Livin' the dream

Went to Vermont today.
Lots of really good stuff happened.
Including this:

Mr. Merchandise

Two posts in one day...yep, it's outta hand. Okay, I just found out about cafepress.com today, so I've been on a merchandising binge. I put together all the stuff in the links below, all you gotta do is click and buy!

one red paperclip merch:
http://www.cafepress.com/oneredpaperclip

Lame or cool, depending-on-how-you-look-at-them, slogans:
http://www.cafepress.com/webuiltthiscity
http://www.cafepress.com/coreyhartdrives

And then there’s the obligatory ridiculous and embarrassing stuff created using pictures of people I know – stuff I’ll surely pay for later.
http://www.cafepress.com/scottysohotty
http://www.cafepress.com/paulthecreep
http://www.cafepress.com/fiddy
http://www.cafepress.com/harryjones
http://www.cafepress.com/mattdore
http://www.cafepress.com/dantastic
http://www.cafepress.com/gregpapove
http://www.cafepress.com/colinpearson
http://www.cafepress.com/allanwills

Spillage

Ah Quebec, you've done it again: Where else can you enter a mosh pit at a bar with a full caraffe of wine in one hand, a full glass in the other, then get pushed over, lose your prescription eyeglasses, then find them again, all mangled and bent -- next to a pack of smokes like this?

D.D.'n

This pretty much sums up everything that's wrong, and right, with the world.


Anti-drunk driving campaigns are useless anyhow. As long as 24-hour drive-thru is legal, the world will continue to drink and drive.

Chromeo says: The future is Synth

Chromeo's radical. And awesome. And perhaps choice. Any concert set in an empty swimming pool that features a synthesizer-talk box played by a badass gangsta in disguise as a navy admiral and a glasses-clad lead singer who plays a so-sharp-it-hurts triangular guitar and opens with "Hey, our name is Chromeo and all of our songs are about girls", is a good one in my books. Dave 1 and Pee Thugg rule the rocksteady electro funk love jam sky. Their website tells the truth: "Live, Chromeo is more fun than being forced to smoke crack at gunpoint by Rick James."

And I didn't even wear a jean shirt.


Me with two Daves but only one Dave One:


Dave Two. P-Thugg. Fist.


Paper is over-rated.
And expensive.

one red paperclip fever

It's official: one red paperclip fever has spread. I'm not the only one with the disease anymore:
http://www.geocities.com/secretidentity@sbcglobal.net/index.html
If you wanna play your own game of 'one red paperclip', then give'er. The more the merrier.

Friday Night:

Ah, Quebec: The only Canadian province that allows you to impulse buy cold six packs while pumping gas in your favorite jean shirt. Going to a Chromeo concert tonight. An epic evening surely in the works...quite possibly epic enough to warrant the purchase of a new jean shirt -- if, of course, that isn't too casual.

High Five

I woke up this morning and found a $5 PayPal donation in my inbox. I've had the donation tab over there on the left hand side since March but this is the first time anyone has actually donated something. I know it's not much, but it's the thought that counts. I didn't reach for the Kleenex, but I can honestly say that I was touched. Thank you anonymous internet donator, whoever you are.

This small but significant donation brought two thoughts to my mind:
1: Wow, someone out there in cyberspace land actually enjoys the content on this site -- enough to pay for it!
2: I bet they read this and felt sorry for me.

Either way, it was a great way to start the day--sort of like an early morning monetary-based internet high-five.

PS
Please don't feel sorry for me or think that you need to make a donation to continue to view this site --- I know I wouldn't.

Zip it

Is it just me, or does everybody enter '90210' as their ZIP code when they sign up for a membership at a web site?

Iced Out

I've decided that real work is for suckers. It's much more enjoyable to get paid to do nothing than actually work. I "worked" as an extra on the set of the "smash hit" youth TV show '15/Love' today. The casting director told me to go downstairs and dress up as a painter. I did, and fully expected to come back up and get suckered into painting a wall or something like that. Whatever, I was on the clock anyways, right? Instead, I came back upstairs and got paid to sit on a chair and watch actors deliver career-enhancing lines like: "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" and "She's got more moves than a bowl of Jello."

Then a guy named Guido made me this $1 ring.

All in all, a good day at the office.

Fan Club

Due to popular demand, I added a fan club to the site.