Je Suis France (lite?!) at the 40 Watt in Athens






oh and this too:



(vintage dior sunglasses found for one dollar...yeah, thrifting.)

goodnight!

Oh, and also:

I think that I want some cake.



Cake!

I just wrote the following in an attempt to "street up" the first line of body copy, as directed by the client:

Get your texting skills ready, cause here's your chance to hang with Xzibit.
Got mad texting skills? Here's your chance to hang with Xzibit.
Wanna hang with Xzibit? Time to get your text on.
Wanna hang with Xzibit? Get your texting skills ready.

Yeah, cause nothing says authentic urban slang like...texting.




Can I crawl back into bed now? Thanks.




...from the "lookin' for a turbo" files.


Oh man, that song "Low Desert" kinda sounds like a rock song coming out of these here soundsticks. And by "kinda sounds like a rock song" I mean sounds different from ever before. Not like I listen to new adventures a whole whole lot. Ok now I'm rambling.
Damn, these soundsticks are magical.

Grab the rifle granny, it's FEUDING TIME...apparently.

And since I failed to pencil "deal with baggage" into today's schedule, I very much need to get back to the business of real life. Concepts due EOD as fucking usual.

Meanwhile, in a suburb not too far away, an unsuspecting tween forks out eighteen bucks for this album. It is at that moment when the third seal is broken.

I am supposed to be writing even more ads featuring this whole hip hop supastar xzibit extravaganza, but I am finding it rather difficult to concentrate. I feel like back in college or high school even (like I can remember that far back) when I waited until sunday evening to start studying for monday morning's test. Granted this is much much easier, but I'm a little distracted by the fact that I've yet to find out whether kevin is alive or has gone by way of improper chainsaw usage. Or even back in town for that matter.
What a crap weekend. No money to go out with, not even enough to eat with, sleeping or staring at a wall by myself, chainsmoking, feeling physically ill due to various factors, shuffling from place to place, feeling like I don't even factor in. I can't believe I have to write hiphop headlines.

Something of mine had better get pimped as a result of this, is all I'm saying.

I am approaching overdrawn. I am also living like a hitman.




"You're gonna have to come with me to the bar and order that yourself, cause there's no way I'm asking for a 'dirty martini'."





It's not really driving if you're just sitting there.




I'm leaving the internet now to take a shower, and then see what's what.

I wonder which member of the Rolling Stones Johnny Depp channeled for this one...

Charlie and The Chocolate Factory- Burton edition.

Oh Tim Burton you never fail to mildly entertain me in that way that is not offensive but not really scary either!

God, what a shit morning. Details, details, no details. It's not worth complaining about- there's already too much bullshit on the internet.

Instead I will invite everyone to enjoy this delightful short film starring Mr. T. It involves a certain dance sensation referred to simply as "Jeff".

Here is where you click to witness some feets of fury.



(my boss just called me into his office and told me i needed to "dumb down" my writing for the illiterate masses. i think we have a theme for the week. yes, rather.)

throw your hands in the air...then ascend into heaven like you just don't care...






Jesus enjoys really shitty entertainment.

Pics from way far back (in the variety playhouse, not time) at the Magnetic Fields, and East Side Lounge after.
(i actually like the east side pics better so i will post more of those)










the camera thinks my arms are made of plastic, I believe.

My favorite thing about livejournal?
All the emotionally unstable teenagers who leave comments on my journal. Go back to reading your Harry Potter, young miss(ter?), and leave me the hell alone.

There is nothing I enjoy more than arguing with crazy people.

Magnetic Fields tonight!
That is about the only exciting thing going on right now.
Oh, and I saw Jane Fonda in the parking garage this morning. That was kinda cool. She is tiny.

That is all.

A quick link, while I'm thinking about it.

Some of you have probably heard of MK12, some not. They are a design house out of Kansas City (where everything's up to date!), specializing in what I believe is called motion graphics. Clearly I do not partake in the field of design, but I still love to look at their stuff.
Even if they did do a Faint video.

Anyways, click here to view their website.

Oh, and be sure to check out their self-promo video "4D Softcore Sweaterporn". It's not what you think.

here is a smackling of their print work:

Here Are My Top Ten Album Picks For The Year(s):

uno: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
dos: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
tres: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
catorce: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
ocho: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
doscienta: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
treinta: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
diecinueve: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
veintiocho: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
diez: U2, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb



p.s. U2 sucks.

Well lookee here. If it isn't the side view of of a collision of two gold beams in the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider.



Science never lets me down I tell you what.

These are the Armies of The Night. They are 100,000 strong. They outnumber cops five to one. They could rule New York. Tonight they're all out for the Warriors.

If you haven't seen this, there is a pirate riding a shark-on-fire-shaped hole in your life:

How To Kill A Mockingbird.

A friend of mine just sent this to me via i-chat:

The New DJ Revolution: mp3j's who use iPods: "Somewhere in East Atlanta the turntables are motionless. The only thing spinning is a chorus of iPod hard drives, or the ceiling (if you're friends with the bartender). The club is the Echo Lounge and the event is called noWax. The concept for noWax is simple: MP3s, not wax. iPods, not decks. On noWax nights, mp3j’s bring their iPods and wait for the automated projector above the DJ booth to flash their number. They then plug-in and mix three songs back-to-back against another mp3j. noWax is a public competition very similar to 'Rap Battles', a la Eminem's movie 8 Mile." except of course.. The music will be MUCH better. This is the first event of it's kind in North America.. and it's happening on Wednesday December 15th 2004 at The Echo Lounge.

The only thing Atlanta needs less than the proliferation of (EVEN MORE) talentless DJs is fifteen extra condo developments build on top of my head. Sometimes I wanna slap this city around like the little bitch it is.