Bird Turds #26
• Finally, right? Also, the second color treatment for "The Constant Gardener" strip after the jump.
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Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Bird Turds #24
• Bird Turds #24 was made after watching the Spielberg / Cruise War of the Worlds, and wishing that something like this would happen in it. I remember sitting around with Thee Famous Person and a friend of hers years ago watching King of New York, and the friend being like, 'Wouldn't it be great if Christopher Walken just stopped right here and walked over and introduced the cameraman?' And it totally would've! That's how they ought to make movies.
• It's been slow-going here at CFY,K. I could blame this on any number of things, but, truthfully, my whole life has been put on hold since my man Holotone put me on to the N game.
• Aside from N, though, I don't usually play video games that much. (That said, this is probably already the most video game-heavy post I've ever made, and we've got a ways to go.) I do not own a gaming console. (I mean. I probably would. But I can't, at this juncture, even imagine what it would be like to be able to afford one.) The thing I've always thought about them is that an overwhelming number of them are set up like a fun house is at a carnival. You go here. Then this thing happens. Then you deal with that thing. Repeat.
It seems like, for the billion dollar industry that gaming has become, precious few designers are willing to, like, actively try and elevate the video game to anything that resembles, like, a work of art with an interactive narrative structure. One of those precious few is this dude Suda51. He's the guy who made Killer7, which was the weirdest, scariest, most enigmatic and engrossing video game I think I've ever seen.
Suda51 has a new game out now called No More Heroes, for the Wii. I just read a review for it on this website Noise to Signal, a website which also indulges in a great deal of Venture Bros wankery, which is how I found it. Now. I may never play No More Heroes. Because, again, I don't own a Wii. And the Noise to Signal guy kind of totally pans it. But I think it has the potential to be one of those moments where a weirdo-outsider does that thing where they kind of bring a genre to new heights through parody and pastiche. But, then again, it might be one of those moments where a weirdo-outsider has a really good idea and then isn't given the resources to properly execute it due to his weirdo-outsider status. (See also: Lost in La Mancha.)
I would like to reiterate my B-rett request: record yourself playing this shit and send me the tapes. (I can't afford a Wii, but I for sure own a VCR.)
• More video game crap:
This is one of the videos that comes up when you do a search for "asshole Mario" on YouTube. I think what I like so much about it is is not only the idea that whoever made this thing is also, in their own way, elevating a genre through parody and pastiche using an existing and well-known vocabulary, but also that, like. Even though you never see who's playing the thing, you can get a real sense of his or her frustration just by watching Mario. "Asshole Mario" is probably old news, but whatever. It's brilliant.
• And finally, from the Fucking Finally department: the internet delivers, at long last, the deleted scene from Iron Man featuring Ghostface.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Bird Turds #23
• As originally posted here. (Also, did you guys notice that little Flickr "badge" I got going on now as part of the CFY,K layout? Well. Scroll down a ways. It's there.)
• It's been a long-ass hot-ass day. So now I'm sitting under a ceiling fan, chain smoking, drinking real-sugar Coca-Cola, and basically living the dream for a minute.
• Paraphrased Conversation With B-rett, 8/8/08:
Me: Hey, buddy.
B-rett: {in robot voice} Hello. I am at work, but will gladly take some time off from Frets on Fire to speak to you.
Me: So, um ...
B-rett 9000: I am now in possession of a cooler shirt than you will ever have. Ha ha ha. I will e-mail you a photo of it with my camera eye and computer brain.
Me: Dude, I have that shirt. It's on my coffee table right now. We ordered them at the same time.
B-rett: {Makes some computer noises} Oh. Ha ha ha. You are correct.
Me: Did you see the new episode yet?
B-rett: No. I suck.
{Fin}
• In other news, our own President Isenhour has some impressive new work in a show right now.
