and these black and red clothing racks from Ikea to store all my shirt stock, but after this weeks order from american apparel I bulked it out and then some. I could use at least one more rack setup like this. Here's my setup in the garage:</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />And in other news, I got a mediocre haircut for 10 bucks, quite a switch from my last haircut in Manhattan, where I paid $125.<br />let's compare:</div><div>$125:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMaKbGs1wZhP04sIcHfJg3UyxrgJ5PRN4Ja-VUSu-duAZQGsnzbHKCB8pI4NRKvF2R5uRoWSdQ3qoH-EXqYgC0BGfUyNm1PrE-ED4SMY-kZUbzgEGmPBMK0NZeIoUkzaw6d3rjIbeedAs/s1600-h/125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198176850997575538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMaKbGs1wZhP04sIcHfJg3UyxrgJ5PRN4Ja-VUSu-duAZQGsnzbHKCB8pI4NRKvF2R5uRoWSdQ3qoH-EXqYgC0BGfUyNm1PrE-ED4SMY-kZUbzgEGmPBMK0NZeIoUkzaw6d3rjIbeedAs/s200/125.jpg" width="115" border="0" /></a>and heres the new 10 dollar 'do: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJx295Rt_Z0r-K3SxrancPAabTKHqoyf75hxEayjXXZK6oUjVWVGQDvo7NcesiH4a719Gr2imuOwfI7O19LNc-l5bxsn_uW6nvsKwVq5e6W9ixyUPah_0qV0u4qz0b7g4ZvX24MEdQCg/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177452292996994" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="182" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJx295Rt_Z0r-K3SxrancPAabTKHqoyf75hxEayjXXZK6oUjVWVGQDvo7NcesiH4a719Gr2imuOwfI7O19LNc-l5bxsn_uW6nvsKwVq5e6W9ixyUPah_0qV0u4qz0b7g4ZvX24MEdQCg/s200/haircut.jpg" width="136" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>I guess you could say I got mugged in New York by a girl with scissors.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>What I really wanted to show off today is my first ever trade with etsy seller <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.customink.etsy.com">Custom Ink</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCJM9de4rE36BH3ircI1W3Vy2e5nVGHHIaEmfYazRNoyX5BkyhBbJ-5JVlm5bbATI9wLN6R_h_uziYCTVp6RaAD7dxb4uJ6OE4IPN8GZQenBxGYz7-m5Q2FST8nJP1MrHogs1KbBISLk/s1600-h/tape+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198174201002753890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCJM9de4rE36BH3ircI1W3Vy2e5nVGHHIaEmfYazRNoyX5BkyhBbJ-5JVlm5bbATI9wLN6R_h_uziYCTVp6RaAD7dxb4uJ6OE4IPN8GZQenBxGYz7-m5Q2FST8nJP1MrHogs1KbBISLk/s200/tape+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1Xj4H3NEChxrqpgycjSJ0U760Cb5xLAnDgHg_4OFjhoovZ3763fcgEovNCdoclwObrdJYZ4GZsHrJnGHiQo9LQqHX6tSGZUY-dyd1Lw6kW-nu8SRF2eZNhebItmgAoko8QRtLhMmJwg/s1600-h/tape+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179539647102866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1Xj4H3NEChxrqpgycjSJ0U760Cb5xLAnDgHg_4OFjhoovZ3763fcgEovNCdoclwObrdJYZ4GZsHrJnGHiQo9LQqHX6tSGZUY-dyd1Lw6kW-nu8SRF2eZNhebItmgAoko8QRtLhMmJwg/s200/tape+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>They're canvases painted to look like cassete tapes. I had mine custom made to say "Glenn and Chelbie". Here it sits cozily alongside my laptop, harmonica, and monitoring headphones, although I actually keep mine hanging on my bedroom wall. You should get one, they come in all different colors, or you can request a color and writing on it. Best of all, they're only $18 You can even get a tape deck canvas to go with your tape canvas.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Lastly, I saw Iron Man last Sunday, and after seeing it, I still feel like when I was 9 or 10 and the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles movie came out and I had to kick and punch everything I set my eyes on for months. Robert Downey, Jr. has become one of my new favorite actors. He has joined Pitt, Depp, Cusack, Michael Caine, Jason Lee and Christian Bale. </div><div>ok, I'm gonna now, its time to spaz out like a 10 year old.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-81368808209506991632008-05-03T08:39:00.000-07:002008-05-03T09:52:58.237-07:00(must I be) a Man in a suitcase<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6X1NOgG1pLSDtGZmYvFktVeq8ZWyY5LgW1yY-5sspZxe0bLGsUz29pkLmI-W1Pj-MXuCNxTrUczae2r5tSJckUsrF_XVcsa40P9AoKF0pu-FjXAgVISzQt1Alyq2ViOTbh1WQeaTBAmQ/s1600-h/rent+controlled.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6X1NOgG1pLSDtGZmYvFktVeq8ZWyY5LgW1yY-5sspZxe0bLGsUz29pkLmI-W1Pj-MXuCNxTrUczae2r5tSJckUsrF_XVcsa40P9AoKF0pu-FjXAgVISzQt1Alyq2ViOTbh1WQeaTBAmQ/s200/rent+controlled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196195602165674610" border="0" /></a><br />I have moved from Milwaukee, WI to Brooklyn, NY to Queens, NY to Orange County, CA in the span of little more than a year.<br /><br />I love travel but I'm sicking of storage spaces and boxes. I can't find my good microphones and I have a million USB cables, but I have no idea where my camera cable is, and stupid Fuji uses its own non-standard cable.