Sunday, July 31, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
First 3-(3)-5 triple play in MLB history.
Friday, July 29, 2016
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Thursday, July 28, 2016
A veritable murderer's row, if you ask me.
$40 seems like a lot to see the Go-Go's. I know this is their last tour and stuff but $18-22 seems like the correct price point imo. Please buy my podcast thanks.
HERE IS A COOL (READ: GREAT) IDEA: You know how bands do 'album rollouts' (ie, album cycles, etc.)? They either do a surprise thing or a thing that might go viral or slowly put out songs and/or videos until the whole album is available to stream on TIDAL for 17 days exclusively. There are dozens if not thousands of combinations of how this can happen. It's all very exciting stuff. Well, a popular band/artist that all the blogs follow should just put out a piece of media everyday with a press release like "CHECK OUT THE LATEST ____ (SINGLE, VIDEO, TEASER, WHATEVER) FROM ALBUM X!" And they should do this everyday for at least six years. Wouldn't that be great? At what point, would the blogs and social medias stop giving a shit? I realize this entails actually making that much stuff. But still: A+ idea that would totally make some sick commentary on this content farm culture of ours.
In my review of Interstellar I forgot to mention that the floating plastic bag kid from American Beauty has a pretty sizeable role. I apologize for the error.
Gif from this via this music vid. A few notes:
• You can't see it here, but there is a satellite dish emoji on my mouth • I wish I had done all lowercase i's on the design of the title • Go Knicks!
MY PROTEST FOR THE DNC BEING HERE IN MY HOMETOWN THIS WEEK WAS LITERALLY NOT SPENDING A PENNY ON ANYTHING. I NEED TO GET GARBAGE BAGS & A CUCUMBER SO THAT'S GONNA CHANGE THIS AFTERNOON, UNFORTUNATELY. ALSO––COMPLETELY UNRELATED-EVERYTIME I SEE SOMETHING ABOUT WILL SMITH DOING MUSIC, I'M LIKE "OH YEA WILL SMITH USED TO DO MUSIC." MAYBE IF A NEW WILL SMITH ALBUM WAS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT I WOULD VOTE FOR THAT.
Putting "overeating" on my résumé under qualifications. Seriously though, I've been doing sunflower seeds lately like a goddam ballplayer as part of mission to give my stupid hands and mouth something to do instead of systematically unloading carbs into my stomach, and my biggest issue is with this is that you sort of need a hand ready at all times for the seeds' spit cup, so it makes typing on the computer / making art kind of difficult. What I am trying to say is that life is a journey, folks. Strap on in.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
DREAM
Gonna write about a dream I had last night if that's OK.
So I am hanging with a friend of mine who, in this dream, is apparently a standup comic who is either already a writer on SNL or is gonna possibly be involved with SNL in some way (?). Anyway––again, in this dream––I also have dreams of being on SNL apparently. So this friend gets me a weird meeting with some head honcho type at SNL, but it's only a pre-meeting. And I am sitting on a couch with two random people and my friend, and the only point of this meeting is that the guy behind the desk is going to pick two of us for a pre-audition "improv session" and it is very tense. I can recall talking a lot with my friend about what exactly the point of improv is and why people enjoy (disclosure: I can't stand it IRL).
The two random people on this couch are a nondescript lady and an Asian man, who is maybe a few years younger than me. Oh, and here's the real kicker in this dream: I AM PART-ASIAN. I am not sure how/why I am aware of this fact (which is not at all a reality FYI) but in this dreamworld, I am. So, the first person picked for this thing is my friend and that choice seems like a foregone conclusion to everybody in the room like, "yeah of course, duh, he's gonna get picked." The real tense part is who among myself and the two strangers will be picked and it feels like it is definitely gonna be either me or the other Asian guy (LOL). And––surprise!––it's me! The other Asian guy is devastated but I feel elated. Let's do some improv!
So of course, the next part of the dream involves getting on a school bus with a seemingly deranged female bus driver with wild hair. My friend is on the bus, as are a few other familiar faces, some of whom question the authenticity of my being part-Asian, which makes sense because in reality I AM NOT AT ALL ASIAN NO NO NO NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT. But, alas, I continue to defend myself. The bus makes its way out of the city and into a very hilly and picturesque countryside, and maybe at this point I am confused why I am even on this bus to begin with. Maybe, in fact, these were two separate dreams and I am just synching them together in the stress of my waking life, right here and now, a desperate attempt to make sense of this absurdity. Who knows.
As previously stated, this bus driver is insane and she is driving insane. We are speeding. We are going way too fast. We approach a steep decline at a great velocity and the bus takes off into the air. It feels very real, this wreck. The bus does a straight-on 180° flip and lands upside down. This flip feels like it takes 15 seconds. While we are airborne I wrap myself around one of the bus seatbacks like an animal on a tree trunk and I literally pray I won't die. Someone on the bus audibly says, in an eerily calm voice, "Well, this is it." This IS it, fella. It feels like we are all going to die, but when the bus comes to a stop, almost everyone is alive and screaming.
