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Don’t have enough TV to watch in pissed off silence with your family? Thank Allah I’m here for you.
101 Classic Christmas Videos. There is even some Hannuakah stuff thrown in there. A smidgen.
50 Greatest Cartoons. Non-holiday related, but fucking fantastic. I love cartoons almost as much as I love cake.
I like that I can spell Hannukah any way that I want to and it’s still right.
Speaking of the holidays, I was talking with C-money yesterday about how I was very angry with Christmas this year. How it feels like everyone everywhere is celebrating Christmas and since I’m not I’m doing something wrong. He didn’t understand what I was trying to say and it’s because I was trying to convey the wrong thing. I don’t feel like I’m wrong for not be a Christian celebrating Christmas, I feel invalid. I feel like I don’t matter at all to this country because I’m not Christian. What do I mean though? Sad as it is to say it mostly boils down to the media and marketing. I feel invalid because no one is trying to sell me anything with clever shows and ad tie-ins, or Hannukah special sales, or anything like that. In the Holiday parade here in Athens every float, even the city government floats, had some mention of Jesus as the light of the world etc. Even solid waste management had banners about Christ the Lord. I heard float-riders shout Merry Christmas about a hundred times, and there were even some Happy Kwanzas in there. No one at all said anything about Hannukah. That was the first point where it started to get under my skin a little. And I realize that I live in The South, which isn’t widely known for it’s large population of jews, but that just magnifies the problem rather than allaying any of my feelings. I feel invalid in the society in which I live because I’m not a Christian. And what’s worse is that the media perpetuates this by only selling to Christians, which makes it seem like there are pretty much only Christians in the country. Our leaders are shaped by the media as much as we are, and so you have a media-drenched society that is being given the false idea that “we’re all just a bunch of happy Christians here”, causing the other religions to be ignored out of hand. I’m sorry we’re not a good enough market, America, and I’m sorry that in some twisted way that gets to me, but mostly I think what I am really feeling is disgusted and tired of everything that we have become. God Bless America, my home sweet home.
I’ve got a tone of links to shove down your gullets today, and hopefully some of them will help you get through the holidays with a little less of a vacant stare. We’ll be changing format in ‘07. Nothing huge, but I just wanted to warn you in case you’re autistic and that sort of thing makes you start screaming uncontrollably and butting your head against the wall. Insulted…..Autistic….People. Check. Let’s burn this motherfucker down.
You know what I was saying about Christianity? Well, I would convert if all this was real.
When you get bored and your family won’t leave you alone about what you’re doing with your life and how it’s buying you a corner lot in hell, why not call on one of many Gods. Many.
Possibly the most kickass kitchen I have ever witnessed. And yes I realize how gay that sounds. Found via CubeMe which is possibly even more kickass. I have to wait and see what the test results tell me.
Why did no one tell me about this?! Samuel L. Jackson is the new Christopher Walken. Christopher Walken is the new black.
I don’t know if you know this or not, but Adam Cruickshank knows how to design some shit.
New from Adobe: Kuler. It sounds rad, and I would love to tell you more about it, but my computer doesn’t have the latest flash player and I don’t have admin access. Eat a dick, tech support.
Killer designer, Psyop, has skills to make your mouth water.
Oh, Wow. I mean…wow.
And almost as cool, Hello, World!. See how it’s done here.
I leave you with a special internet gift. I present to you Kiana in all her glory. It’s great what you come across on the interwebs some days.
I’m thinking about hooking up a Flickr account. Should I do it. I like their lightbox web apps. It would make it a lot easier to put pictures up for your visual enjoyment. We’ll see once things start back up.
I leave tomorrow for the long journey to Lousiana where I will have no internet access. But don’t worry I’ll be keeping a notebook so you won’t have to miss a minute of the delightfully off-color and wholly racist statements my family will make. Plus, new on this visit: All My Tattoos! It’s gonna be a great show.
What do the Raelians celebrate at this time of year? Well Happy Whateverthatis, America, from me and the Raelians.
I’ve been working on designing everyone’s Christmas presents for this year, and I’ll continue doing so for the rest of the week. If I can manage to do one a day I think that’s a pretty good average. You’ll all have to be patient with me since I’m creating some real one-of-a-kind shit for your various domiciles. Plus there’s cookies to bake. Everyone should get their presents before the year is out, but if you don’t then don’t think I’ve forgotten you. Although I probably have. I don’t know how much time I’ll have to blog this week due to said present creation and packing for the long trip to Louisiana for the holidays. Today’s links, however, should make up for any lack of writing that goes on here. The first one anyway.
