Random Crap, OF DOOOM!!  

My own little corner online, where I can hide all my belly-button lint.

I think I can stick links in here...
It appears so!
I never liked that archive crap anyway.
Maybe i should organize these into sections...
Yeah, that would be cool.

Artists to worship:
Cam
Robert Venosa
Alex Gray
M.C. Escher
Stanlislav Szukalski
Zdzislaw freaking Beksinski
Rene Magritte
Honore Fragonard (now mostly translated!)
Senor Zar
Ex-Python animator
Mr. Bird could beat up your mother AND a dinosaur
Ernst Fuchs (fyooks, you asshat)

Don't let your kids listen to:
TOOL
SOAD
Cornell+RATM
Big Dumb Face
White/Rob Zombie
Collective Soul
Ozomatli
Damn pretentious Canadians
Queens of the Stone Age

People with the misfortune of knowing me:
Teh GOAT!
Teh STAB?
Teh w00tFr3d!!1!
McNugget.
Someone I don't really know but has good taste in TOOL, err, music.
My sister was dropped on her head.
The rest of my friends have too much self-respect for an online presence.

We dn't need no stikning spellchecker!

Fine, I'll archive this crap:

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Hate in advertising

Okay, so I'm sitting here at work reading magazines because I just volunteered to work THE WHOLE DAY and 3 people have come in over the last 4 hours. The one good thing about this is that there's noone to offend, so I can excercise a few of my less-played CDs, even if the songs are 16 minutes.

Aaaanyway, the point is that there is an ad on the back of this magazine for the Avalanche, or as I like to call it "The truck with no self respect." It's not good enough to be a truck, so it has to whore istelf out as an SUV as well. It's like a construction worker that sells himself as a tranny hooker on the weekends, quite the tragedy really. So, the tag for this add reads "This is what happens when your engineers grow up playing with Transformers and watching the A-Team." When I read that my mind repressed the memory and pretended it was an add for something cool, like rocketpacks or nuclear powered pocketwatches. That is FAR to perfect a pitch to be wasted on something like the freaking avalanche! This shakes my most deepest held beliefs to their very core; that people with such impeccable, badass taste could concieveably be involved with the creation of such a silly non-truck.

I think they lied and that this particular group of engineers only watched the A-Team while their friends were around. When their friends left the room, the TV went to My Little Pony and they fished a bunch of Barbie dolls out from under their bed. Only this sort of deep, painful confliction could result in such a muddled vehicle.


  posted by Travis @ 1:09 PM


8/07/2003  
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