Secret Still

I carved a pumpkin and on a larf sent the photo of it into Crailtap. Lo and behold they put that shit up. It’s in the daily randoms. I never realized how boring my name is. That’s a damn boring name. Plus it doesn’t suit me.

I listened to a very intelligent cognitive scientist on the radio last night. He explained why it’s so easy for conservative republicans to shape legislation and national climate on an issue. Apparently it’s because they talk and we listen. That’s about as simple as it can be put. Then I went to the Alternative Radio website, the folks who did the program, to look the scientist up. Turns out The Girl’s sister is studying under him. Small intellectual world. You can get to know his work here. And yes he has his own wiki.

Yesterday I bought the family sized box of cookie mix for $5. It makes 9 dozen cookies. Yeah, that’s right, 9 dozen. I’m going to make 3 dozen and put peanut butter hershey’s kisses in the middle and give them out as Halloween treats to the becostumed youth. Do you think that parents will let their kids eat something not pre-packaged? No, really, I’d like to hear your thoughts.

In case any of you were wondering what I want for Christmas I’m going to be making a links list once I get it compiled. If anyone actually buys me anything I will be pissed, because I don’t have enough money to buy gifts this year. I’m going to try to make paintings for everyone. We’ll see.

First on my Christmas list, once it’s done, will be this little guy who comes from the new hotspot for underground street fashion, Kazbah. It’s really just a subsection of the Karmaloop site.

Rainy Days are here again.

It’s well out of my price range but damn is this stuff sleek.

In case I haven’t told any of you lately: Frankenstyles aka Stephen Keller is the greatest.

Anyone who has designed for ZooYork is pretty high in my esteem by default. Nish proves that he belongs there.

Nice site design. Nice design work. Nice.

Girl’s Costume Warehouse!

Sights for sore minds. You might really be interested in this one.

Ever wondered what you learned in Biology? It was this. In case you get through the whole thing without understanding what’s going on: healing, it’s one of the first steps of healing.

I’ve got to go watch Adult Swim now. Because work is the best part of my day.

University-wide holiday doesn’t apply to the library. Our only patrons all day have been homeless dudes. They could honestly be just as entertained by dangling a string in front of them for two hours. I slept for an hour or so. Glad I showed up today.

Do you know who won the Nobel Peace Prize this year? Muhammad Yunus, but do you know why?

It could just as easily have been this dog if there were a popular vote.

Skidboot is just as good a name as Shovel Head.

But neither are as good as Marcel Dzama. Ever heard of him?

Jason Sho Green has, and he just put up a ton of new artwork. Artwork that he wants to give up for illustration.

Illustration in the cartoon sense, not like Airgroom.

But both could probably find something to do for illegal-art.

Which hosts some artists that will attend the upcoming and rare Usugrow show.

Where fine artists and street kids alike will meet and talk about art, culture, and new fashions.

This guy will probably be in attendance.

He’ll be needing a place to roost for the night.

T-minus 54 minutes and counting.

Our Quote of the Day happened a few minutes ago just before my boss walked in. I talk loudly.

“Well, you should’ve told her you had some coke and then she would’ve stayed in your bed” - ME, about Jam’s drunk bitch.

I’ve been sick in case any of you were wondering why nothing has been happening here. For some reason when solid lumps of yellow phlegm are bombarding my tongue because my sinuses are overflowing I just don’t want to update. Weird, I know. Now that I’m onto the annoying cough stage and back at work I will grace you with new crap.

Right now I’m looking at a Target zine, the kind they hand out to college freshmen to dupe them into thinking there’s more to Target than selling you throw pillows. In the back there are 10 essential CD’s that you should buy (at Target of course). And it’s a good list, or at least better than you would expect from something like this crappy sales-handout. I won’t tell you what’s on it, because then I feel like I’m working for Target for free, which I guess I am since I linked to their homepage. I don’t really mind so much. They work with good designers at least. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that those designers listen to good music. Touche, Target.

