Thursday, July 31, 2008

Girl Talk

I just bought this album a couple of weeks ago when Rolling Stone gave it 4 stars, but man alive. 'Tis good. The dude manages to mash together anything and everything and the kitchen sink and somehow make it work. Half the fun is picking out all the samples. If you exercise at all or like to party, I highly recommend it. Check it out:

Roy Orbison into Dee Lite into Salt n Pepa into Nirvana into the Gap Band into Earth Wind and Fire into the Beach Boys? Get out of town!

Give this one 'til about the one-minute mark when you'll be all like "is that Kelly Clarkson mashed with Nine Inch Nails?" True dat.

300 different samples across 53 minutes.

Best of all, it's free for the taking right here:

Girl Talk


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Sharon Jones Earthquake Theory

We went to the big Sharon Jones and Feist show last Sunday at the Bowl. I gotta say, Sharon Jones rocked that joint to the core. Possibly literally. Think about it. Pre-Sharon Jones show? No earthquakes. Post-Sharon Jones show? A 5.8'er. I think she might have loosened something. I'm just sayin'.

We even took pictures! And here they are:

Grant and Adrea at the pre-show picnic

Whitney and Kevin, also at the pre-nic

Whitney and me (self-taken, the reason I'm all up in it)

Me, Kevin, Alyson and Kelly (same story)

The Bowl, the Hollywood sign

Dancing in the aisles

Representin' and refrigeratin' ya'll!

Just gettin' crazy on the walk to the car

Not really sure what's goin on there

Oh, and Feist played too.

Monday, July 28, 2008

With friends like these...

As a guy who makes these kinds of things for a living, I gotta say this new ad is positively horrible. Check it out:

I guess it's supposed to be cool or hip or sumthin' for the MTV/Comedy Central crowd but all it really is is crap.

I know the militant folks over there at think that everyone, everywhere agrees with them and that I really want to get like 50 emails a day from them but man, stuff like this makes me wanna vote the other way.

Until, of course, I realize a guy who hasn't yet figured out how to "go online" ain't exactly the kind of thing we need here 8 years into the 21st century. Oh yeah, and he seems to have what I consider an unhealthy obsession with wars and prolonging them. And he's old as fuck. Almost forgot that.

But back to this "ad" for a second, is "hope" really the best you got? Ya'll come up with that all by yourselves, did ya? What's next, some kind of false assertion about McCain's trip to the dermatologist meant canceling a troop visit?

I thought we were the smart side.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

So what you're saying is...

Seen on the road yesterday (you might have to click on it to get the whole picture):

That bad boy was only $2500 too!

Monday, July 14, 2008

You can't make this stuff up

"Stricter Mortgage Rules Adopted: Borrowers Must Now Prove Income."

That's a real headline. From today's papers. And not The Onion.

Now, having never had a mortgage of my own, I'm not familiar with the ways of getting such things but I would think if I was a lender and could ask one question and one question only it might be something like "what is your income?" You know, I might even ask to see a paystub. Or an official letter from an employer. But then, that's just me.

Perhaps some lenders like to just go on a hunch.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Hey look, he wrote something!

So today I decide to use part of my day off to buy $60 worth of gas (wtf?) and hit the Coinstar machine to try to turn a year's worth of change into cash for the holiday weekend. So I consult the Coinstar site, find a store near the house and make my way there. How hard could it be, right?

I rolled into the Ralph's to get my loot and two people were already in line at the machine. Not good. And the guy in front of me has a bowling ball bag in a shopping cart. "Please let him be with the first woman and let them just be getting some bowling cash," I prayed.
(That wasn't a phone call! I was photographing your bag!)

But I knew this was no way this was merely a stop on the way to the lanes. That bag was full of change yo! Why else would it be in the cart?

"Man, I should let you go in front of me. I gots like a thousand dollars in this bag. Eight years' worth," he tells me. "Gonna paint my car with it."

"Wow. That's a lot of change, man. Thanks for letting me go ahead. This shouldn't take more than a second."

I couldn't take my eyes off the bag.

"Eight years worth, huh?" I pondered, suddenly fascinated by the bag and whether or not it had been the recptacle for change over the past eight years or was it merely a transport device. Hard to say.

The lady at the machine finishes and the guy wheels his cart up, unzips his bag and begins heaving handfuls of change into the machine. No acknowledgment of our agreement. Nothing. It had been like one minute.

If he was done by sunset, it'd be a miracle.

I stood there for a second staring at him but figured I shouldn't push the issue too far. I mean, if a sock-full-o'-pennies hurts, a bag-full-o-thousand-dollars-in-loose-change probably hurts like the dickens.

Fortunately they had a Bank of America so I was able to do some real banking before heading off to the Albertson's which I'd seen also had a machine.

And there was no line. Bonus! But when I finally took my receipt to the cashier to get my $34.71, she says to me, "oh, we don't take these here."

I was all like, "just this lane or the whole store? 'Cause you have a machine right there! Kind of sends a mixed signal, don't you think?"

"Ah, I'm just kidding. Here, let me get that $34.71 for you," she says, having no idea what I'd been through for this $34.71.

Cashier humor. None finer.

Have a good fourth everyone and thanks for all the sweet comments during my absence. You're too kind. Really.