so my female alter ego on the leftcoast always falls for prototypical 'why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free'-type of w(e)inners that can't ever seem to commit. i'm trying to convince her to find a nice boy in a library, or a church, or a park...'lil did i know she'd be dating some thundercat, named HANNIBAL, that stunt doubles for the matrix! when you get to about 3:00 min - listen closely - somewhere you can faintly hear superman, the punisher and a bartender named mike squeaking out a cry for help.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
just cuz it's old, doesn't automatically make it good...
when i see shit like sharon stone at 50 showing her buuubs*...it reminds of all the 'lifestyle trendhumper websites for the modern man' and how shelf life is mandatory propoganda to some attained level of aplomb.
when good fonts go bad...
juxtaposed just so - sometimes unusual combinations produce beautiful things: jack & ginger-ale, cap'n crunch battered chicken tenders, midgets & circus, sonny & cher...
but i'd bet those grandaddy phantoms of font, House Industries, had NO intention of the Juggalo* subculture appropriating their famed CRACKHOUSE for a suckass display suggesting their deconstructed form of early Phoenecian writings of 2nd millennium BC would help add contrast, color, sparkle & movement to necrophilia.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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