I lead the charge to get the F off this bus. It's pretty chaotic and people are bleeding. I kick open a window and deploy one of those slide-thingies you typically see people using on downed airliners. Why would a bus have this thingie? Please. But the thingie is basically useless and doesn't even fully inflate. A man who looks like Penn from Penn & Teller yells at me for doing it wrong. My leg hurts. I can't win. I wake up.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Here's an artist's (my) rendering of what the dude who was petting my dog looked like.
Would be cool to be the first person on earth to write a novel called, Poems. It would be about a garbage truck guy who writes poems in his head while he is picking up the garbage. The text would go: GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem) GARBAGE (poem) GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE (poem) (poem). Something like that.
Monday, July 25, 2016
This is the bench which I sat on when I recorded my now viral podcast, Movie Review 39: The Lobster.
Hearing a lotta sighs out of my co-workers' moufs. Let's tighten up ship, guys!
As mentioned, I'm no political junkie. But I do find it hilarious that all the people Trump beat had to bow down and kiss the ring and speak on his behalf. What a weird shame-mongering tradition. Imagine if sports losers had to do this? If the Golden State Warriors had to fly into Cleveland and speak first at the championship parade rally about how awesome the Cavs are, how wacky right? It's so weird to me!
You know what would be an interesting topping/addition to a salad, or maybe even a taco or something? Plum skins. You ever notice how much of the beautiful tartness of a plum is in the skin? Well just peel some plums, chop 'em up, maybe even try frying them (?), and add them to a dish. I really need to open my own fancy restaurant. What am I doing with my life.
# STEPS I'VE TAKEN JUNE→NOW
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If I were a politician I would just play elevator and/or hold music as bumpers/walk-on tracks. This would establish my brand as _____, whilst also assuring no band/artist would get all cranky pants about it. (See this content for further context thank you.)
Yo, so I will be posting a new Knicks-centric podcast (~11 min. long) shortly, but wanted to pepper said content with an anecdote, potentially a harbinger of good things to come in NYK Land. Here goes: A few days after the D-Rose trade, my family took a short a trip to AC (Atlantic City, NJ) and while news of that city's demise has (probably?) been exaggerated, it's certainly no thriving metropolis. But anyway, what gigantic ad/billboard is still front and center on top of a sneaker store on the corner of the popular outlet shopping area? You guessed it. Young Derrick Rose, former MVP and centerpiece of an Adidas campaign of yesteryear. The ad is faded, and sad if considered in an alternate reality where D-Rose is not currently a New York Knick, but I am Mr. Sunshine & Roses, and I took this is as a 'SIGN' man. Some enterprising street hooligan needs to graffiti that biatch with some blue and orange is what I'm thinking. Hell yea.
UPDATE: Billboard is on the corner of Arctic/Arkansas, in case you were wondering, and why the heck wouldn't you be. all in for d rose, y'all. I'm pretty sure the lights are still on at the Adidas outlet store.
UPDATE: Billboard is on the corner of Arctic/Arkansas, in case you were wondering, and why the heck wouldn't you be. all in for d rose, y'all. I'm pretty sure the lights are still on at the Adidas outlet store.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
It feels like when musicians get mad at politicians using their songs without permission is kind of stupid. Because just who cares? Like just say you don't care. That would make you appear cooler. Or don't say anything at all. This happens every cycle. Politician A makes Band B mad because they played Song C as intro music. It's a really tedious cycle imo. You don't really need that as a reason/excuse to say Donald Trump is bad. You can just say he's bad whenever you want. Using 30 seconds of whatever song drowned out by idiots applause/crowd noise is literally the least offensive thing he's ever done. Just my $0.02, folks. Have a nice day.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I have major respect for people who make Wikipedia graph-timelines for rock n' roll band-members. I'm not sure what the tiny blue and orange squares mean exactly for Dan Hawkins (did he play drums on one song live in late 2005?), but I respect the hell out of the fact that they make sense to whoever made this png. [Source.]
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
R E M I N D E R:Thursday, July 14, 2016
A guy playing Pokemon almost forced me to miss a train yesterday. He was catching a Pokemon right in front of a turnstile. I am not going to download or do the Pokemons game. I wish people would care more about other people / their surroundings than Pokemon but I guess that's not going to happen. I accept the Pokemon revolution. I want to create a lo-fi version of Pokemon somehow. Lingzoids (Little Things and Androids).
I have never had a goatee in all my life despite how this picture makes it appear. Believe it or not, this picture has been digitally enhanced (as they say) and it makes it seem as though I do have a goatee. I included a picture of a man with an actual goatee for reference. This man is ashamed of his face and he should be. No goats.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Here's the 10-day weather forecast. My advice, sports fans? BE WEIRD. Be your 1 true weird-ass self, and the weather will always be 70 + sunny. Take care.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
I left a satanic tip the other night.Friday, July 1, 2016
