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Yesterday was the first show of the year at everyones favorite crappy abandoned pool cum crappy live music venue. And I must say, the choice of acts were, uh...crappy. The hold steady was exceptionally crappy. Overall it was a crappy experience with crappy overpriced($6) beers and crappy weather. Crap crap crap! So I went to Mugs for a beer and some hot wings. And guess what?? My wings were crappy too. Crappy weekend I hate you.

Devo was awesome yesterday...

even though I wasn't really at the show. Actually I was at the track directly across the street from where they played. As I began my run, they began they're set. I couldn't tell who was going on until I heard the classic synth arpeggio of "That's Good", my favorite Devo song. You could hear them perfectly. They blazed through all their classics as my friends and I clocked mile after mile. When we were wrapping up our workout, they wrapped up their set. We couldn't have timed it any better. All in all I have to say, having Devo playing live as your personal workout soundtrack is pretty fucking cool in my book.

Great fucking video of the day: The BPA featuring David Byrne and Dizzee Rascal

Russian Winnie the Pooh pwns

Only in New York

This morning, as I was locking my bike to a signpost outside of my office, a cop standing nearby started yelling something at me. Half asleep, half dazed from my commute i strained to figure out what she was babbling about. It became apparent that she was ordering me to come over to her. As I made my way over I tried to figure out which law I had just broken. She met me half way and led me by my arm to a row of newspaper boxes. On the front page of a few of these papers was something about baseball. I don't watch baseball. I know nothing about baseball. I could give a shit about baseball. She then went off on a tirade about the Yankees (or was it the Mets?), all the while babbling incoherently and pointing at the newspaper box.

At this point I'm thoroughly confused. I kind of just nod and start to back away slowly--repeating things like "yeah, contract" and "that's totally fucked up how those guys did that thing your mad about". I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. So I threw up my arms in a "whatcha gonna do about that baseball stuff" gesture, and told the obviously mentally unstable cop to have a good morning. Just as I did the light changed, and I was left standing next to this cop I had just said goodbye to. I crossed the street anyways and nearly got taken out by one of those shitty double decker tourist busses.

So what's the moral of this story? Fuck if I know. Just let it be known to all baseball fans out there, just because I'm a New Yorker doesn't mean I care about your stupid game. And dear New York, stop giving fucking lunatics badges and guns.

Slow motion babies are fucking creepy

Things I can't stop laughing at #2 (TGIF edition!)

As you may or may not know, I work in advertising. More specifically, I'm a copywriter. At my particular agency we have a lot of shitty clients--mostly pharmaceutical companies. To an advertising creative this type of work is like fucking kryptonite. It drains you of all hope and energy and eventually destroys you (or at least your career.)

Luckily I haven't really had to touch this soul-destroying material much. But unfortunately, a lot of good creatives have to. So what do you do to keep yourself sane in light of all this spirit crushing work? You make the most of it. You have fun with it. That's exactly what my buddy Dave did for this drug shoot. And for that, I can't stop laughing.

I think the garden one is my fave.

Kids n' Guns!!

When I turned 12 my dad took me to a shooting range for my birthday. I got to shoot a Beretta, 38 special, and a 357 magnum. Thanks, dad. I had a rad time, and it was one of the best birthdays ever. But fuck, what the hell did these kids do to deserve such an awesome gift?

I have nothing to blog about today...

but that doesn't mean I have nothing to offer. Ladies and gentlemen, Cats that look like Wilfred Brimley.

Coney Island Bris

Wrote that shit, played that shit. Easy peezy, nice and sleazy. Peep it.

FAGGOT!

I can't get enough of this word lately. Faggot. FAGGOT!!!! I'm not a homophobe or anything, but I just love whipping this word out any chance I get. Something about the way it flies out of your mouth like a bullet when you say it a certain way--it's intoxicating! Couple it with the word "fucking" and it gets that much better. FUCKING FAGGOT!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh.

Fucking chillin'

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