For all you Fight Club fans… mischief, mayhem… pure comedy.
I’m sitting in Jittery Joe’s Coffeeshop downtown watching this little girl (whose parent’s are eating at Sullivan’s down the hall i’d guess) play chess… by herself. Adorable. I’d go play a game with her… but parents seem to not take kindly to random, goatee-ed men chatting it up with their 6 year olds.
This is getting out of control. The number of pervs who have visited my site because they’re trying to get their soft porn fix looking for pictures of Lindsay Lohan… now 6 and counting. Come on pervs… is she even legal? And they’re getting more specific… this time someone searched for “lohan in a car showing clevage.” Lohan on the street showing cleavage? No sir, not what i’m after… she’s got to be in a car showing cleavage. Got it? This is what i get for apparently misspelling the word “cleavage” in some post. I am now in referral hell.
I hate the internet sometimes.
To all you gents spending part of your life trying to get off to a picture of a 17 year old with a boob job… you need Jesus. And i’m being 100% serious.
…micah kandros design. he’s so good. for so many reasons.
1. i watched the great american cinematic classic better off dead, which he owns, at his casa last time i was in nashville. a young john cusack, some killer paper boys, and the famous racecar-driving, howard-cosell-talking ree brothers… you can’t go wrong. (except for the bad judgement call of the dancing fast food claymation scene… that was truly unforgivable, even for the 80’s)
2. he’s a great designer. (yep, that simple)
3. he takes pictures that capture great moments. like this one and this one. and so many more.
4. the fact that he and barnes have inhabited the same living space is frighteningly hysterical.
5. the site redesign is so sexy (yep, sexy… no regrets for saying it) that it makes me giddy.
I can’t seem to escape the red, white, and blue lately. We’ll chalk it up to latent design patriotism. (Or just blame Ryan.)
Between Monday and Tuesday, i’ve worked 29 hours this week already. What? Last night, there was a nice little drop-in birthday shindig for Suzanne. A wonderful change of pace for my workaholic-ness. Fun times were had by all… and it was extremely entertaining to watch Shay’s kids pillow fighting for a good twenty minutes. Ken had the new YouWorkForThem dvd Enter the Dragon… silly name, great motion graphic work. Somehow, in the midst of watching said dvd, we (and by “we” i mean “i”) started talking about how cool it would be if your last name was “Karate.” So… the inevitable snowball conversation ensued… and now i have an alter ego.
Josh Karate: Jetsetting Millionaire Ninja™.
Of course, i present to you the first in an extremely limited-edition line of widely-available Josh Karate™ Desktop Wallpapers. I hope against all hope that your co-workers will laugh when they see this gracing your computer… or at least ask you what it means. And since i don’t even really grasp the greatness that is Josh Karate: Jetsetting Millionaire Ninja™… neither do you. This only adds to the humor factor.
Enjoy.
There’s nothing quite like a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch at 4:00am. It’s amazing. CTC, as they call it in the biz, was approximately 67% responsible for helping me to endure my freshman and sophmore years of college, as the cafeteria in my dorm was only able to produce food that could be categorized as tasting like varying degrees of Bland, Gross, Parched Chicken, Grill, or some amalgam of those options. Up until college, i’d never partaken of what I referred to as “sugary cereals” and what you may know as simply “cereal.”
We weren’t tree huggers by any means, but my childhood pantry was full of such classics as Cheerios, Raisin Brand, Kix, and, less notably to a child, Total, Product 19, Special K, and Shredded Wheat. The Blankenship family loved its health. Hippies.
Thus, like any adolescent sheltered from the world’s temptations, my first college solo trip to the grocery store was the epitome of teenage wasteland. It was like I had dated a homely, boring, unremarkable girl for years and, while I had seen the benefit of such a relationship due to my desire for female companionship, no one had told me that there were also beautiful women who painted and played music and loved thrift stores and foreign films and red meat and still smelled nice (hypothetically… there are women like this… right?) Row after row of sugary goodness… Cookie Crisp, Lucky Charms, Golden Grahams, and the aforementioned CTC all made it into my cart (alongside college classics like brownie mix and cheap microwave pizzas) and I felt sinful and shamed for my actions, yet strangely drawn into them with no hope of staying the need for sucrose satisfaction. My love affair with cereal continues unabated even now.
Favorite cereals… comment section. Go.
An awesome little Polaroid Project. What a great concept… i think i’ll be ripping it off the next time i go on a trip anywhere scenic.
So… i got a Gmail account. I’m not sure what all the fuss is about… other than brilliant marketing. Leave it up to Google to create a huge demand for a free product. (Seriously… people are selling invites on Ebay. When you make a free product and create a demand like that… somebody in the marketing dept. better be getting a pat on the back.) I suppose it all goes back to the elementary school fears of getting picked last for the team… who wants to be the last one picked? Sure… it doesn’t really matter… but it does.
The show last night went well. Many thanks to the multitude of locals who showed up to support… always a pleasure to be your entertainment (code word for “background music”) for an evening in the city. Also, McD backed over his guitar yesterday afternoon prior to the show. You know… bring your gear out to your vehicle, realize you forgot something, go back in the house, walk out… start the car… hit reverse… …curse yourself for being born. Poor Leo Kottke. He’s got a not-so-nice five inch crack along the side now. The most humorous part of the entire situation? I’ve done this before as well. In college… i backed over two guitars at the same time. We are officially both idiots. We need stupid insurance. At least we brought the mid-tempo folk rock last night. We’ve seen a million faces… and we’ve rocked them all.
Tonight… my “surprise” party.