Saturday, November 26, 2011

I Choose Smirnoff

Kinduv a played out Drug/Alcohol ed. concept but this Smirnoff campaign was just too hard to ignore.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Recovery gifts

Stumbled on great recovery gift site. Should I get this as a bumper-sticker of T-shirt for my bro? Maybe I'll just get both!

JK, my bro isn't a recovering addict. I meant my sister! Ha ha. Another jokles, Ameles.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Realest song of all time?


I'm searching for riches I've had all the time,
finding out happiness is just a state of mind.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Tex Watson

If you're serious about reforming your image and being granted parole (which will never happen), why not change the picture on your website? It's the same crazed pic that accompanies every article I've ever read about the Tate/Labianca murders.

Friday, November 18, 2011

My wife I have different sleep patterns


Once I hit the pillow, I'm out. She has a harder time winding down and turning her brain off. She also wants to talk once we put Claudia down but I'm usually too tired. This results in some hilarious exchanges. Like the other night as I'm just about to fall asleep:

Vicky: I hate Jerry Sandusky.

me (groggily awaking): I know--he sucks (understatement of the century but that's all I was good for at that moment).

Vicky: You know what the biggest dream of my life is?

me: What?

Vicky: To own a piano.

me: asleep snoring.

Vicky: You didn't hear what I just said, did you? You never listen to me!

me: No, I heard you.

Vicky: then tell me what my dream is.

me: now, between me saying "what?" and her saying "to own..." I had fallen asleep so I take a stab and say "to own a bike?"

Vicky: I knew you didn't listen to me--you don't care about me and you don't love me anymore!

Looking back we both laughed at the conversation. Hilarious to think that a grown woman's dream would be to own a bike.

note on photo: I was impressed by this commuter check banner. Surprisingly avant-garde.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Gym jams

Started hitting the gymskie again and I wanted to provide a smoldering smorgasbörd of selections from my playlists. These songs have delivered timely dopamine uploads during my workouts and will fuel my rise back to the gladiatorial ranks.

This first number is from a Germanic fellow who goes by the stagename of Boys Noize. His real name is Alexander Ridha and he started playing drums at a young age. His percussive skills are apparent in this song as his drumming keeps the song moving briskly--especially at like 3:25--listen now!This song has corny germanic techno elements but the drums really knock on this one--especially if you listen to it really loud. Love the name of the song: Cops in the 80s. Makes me think of Running Scared with Gregory Hines and Billy Crystal or CHIPs like the guy who posted this video. Or Banana Fish. That's for all my VIZ niggas!

I discovered that song above after landing on TakeSomeCrimes's Youtube channel. His style is a bit fruity but he's a great dancer. He plays hot club jams in the basement of his parents' house and gets down. This dance isn't his greatest--especially at 1:01--the music called for a way bigger dance explosion. Anyhow, check it:Switching gears, have a listen to this dreampop stunner "Pounding" by the Doves. This song has the odd ability to put you in a ruminative trance and pump you up at the same time:I don't much go for Christina Aguilera's new stuff but this song has always been hot in my opinion. Lyrics are ree-dick (you're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way, but that don't mean I'm gonna give it away) but it always gets me 2 hype--especially towards the end when she says come and set me free baby. Check it:
Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up so much the engineer caught a motherfucking tan. From Ludacris's "MVP":

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Scott Pelley

Always thought he was a handsome guy but isn't he starting to resemble a heroin-ravaged Chet Baker?

Friday, November 11, 2011

Back from Orlando

Was working the floor at a convention center talking to doctors all day. One thing was confirmed: I'm not a natural salesman. I was demonstrating a product and I said to the customer: Unfortunately, we're not making any more of this product. It's a shame, because it's a great product. So if you're interested, you should buy it now. At this point, I have him ready to purchase but then I say, then again there's probably a bunch left in the warehouse; I mean they're not exactly selling like hotcakes, that's why we're phasing it out. So you can probably wait. He says, too much information! Gosh I hope my boss doesn't read this.

Another point of interest is that I was called a ginger twice by two younger, female coworkers. Reason I describe them as young and female is because I wanted to emphasize how cuckolded I felt. To be called a ginger is to be called sexually undesirable. Redheaded sperm doners are turned down when trying to sell their sperm. Nobody wants a redheaded child! I was talking with someone the other day whose husband works in marketing and they were doing a campaign for a UK-based company and his contact there told him to never uses gingers models in their campaign!

Anyhow, never been called a ginger and it pissed me off, so I say hey, that's a pejorative, that's not nice! She says, well, it is a pejorative, but it's a pejorative of endearment. You know like how young black men call each other nigga? I thought that was good comeback so I didn't pursue if further. But she's not a redhead so her metaphor doesn't really hold any water.

Another note: at Orlando International, I bought a breakfast sandwich, an empanada (for lunch on the plane), and a bottle of water. Guess how much it was? Only 9.25! For an airport that's the steal of the century.

On air travel: tiered boarding has gotten out of control. They were boarding one and then three rows at a time! And before that they would call the parents with small children, first class passengers, star alliance passengers, business class passengers, military or family of military, and then calling out individual rows which thankfully grew to three rows.

Another funny thing: my small department, all five of us, went to Jimmy Buffet's Magaritaville for dinner at our Universal Studios outing. I go to the bathroom and notice a trough right as I enter. So I start peeing and then realize something seemed off. There was a huge mirror facing me, there was soap, there were lights shining down on the trough, and there were faucets attached to the ceramic basin. I was peeing in the sink! Here's a photo of the sink: And no, I wasn't drunk, but I had never seen a restaurant bathroom with a sink in the form of a trough, so I figured it was what it looked like. Luckily no one was in there. As I walked back to the table I debated whether I should share the story with my coworkers. I'm thinking it was a good thing I didn't.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

New word for saying something is bad-ass?

I'm thinking I'll start using the Brit term "Tops," or resurrecting the superlative "Tits" (favored term of the ZZ Top frontman), or co-opting the brand name of Safeway's line of premium deli meats "Primo Taglio." Which do you think makes me seem more indie or cooler if I were to use it consistently?