<br />I took a bunch of pictures this morning of my shop set up, a red shirt we sell that needed a picture update (it looks orange online), and my desktop recording studio.<br /><br />I have finally finished a song! (I've only written one full song since moving to New York, I was home sick-otherwise I never would have had the time). It was hard to present to my wife because the lyrics were so honest, but she loved it. I'm putting together my first full length album slowly but surely, all I need to do is write more and finish recording some things I've been working on. I have around a hundred songs already written, but I want new ones. Whats odd is that I have a sound in mind, but all these other songs come out that are no where near the vein I want to represent. It happens all the time with me, I set out for a rock song and out comes a a latin samba, I wanted a moody digital piece, out comes a jazz standard. I can't seem to shed my roots (I was a straight ahead jazz saxophonist for most of my life).<br /><br />OK, enough slackin, I have shirts to make and songs to record.Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758149209686126370.post-26385292554524483772008-04-24T13:08:00.001-07:002008-04-24T19:07:52.910-07:00Victoria's Secret is the funniestBefore I begin, check out this picture my sister made for me on her blog, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5gh2n5yZwJ-_8KseQpvBc9pSxwIgAmBU3pFb9qQmM-hmUS4mqNa4YCkqGFrpI1_YBGKnHIkXQjW52e4Tu0GZzGtFkB6j2-4cWJCD_s-ZTTvOIpBfPFipWeGN4mMQeFf1OlipSZdMvzK0/s1600-h/img174.jpg">it's me barfing bubbles</a>. (hold ctrl+the minus sign to shrink it, its huge, then ctrl + to bring it back to size). So my wife is looking for new jobs, she used to be a fitter at a boutique in Manhattan's upper west side called The Bra Smyth. It's that "y " in the name that lets them charge and extra $50 for their bras (actually its the handmade stictching, fine lace, silk, and/or french/italian designed imports that almost make them worth every penny of $90-250).<br /><br />She was robbed at knife point in this store. A junky came in jittering and brandishing a long butcher knife, much like a meat cleaver with a long point. I'm sure theres a name for this knife, but sod off, I didn't go to culinary school. He walked to the counter where my wife stood alone and proceeded to bang the knife against the glass counter top and insist that this was not a joke. He walked around the counter and had the knife to her back and demanded all the money in the register, but she didn't have the keys. The manager, who was taking her lunch break in back, came forth nervously with the keys and he left with a whopping $300. It's the upper west side, "women be shoppin," but they use plastic, fool.<br /><br />He didn't get away with it for long, he tried a few more stores in the next couple weeks and was stupid enough to try one store twice in a week. He got rushed by the store manager and landed on his knife, and dashed out the door,bleeding, leaving behind his knife, wallet, and with it, his I.D. card. He is in jail for grand theft with a weapon.<br /><br />This is not the point of todays blog, but it is quite a story nonetheless, and is only one of the many hardships we endured living in New York City last year. NO, I want to talk about Victoria's Secret, quite a step down for my wife, but she applied there nonetheless. I often get dragged into the store with my wife and have try to stare ahead at nothing in particular while she tries things on in the no-man-zone. This is no small feat, even the maniquinns are hot. As a teen I used to joke that a funny thing to do would be to go into a VS and when an employee asks "can I help you today," you reply, "no thanks, I'm just here to feel up the mannequins."<br /><br />I think its funny, but Chelbie doesn't.<br /><br />She also didn't laugh when she showed me the new Memory Foam bra and I said "is that in case your boobs forget?" I am laughing at my own jokes right now. I can't help it, I even find it funny that she doesn't think it's funny. Sometimes the less funny she thinks I am, the more funny I think something is. Like yesterday when we passed a billboard of Celine Dion and I said she looks like a greyhound. She said I was mean, to which I replied that I thought mean was funny, mainly because I don't really mean it (Celine really does remind me of a greyhound, though). I have a snarky sense of humor, but I hate the word "snarky." It makes me think of snaggletooth and snorks for some reason. My friends and I used to say "that's so mean...but it's so funny."<br />Nowadays i'm forced to reckon whether I truly am mean, or a comedic genius. I think its not much of either, but I'm from the male species, albeit a very sensitive and thoughtful specimen compared to the average joe.<br /><br />She did laugh when I told her Victoria's Secret: they don't have any of the bras you like in your size.Spitting Imagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05243498534843310060noreply@blogger.com8