And speaking of the big red bulls-eye, The Girl got me a onesie with glow-in-the-dark stars on it. I tried it on but something about wearing child’s pajamas while cuddling with my girlfriend made me seriously creeped out. I felt like I was part of some new fetish. Plus it’s hard to feel manly and sexy in XL kid’s PJ’s. I feel sorry for whatever hideously large 12-year-old that gets his overly-coddled existence pushed even further away from any hope of being normal by a mother who would buy him those things. That sad, fat, ice cream covered, bastard.

While my snot-addled life copes with maintenance tearing out all the pipes in the ceiling, you can all enjoy these various tidbits and I will get happiness vicariously from you.

After a not-too-long wait there is another issue of Ruby Mag out. It looks to be a real “gem.”

That was possibly the best pun I’ve ever made. No lie.

If you haven’t yet experience Flavorpill then you are probably only living a half life.

And what has The Flav shown me, you might ask? Why, Ingi Erlingsson of course!

If you’re a fan of found object art and robots then you are pretty much guaranteed to love The Slobots.

It may be run by a pack of dirty hippies, but Commune still makes some damn fine t-shirts. Give them your patronage if you have the cash and the inclination.

Do you speak German? Neither do I. I still found my way around Markus Hofer’s site. Fucking brilliant.

If you ever wonder about the overindulgence that seems so normal to Americans but borderline masochistic to other countries then read this article at Design Observer.

A bunch of artists got together and created things out of Deadly Squire fabrics. There is a Flickr Set taken by Design*Sponge.

I swear to Allah, James Jean just gets better all the time. Check out the new illustrations.

And finally, something I hope you will all get the biggest pants-kick out of: The First 4 Minutes of Borat.

I’ll leave you with a verbal description of what met my eyes this morning as I entered my room: a fat guy sucking his thumb, asleep in my bed. This is why it’s best not to spend the night elsewhere when your roommates buy a bottle of Evan Williams for the night. And people wonder where my aggression comes from.

Ok. So I might have spoken too soon. I’m sorry, Internets.

If you can believe it, these are made of gum.

Kozyndan have a new panoramic up on their site.

Feed Me Cool Shit.

It’s like a Ward’s catalog come to life. Jill, I’m looking in your direction.

have I told you about Christopher Lee? It’s getting hard to remember how much you people know. I worry that you’re becoming a liablility. Well, we have ways of dealing with that. Gun-ways.

Made For You, everyday.

McFly!!!

Because the Jews didn’t have enough to worry about, now our clocks are damning us.

Some or most of you might find this an astounding admission considering that I am an adult and have to be at work everyday at 8am, but I don’t drink coffee. In fact I rarely intake any caffeine at all during my daily routine. Shocked? Jealous? Apathetic? Of course you are.

It’s true though. I wake up each morning at 7:15ish, 8:00 on the weekends (I just can’t sleep past then), and get up with very little struggle. I don’t drink coffee at any point, nor do I shower in the morning. No, I am just awake. Oftentimes I think that most of my co-workers avoid me for this reason, just like most people don’t call me to party anymore since I stopped drinking. I’m not judging anyone for drinking, or for needing coffee to wake up; hell, The Girl needs two cups just to breathe a lot of the time. I don’t.

I tried to drink coffee for a little while, because all my friends were doing it, but that scene really wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to struggle with the Colombian on my back in the mornings. Plus I am poor, and coffee just keeps on getting more expensive. I quit drinking for much the same reasons. So here I sit, friendless and awake in a world of barely functioning adults gripping steaming paper cups like they were Holy Grails filled with the actual blood of Yeshua himself.

But I only have to pee twice a day.

And my stomach is calm all the time.

And my heartbeat is slow and steady eventhough I have arrhythmia.

The only problem being that at 11:30pm my body is going to sleep whether I want it to or not. I have reached the end of the consciousness almost as suddenly as a narcoleptic.

It works out considering no one is calling to party anymore. Or maybe they are and I just don’t hear the phone ring.

Why on Earth am I telling you all this? Because there isn’t much going on in the internets today and plus I had a cup of tea for breakfast this morning. Engslish Breakfast Tea to be exact.

And I just don’t see what all the caffeine fuss is about. I’m not judging any of you guys though. Goddamn junkies.