In other news: Hannukah started Friday at sundown. Me and my dog are the only ones I know that this applies to. My dog is supposed to have the same religion as me, right? Just like he has my last name. Only it’s the Mexican version because he is a Mexican. Sanchez Martinez.
Right, enough of that.
Saturday Night Live is a bigger budget version of Mad TV these days, but occasionally they come up with a fucking gem of a sketch.
This guy apparently had some epiphany while looking at a puddle of water. And thus was spit art created.
And lastly (I told you I didn’t have much time), an archive of an amazing weekly illustration battle calling itself Drawer Geeks.
I need to go buy glue and a box cutter and cookie mix. I’m gonna rock your Christmas minds.
It’s unseasonably warm again, just like every year, which makes me wonder if calling it unseasonably warm isn’t just a little ridiculous. If it is I’m fine with it.
I’m going to start learning how to design in Flash soon, and with my newly honed web skillz I will redesign the internet in ways that future generations will ignore entirely because they will be reliving the style of the 1980’s for the fourth time. Isn’t it about time we created a new style and quit rehashing the ones from the latter part of the 20th century over and over? I mean, we don’t have to go crazy like in the 90’s, but a little innovation wouldn’t kill us. I for one see an all flannel trend. Plaid condoms even. My genius knows no bounds.
All the links are art related today, and I have to hurry up with them because there still might be donuts left over from the staff party. Staff party sounds dirty. I just noticed. Better than a staph party, though.
The first three links are from Juxtapoz. They’re photos from openings, but all the art is fanfuckingtastic.
Link 1 is from the NeighborWOOD show. I love artist painted toys. That shit gets me off.
Link 2 are photos of The New Scenery show. Also wicked awesome. Also caused spontaneous ejaculation.
Link 3 are photos of Art Basel Miami taken by Chris Ryniak. There more about the awe of that many great artists displaying their work all in one place. I would probably have killed all of you and used your bodies as a giant raft to get there if I could’ve. Next year.
And speaking of the Art Basel, Art Info has everything you want to know or see about it. Everything.
For those of you who have never heard of the Superflat movement, you are not alone. In fact you and I can sit in the back of the room together and draw stick figure battles because I’ve never heard of it either. But apparently it’s pretty incredible.
Inquiringmind is back and better than everyone else. They’re Canadian, but we all have our problems.
And lastly I leave you with another time consuming top “some-number” music videos of 2006. This one comes to us from the Buddy Holly glasses wearing elitists at Pitchfork. Most of the videos are mediocre at best except for this one that I saw a long time ago and totally forgot about but still get turned on by. Verbal ninjitsu there.
Drinking of you,
Dogboy
Think about it this way, replace every reference to dark matter with the term consciousness. Define consciousness as microparticles that are data. They don’t carry data, because that would make them separate from it, but rather they are data. Data itself depending on what kind of data it is, what it’s purpose is, what information it is, combines with other data to make up the elementary particles of the universe. Heisenberg? Well, consciousness would effect consciousness after all. Quantum entanglement? Of course consciousness would be faster than light, it doesn’t have to go anywhere to be there already. Signals between quanta would be instantaneous. Consciousness has force, otherwise it wouldn’t move so much everyday. Think about it.
I really never got any farther than this today. I’ve mostly been reading design books at the front desk.
Ok. I’ll be taking questions now.
Quote of the Day:
Did you know Doogie is gay? - The Girl, random text message.
Daddy’s learning PHP today. Why don’t you kids go to a movie or something. Might I suggest this fine film.
We got a Christmas tree this weekend so that I might laugh in the face of my Judaism. Ha Ha. It’s a ghetto little guy, but it has heart. I would promise to post pictures of it but we all know that I never post pictures of anything. Maybe you’ll get pictures of everything I’ve ever promised to post here as a Christmas present, Interweb. Maybe you’ll get coal. Only one man can decide that fate.
I have a veritable stew of links today slopping together, overlapping each other, and making an altogether tasty repast. Grab your knife and lets fork.
A lot of the sites around the world are doing gift guides and so several of the items that I post are things that I would want for Christmas if I wasn’t already trying to get rid of all my crap. Gift suggestions for a different, unencumbered me will be marked with an asterisk for the viewers at home.
