I want this hanging in my living room.
Via Here.
Showing posts with label Advent Calendar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advent Calendar. Show all posts
Resurrected.
The D-Bags at Sony had these guys pretty much banned from You Tube, but you can't keep a good thing down. If you haven't watched these yet, please get familiar.
Sketchy.
Clitter from Those Aren't Muskets! on Vimeo.
Pretty gross, and (kinda) NSFW, but still funny as hell. Internet Sketch Comedy is tres chic!
Monday Morning Movie Reviews: The Day The Earth Stood Still
Sorry, but the only Kathy Bates/Keanu Reeves remake I'm interested in is one where Bates is breaking Keanu's ankles over a block of wood with a sledgehammer. D+.
Advent Calendar BONUS!!
Too good to wait. This will make up for if I miss a day this weekend. Stupid work.
Via TWBE.
Drawering.
Of the things I can't do, which are many, the one thing that I wish I could do more than anything is draw. A lot of my friends have the ability to take a blank piece of paper and create whatever is in their heads, where as when I try, it looks like I did it holding the pencil in my teeth. The best drawing I ever did was in 1988. It was of a dirt bike, peeling out. I spent several hours working on the rider's helmet, his outfit, the handle bars, the fenders, the tires (with muddin' tread!), but when it came to the engine, I was stumped. I knew nothing about mechanics, and I'd really only seen a dirt bike in real life once. The rest of the drawing was done at this point, and there was only a gaping hole where the engine should be. I tried my best, but in the end, it looked like the bike was powered by a large serving of black spaghetti. My Grandma has it framed in her living room. I used to watch this show, and get so stoked on the dude's creations, but super bummed when I'd look down and see what a wreck my paper was.
Via TWBE.
Monday Morning Movie Reviews: Punisher War Zone
More like,"Punisher: BORE Zone"! Bwahahahaha! No, seriously, though, it sucks. D.
Only Because It's Sunday.
Normally I wouldn't post a picture of Balloon Jesus, but since it's Sunday (and nearing his balloon birthday), I'll do it. Just this once.
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Mr. Postman.
The mail is highly underrated. In these times of "pokes" and "MyFace" the subtle joy of receiving something unexpectedly in your mailbox has become lost. When I made my bi-weekly trip to pick up my pre-approved credit card offers and copies of "Fit Pregnancy" (I guess you have to tell them when you have your baby so they'll get off your ass), I noticed a large brown envelope. It was decorated in drawings, and colorful stamps, and the postage was an Eames. Without looking, I knew it was from Dustin. He's sent us postcards before. Blank on the back, usually, but the card itself is always well thought out. You just see it, and know that it's from him. This package was meant to guilt trip me for not coming to see his new house yet. I know, because the hand-screened note paper on the inside told me.
He also included a handful of Gocco Prints, buttons, and stickers. He made all of them. Crafty devil. He also made one more thing, my day. Cue the happy music, fade to black.
Perfectly Built.
One of the reasons for my spiral in to madness, is the length of time since me and the boys have "kicked it". It wasn't always like this. The "Binary Days", as I'll refer to them, were the heady days of going to Brock's skatepark with he and Seth, skating, talking shit, filming, XBOX, watching Brock commit to projects he had no business being involved in, etc. This was one of those projects. As freestyle as it comes, Seth and he built a FULL LOOP for a motorcycle with NO PLANS OR PLANNING. Just jumped in head first. I saw it in the "sorta middle" of the construction process. It looked sketchy as hell. No problem, they assured me, it would be rock-solid by tomorrow. Little did I know, all that meant was they would be stabilizing it WITH rocks. It was built for a motocross movie, so there was plenty of coverage of the motorcycle going up and around, but Seth (the genius and professional that he is), knew that's not where the show was going to be. So he turned his lens to Brock, and produced one of the funniest two minutes of film ever. I dare you to watch this 5 times and not be screaming, "You're not my boss! I'm my own boss!" to everyone you see by the end of the day.
Obama Naked Teenage Terrorists Cause Stock Market Crash.
Recently I added Google Analytics to the blog, mostly out of curiosity. That, plus line graphs and pie charts do something for me. One of the best features though, is that they tell you the search terms people used to find this site. Imagine the look on the faces of the people who thought that this was going to be the answer to all the questions they had about "Boner Racing", "Asses in Public" and "Canada's #1 Export". I think I can increase my traffic 20% with this post alone, guess we'll find out.
RTTBOTP! Advent Calendar.
Not going to lie, I have been extremely bummed lately. Like, a lot. Things just seem so... irrelevant. But today is a new day. Night terrors awoke me at 3:30am, and rather than sit in bed, worrying about how things are going to turn out, I decided to make an effort to reverse this negative spiral that seems to have trapped me. 24 days, 24 posts, 24 things that will bring joy, or mild amusement to faces worldwide. Let's start it off:
I know it's techno and it's French, but dammit if this doesn't make you want to flip a cop car over, I don't know what will.
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