Another great 2 CD collection of skits to memorize with your nerd friends. You know how they always say that CDs have a shelf life of 5 years? Well, this is the only disks I own that have actually deteriorated to become unplayable. Bittorrent has come to save the day!
From my series about my art experiences, this print is my take on the jealousy printmakers feel against painters. In the art world, printmaking has a sort of second class status beneath painting. Sort of in the way RC Cola™ has always taken a back seat to Coca-Cola™. RC is usually cheaper, it’s not as flashy, you don’t see top celebrities endorsing it, but it tastes just as good (I’d say it’s even better) than the entrenched status-quo softdrink, Coca-Cola™. Anyways, if it were ever to come down to fisticuffs the printers would win anyway because we have sharper tools. Here’s a detail of the carnage:
In graduate school I made a series of five etching which were about art and my graduate school experiences. This image was one of the earlier ones from the series. Basically, I hate art critiques. They are boring and they bring out all sorts of cliched remarks, especially in an art school setting. This image depicts some of the stereotypes I noticed over the years The composition is ripped from a Bosch painting, Ecce Homo.
This is from a series of etchings I did in graduate school. The theme of the series is art and art school. This print is my take on a typical art school life drawing class.
This is from a series of etchings I did in graduate school. The theme of the series is art and art school.
Straight forward rock with a slight 60s garage vibe. By its very nature this is derivative music and can live or die based on the musicianship (or lack thereof), gimmick, or just your mood when you first hear the music. I happen to like The Mortals and consider this their best record. It has a nice full sound and a few surprisingly catchy tracks.
Here’s the mighty Dolph Lungren from the movie Showdown in Little Tokyo. I highly recommend it for lovers of bad movies. This movie just reaks of super-awesome-tude. In the above scene, Dolph looks like he is doing a little stand-up at the Improv. He is, in fact, getting connected with his Japanese cultural roots by dressing like a Karateman and then machine gunning pony-tailed Yakuzas who wear double-breasted suits.
A heavy handed attempt at goofball comedy that fails at least 95% of the time. The makers of this film don’t seem to grasp how to make a comedy that builds up effectively. They throw some of the wildest jokes in the first ten minutes and then the movie comes to a grinding halt, occasionally bringing back recurring gags that weren’t very funny to begin with.
Although I try to minimize political posting here on the Pages of Fun, about a week ago I decided to run with a post featuring a “Tea Party” protest poster I created: Teabagger / Teabaggee. I tweeted (I hate that term… almost as much as webinar) a link, got a few dozen hits and that was that.
However, yesterday I started to get all sorts of notifications of new comments in my inbox regarding this post. I went and checked my analytics account:
This could graph could mean one of two things: anthropogenic global warming is real and we are all on the cusp of the apocalypse, or someone on the Internet with many more readers than me linked to my page. Fortunately it was latter. I was able to back track to find out where all these hits were coming from:
PJTV’s Stephen Green (a.k.a. Vodkapundit) featured the post on his weekly show, The Week in Blogs. In fact, he referred to it as “The Photoshop of Week” and “The Blog of the Week.” Also (and I’m not sure if this came first) I was also linked on Glenn Reynold’s mighty Instapundit blog!
In the immortal words of Three Stoned Men, “Smells Like the Big Time!” Ok, time to check my Google Adsense account and see all that money I raked in:
Dammit.
It has been a while since I’ve read a contemporary novel that I liked this much. Motherless Brooklyn is a pretty standard hard-boiled detective story with the noteworthy twist being that the protagonist/narrator has tourette’s syndrome. In many ways Lionel Essrog is like T.V.’s Adrian Monk—counting, touching, and ticcing his way through life—but, unlike Monk, Lionel’s disorder isn’t his super-detective power. His outbursts seem to explode at the worst possible times which adds an additional level of tension to already tense situations. This is a great story with a fascinating study of what it must really be like to suffer from tourettes added to the mix.