An Italian jewelry makers has taken a new spin on some old classics. Check out the ToyMe catalog*
Everything rolled into one site, Crown Dozen has interviewed Camille Rose Garcia, who is very nice all things considered.
They also came out with a helluva gift guide.
And in other interviews, The Little Chimp Society interviews Jon Burgerman, master of doodles.
Rather than try to keep up with them I am just going to tell you that Josh Spear has a trillion different postings about the last few days in Miami where the Art Basel festival was taking place.
One of them is about Paula Hayes* and her hand-blown terrariums. Shit is sweet fa’real, girl.
Mr. Delicious, you’ll probably appreciate this as much as me considering our comic books background. And your love of The Peanuts, of course.
Speaking of The Peanuts. It’s time for The Charlie Brown Christmas again. This time with a twist.
Classic design in all it’s deady glory*
And to keep my throat warm in the deep colds of the arcade: Bits2Die4*
Again with the Italians.
Because walls have a tendency to bore the crap out of me I think things like this are always a great idea.
I just realized that almost everything I’ve posted today is priced in Euros. What the fuck, America? We can’t come up with anything cool anymore? Or have we adopted that damn funny-money, too?
I’ll be damned if I’ll spend anything but ex-presidents and statesmen.
Think its about time for a nappy-nap, mama.
This is Switchblade, over and out.
It’s the end of the week and it’s getting better. Christmas Party tonight and sleeping in tomorrow.
Just so you can gauge how cold it was last night, Jeremiah left our mop and bucket outside last Saturday when he cleaned the Laundry room and since we are a very laissez faire household no one brought it back inside for him. This morning when I took the dog out the mop was frozen into the bucket. I picked the whole thing up and held it upside down. Shook it a bit. If I were smart I would have wondered whether it was frozen solid or if a rain of dirty, soapy, frozen slush and icy water would crash down on my pants and shoes. Alas, I was not smart. I was wet. And cold. No, no, I’m kidding. It was frozen solid. But I still didn’t stop to think what if it wasn’t. And that’s why I don’t clean my guns anymore.
I have just one thing to say to the person who used the 7th floor toilet: Don’t leave that kind of a bloody mess just floating there! Courtesy Flush!!Oh, and get medical help immediately.
Today is all videos. It’s Video Friday. Not a catchy title, but it works.
Settle in and get comfortable for the Top 50 Music Videos of 2006. They left off this one though. Bad form.
The sole reason that youtube was created lies in the genius of Trapped in the Clauset:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Once more into the fray.
If you learn of nothing else today you should learn of this.
So, how is everyone’s day going? Could you pass the gravy, please. Thanks.
Do you think there could be a way to make a tasty cheese out of breast milk? Why hasn’t anyone done so? When you come right down to it most of our taboos are pretty weird and ridiculous.
I watched The Fountain last night and I’m pretty sure my brain is just waiting for the right time to explode from that shit. It’s like cocaine made from imagination, shout out into space and then injected frozen into your head in a golden syringe.
I’m running out of things to read on the crapper. When I have a good crap of a morn I like to read something that takes my mind off the fact that I have my pants around my ankles in a room with no locks and 3′ thick concrete walls. And sure enough I’m running out of books that can take my mind off having a surprise butt-savaging from some guy who came for the Chronicles of Narnia, but stayed for the easy access to rapeable anus.
I think I made the word rapeable up, and so it’s ok that I don’t think I spelled it right.
The pants I’m wearing today have a very high inseam and my nuts are one step away from reascending. I’ll be that guy with the internal nuts. You know, that guy.
Seriously though, hit me with some books to read and I’ll try and find them. No Michael Chabon. I’m sick of that guy looking in a mirror and jacking it onto a page.
Let’s go to the links before I make anymore crude remarks.
The gang at Core 77 have a gift guide of 77 things to give your loved one under $77. 77!
Building a better tomorrow on revolution at a time, HVW8.
My Imaginary Boyfriend can help provide you with a not so average Christmas. Ima make me a stocking like theirs.
Does anyone use Second Life? It seems like some lame shit. The only interesting part is the entirely virtual economy that can provide me with real money. Making an avatar is just D&D without the experience points.
Um, yes, please.
Jason, you’ve probably already seen this kid skate since the video was on Crailtap, but he has great style for someone his age, and he’s not killing anyone which is more than I was lead to believe possible from Brazilian kids. TV, you’re making me unnecessarily xenophobic.
I need to get to work on everyone’s Christmas presents. Just fake a smile when I give them to you.