Sofa King

I was just reminded this morning of this SNL sketch. Childish. Silly. Hilarious. And above the bar that recent shows have lowered.

Ad for Egoista Magazine

Well done.

Thanks, Ad-Dict.com

Old? I'm not.

Oh Christ, yes I am.


Thanks, That Ain't Art

Not here! Not now! Not on my watch!

Man gives CPR to a bale of hay.

"Deputies think the man had been drinking. The report says he thought Tuesday was Halloween and he had two empty bottles of bourbon inside his home."

Thanks, Obscure Store

Not News at All

I don't care if this is staged or not, I think I love this woman.

Thanks, Mr. Best

Ah, the grand obsession of my youth: G.I. Joe.


Hours. Days. Weeks. When childhood boredom set in, my G.I. Joes were always there.

It's very possible that Kung Fu Grip excited me more than the moon landing. When life-like hair arrived, my brother and I would, in a far-too-prescient manner, rub the backs of their heads on the driveway until they had realistic-looking bald spots.

I had the Training Center, the ATV, the helicopter, all the good stuff. Man, I was happily spoiled.

I try to hold on to that childlike ability to let go, believe fully in the moment. To take joy out of pure imagination. It helps with both acting and writing. If only it were as easy now as it was then.

Thanks for your post, Mr. Best, and for bringing me back there for a minute.

Idiotic Brainwasher

When I was five, we moved to Ohio. I became best friends with Derek Davidson, the kid a couple houses down. For about 2 years we played together all the time. He was a very imaginative kid, later going on to be a child actor in Baltimore, I think. Then he and his family moved away and, even though we wrote letters back and forth for a while, we lost touch. Anyway, we came up with this long curse/insult name, that we used to chant to each other. Somehow, and I don't know how, I still remember it perfectly, 37 years later...

You idiotic brainwasher,
disconnected, fluoridected*,
overgrown dum-dum,
nicompoop, poopydoop,
dingbat magician, ding-a-ling.

I love some of these phrases. "Dingbat magician"? "Idiotic brainwasher"? Where did those come from? I loved being a kid, when your imagination was almost a palpable thing. I used to play with action figures all the time (or as my Dad called them, "dolls") and I could spend hours and hours living in this other world.

One of the saddest things I remember is when I started growing too old for them. I just lost interest and could no longer summon up the imaginary world. I'd try to keep playing with them, but the spark was gone. Evey few months I'd pull them out of the closet and try to make a go of it, but it just wouldn't work. Growing up sucks. That's why I decided to stop.

*Having something to do with Fluoride, I guess.

Subterranean Homesick Muse

Very cool tribute to Dylan's classic Subterranean Homesick Blues video.



Check out the choreography here.

Thanks, Spin.

How to be God

It's pretty easy, really. Just adopt a dog.



View the whole campaign here.

Thanks, Adhunt

This and the previous post were both big winners at the Cannes Lions 2007, an international advertising festival. The big one.

Your signature is more powerful than you think

Really powerful video for Amnesty International France.



Thanks, Houtlust

Random Flickr Day

Sometimes when I'm in desperate need of inspiration, Flickr becomes my destination. With just a simple search, I'm transported to other places and how other people view them. Splendid. Today's randomness:

The Cavern Club - pic
Wallaby - pic
Guinness - pic
Edwin Booth - pic
Jackson Square - pic

Two guys that we never think about reconcile.

I didn't even know there was a problem.

That's probably because I didn't care.

How Low Can You Go, Part 2

I snapped a camera phone shot of this Oregonian cover on the way to work this morning, and sent it out to friends. Jesus, when did this paper become friggin' FOX News?? That is a really pathetic excuse for journalism. This is why I live in Portland and subscribe to the New York TImes and not the Big O.

I searched their incredibly shitty website for a link to this story, but no luck. Their stories don't even have any images. Lame-O.

Thanks, Blogtown, PDX.

How Low Can He Go?

Loving it.... Gee, maybe you were wrong about that whole God-wants-me-to-be-President thing. Or, maybe he's just on another Job trip...

Filming Carrie II in Oregon?

Report: Thousands of pounds of pig blood spilled in southern Oregon. Yuck .

I should have been an engineer

There's no doubt that it would have paid better than advertising and been more stable. And if I had seen this video when I was in high school, that's just what may have happened.



Thanks, Adfreak

6 Flags, 10 toes

"The people on the ride just came and hit the ground," she said. "When I got up there, the lady she was just sitting there, and she didn't have no legs...." Barf.

UPDATE: "The girl's feet were completely amputated just below the ankle Thursday afternoon while riding the Superman Tower of Power at Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom in Louisville.

Her feet were recovered by Six Flags staff and were sent to the hospital with her, McLean said."

Fuck CNN , I'm trying to eat my motherfucking lunch over here!

The Best Five Seconds on the Internet

I highly suspect this will be on 1.4 million pages by tomorrow, but maybe we'll be in the first 5-7%.



Thanks, College Humor

Hey kids, let's put on a show...

Though the new Feist record hasn't really excited me (though I really dug Let It Die), I love the new video.

Dude, get your head out of the sand

Stop letting those "scientists" crap on real history.