My head is starting to hurt from lack of sun, but it’s been sunny outside for at least 4 or 5 hours now. That’s why they call it work, because it’s killing you.

Some of the things I give you today will be amazing, some will be interesting, and some will make you want to shoot yourself in the face. Just a word of warning to those of you who are already suicidal.

It took me a while but I think the art of PetitePoupee is starting to grow on me. You can see it here and here. French is obviously the language of weird.

I wouldn’t mind the river of excrement if I was oarless in this canoe. I’d haVe nice things anyway.

Come to ATL. Go to Wish.

It might be a little ghetto for most people to understand, but there is a three part video-interview with Brian Wenning and Ian Reid at the Thrasher site.

WARNING! If you are using dial-up do not click the following link. If you are afraid of Japanese text do not click the following link. If you want to see something crazy and amazing then let it ride, my friend. Wild

Hey everyone! Beck has a new album that isn’t very different or better than his other albums over the last few years! The website, on the other hand, is ballin’.

Learn the intricacies of Stephen Colbert. He’s deaf in one ear!

Here’s the part where you blow your face off.

I could really go for some s’mores tonight. Fuckin’-A.

Something about October makes me want to eat pumpkin. I think it’s my body’s natural reaction to being excited about Fall and that correlation with Fall and pumpkins. So far there has been pumpkin bread and pumpkin cookies which, since I made them, were more like pumpkin scones. There is talk of pumpkin cheescake with a bourbon sauce. There is also talk of me eating the hell out of that. I was the one talking about that.

Seriously I can’t bake at all. I can cook like a demon, but everything I bake comes out as a scone. I should just try to make scones and see what happens.

Oh, wait, brownies. I can make brownies. Usually only with pot in them though. Hey, Jason and Jeremiah, do we have any extra weed?

It’s here! It’s finally here. And it’s well worth the wait.

If you’ve ever wanted to know what it is that I really love about street art you can discern it here.

Get your fix. If you haven’t seen Frisky Dingo you should definitely watch it. “Don’t say David Arquette to me.”

If you grew up reading comic books like everyone else who has mastered the internet you can now relive some of that greatness with Cover Browser. Nostalgia warning. I can’t believe they have Savage Dragon on there.

Antony Micallef for your eye-pleaure. It’s all about the eye-pleasure.

I have been trying to win a contest over at Crailtap wherein you design their Manchester Shoe for a movie. Here are my entires that haven’t yet won:

I contemplated having you all e-mail them and exclaiming about how my shoes should win, but that seems kind of underhanded. They’re adults; they can decide for themselves. They should realize however that my shoes are fucking rad.

Skateboards and rain don’t mix. Fight the rain.

Tomorrow at 7:46am the population of the United States will reach 300 million people. Way to go, America, keep up the good insemination!

I’d like to publicly congratulate Jason Herbel on his successful nollie varialflip up the Boyd bank. I myself can ride up and turn around and come back down, usually without hurting myself. Way to go, Jason, keep up the good insemination.

I brought my lunch to work today in the opaque black plastic bag from the liquor store. Yeah, that’s just how I roll.

Curious? There’s a shop for you.

I normally don’t truck with having fish as pretty much every one I’ve ever had has gotten Ick (real name of disease) and gone to swim in the giant heavenly sewer (real name of fish heaven), but this makes me reconsider being an ichthyophile (real name of dufuses).

The radical works of Shawn “AKO” Whisenant.

Damn fine design work from Adhemas Batista. Damn fine name too.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?”
“Nothing much, just hanging out, washing some dishes with Bill Murray, maybe having a few people over.”

Of all the sites that I find interesting, pointless, and beautiful, Odd Watches might have just stolen first prize.

Like Sales?! Like Beautiful Decay Magazine?! Beautiful Decay Magazine is having a sale!

Dove becomes surprisingly insightful.

I couldn’t figure out how to accurately fit everything from this metafilter post on here. They did a great job so I just linked it up. For more information on Time Lapse go outside and stare at something for any amount of time. Time Lapse!!

My favorite artist that should be your favorite artist, Jeff Soto has a blog that he updates semi-often. He also has a store. Give him your money.

Vaya con He-man, muchachos.