Monday, August 3, 2009

Spitters

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One thing I will never understand is spitting, constant and unfettered, on our city streets. What is the point? Is the surfeit of saliva in one's mouth too cumbersome to swallow? Has it been tainted? Must it be ejected?
Perhaps it is an image thing. For instance, the guy who chews on toothpicks or matchsticks has airs of confidence. Do spitters think they put on airs of toughness? They don't. I just looks pointless, like a nervous tic such as fingernail biting. Spitters tend to be repeat offenders. One they start spitting, there seems to be no going back. Spit must be swallowed—period. It does not taste bad or is bad for you. In fact it is a tasty treat to line the throat.
Swallowing spit is an act of recycling. Spitters need more water and thus deplete our delicate natural resources. They must be stopped and forced to wear badges like the Jews did during the War, so we know who they are. We will take their spitoons away and force them to eat dry things all the time to sop up the moisture in their mouths.
Our streets will be clean once and for all. Thanks.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My Hot Dog design style debut

Awhile back I got a gig to design a hot dog stand in S.F. Check out the results!

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Check out their website (not my design):
http://www.zogs-dogs.com/menu.php

More Owls

This is maybe the most insane creature ever.
Check this out. CGI-free. See it at 1:46

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Talk about insecurity. Unbeleivable.

"The dread of homosexuality is so all-encompassing that many Jamaican men refuse to get digital rectal examinations for prostate cancer, even those whose disease is advanced, said Dr. Trevor Tulloch of St. Andrews Hospital."

There's a comedy sketch in this.

Full article here

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A band I'd would've liked to put in my must-put-in-bucket-list-but-it's-too-late-list

The Nation of Ulysses



They strangely had zero melody in the guitars; they sounded like a duo of wailing twangers, engaging in 'the ancient art of weaving' quite badly. But on record it sounds like melody is in there somehow. In lieu of this are there ghosts of melody? I dunno, maybe it's just the rhythm shifts working in tandem with Ian Svonius' charisma that made this band really work.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Spate of Death

Jesus. So many who have fallen this past two or three weeks. May they all find peace on the other side. I tip my 40 for them all, regardless of how much or little I thought of them as they were living.

Fawcett
May
Snow
Cronkite
Jackson
McMahan
Shulman
Carradine

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Miracle Mile (1989)

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I've known about this film since the mid-90s, when it would play fairly often on cable. I've always loved it. It is the scariest movie about nuclear war ever made. While it was low-budget and faulty in many ways, the suspense in the film is very effective because you are not sure until the end of the film if what the protaganist (played by Revenge of the Nerd Anthony Edwards) is seeing is actually a dream or not.

The film, centered on the neigborhood bearing the movie's name, starts with the main character picking up a ringing public phone in front of Johnnie's Cafe at Fairfax and Wilshire. He hears someone frantically warning on the other end of the line that a nuclear wad is heading for Los Angeles. Even while not being sure if the call was hoax or not, what happens next is the character's struggle to get out of the city without leaving behind his not very good-looking love-at-first-sight girlfriend, played by Mare Winningham. The chaos that ensues in Los Angeles when the word gets out is nothing short of delicious and riveting. Stick around the for the shocking ending.

It's streaming on Netflix if you wanna see for yourself....