• I would like to say, also, that, yes, I did receive an e-mail the other day from the best writer I know. I haven't gotten back to him yet because I am lazy and cannot seem to formulate the kind of communiqué that would be worthy of including in the future-release of Our Collected Electronic Correspondence.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Bird Turds #21
• The above comic strip was inspired, in some ways, by Bill Watterson and this little one-panel joint. Also, The Bird is supposed to be holding two publications that have been seen around my place lately: In the Studio, by Todd Hignite, which is full of in-depth interviews with guys like Jaime Hernandez, R. Crumb, Chris Ware, and others. It's super good. And also, The Bird is supposed to be holding "Comic Art," which is published by - surprise! - Todd Hignite.
• What do you get when you cross Japanese Spider-Man with Serge Gainsbourg's "Comic Strip?" My guess: this.
• More soon.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Bird Turds #20
• This little comic strip experiment, Bird Turds, now has twenty installments. It's weird because I really only thought I had a good enough idea for, you know, the first one. But now there's twenty of them, and I consider a few of them to be even funnier than the initial effort. So whatever. I'm sort of proud. Someone tell me how to go pro.
• What's more is that doing Bird Turds has revitalized my interest in comics in general. I spent, for instance, a sizable portion of last night belly laughing while reading Sam Henderson's ingenious Magic Whistle. Then this morning I started reading The Goon, and that shit is just unbelievably well done.
• The new episode of the Venture Bros is my new all-time favorite. I love that that happens damn near every time they make one.
• Nadal wins at Wimbledon. I win a Crabass bet. Everyone's happy. Except for Jush, who had to witness the devastation in hologram mode in the future history with color commentary provided by myself.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Bird Turds #18
• Above is Bird Turds number eighteen. I feel weird about this one. Usually I try to run a week behind on Bird Turdses. Like, on purpose. I like to think that I always have one ready, just in case. This time, though, I'm posting a comic while my next two strips are in different stages of development. Number nineteen is having some timing issues. Twenty's in sketch-form. So I don't know.
• I just changed the logo and part of the design of CFY,K. I don't know if you noticed. Long-term readers of this here blawg - all three of you - are no doubt familiar with my usually-ill-advised website overhauls. This time around I figured I'd adopt a slower, more subtle approach to changing the look and feel of this thing. I've just been thinking for a while that that Cooper Black logo was looking a little dated. So now there's a new logo. And most of the links are grey.
You could read into this that Curtains For You, Kid, and by extension, The Devil Himself, is "going grey." And you wouldn't be too far off-base.
My gentle revamp of CFY,K has led me to a cautious consideration of the I Don't Know Em But I Read Em Section. (If you scroll down a little ways, it's on the right.)
The Devil Himself On the Subject of the "I Don't Know Em But I Read Em" Section In Descending Order:
Pulp Hope, any more, rarely gets updated. When it does, sometimes it rules. Other times it doesn't. And, again, I'm not into the vinyl toy scene, like, at all. But I wouldn't turn down one of Mr. Pope's new Masked Karimbah joints. I guess I'm saying: I am a tremendous fan of Paul Pope's sequential artwork. I'm just not that into his blog. Or, closer to the point, with all that he has going on, I'm not sure why he even has one.
I read Drawn all the time. Especially since CFY,K became much more heavily concentrated on comics and illustration than on rap music. (There is no reason to have a rap music blog these days. More on this later.) My only concern about Drawn is that two of its main contributors are going pro as fuck lately, and I'm a little curious as to how it will effect the website.
Bol, or Byron Crawford, has a website that I peruse from time to time. Not as much as I used to, though, since, you know, Mr. Crawford does not draw cartoons. But Bol drops truth bombs like no one else on the internets.
Until I just clicked on it, I can't even remember the last time I checked out Discobelle. Nothing personal. I'm just not that into it these days. It seems like it used to be a place where you could check for a remix or a mixtape jam back in the glory days of the Dipset. Now I don't know.
For me, and this is just me talkin', the dude over at Status Ain't Hood hasn't knocked one out the park for a minute. But I don't know. He probably has. A lot of these blogs and columns fall into disregard, on my part, based on my own ever-shifting sensibilities.
Music Thing has and always will be a great site for documenting some things that I have a passing interest in, but no real passion for, like synth stuff that I would have no idea how to use, 8-bit music, and homemade instruments. Every couple of months I spend like an hour on Music Thing, which, in Internet Time, is like a year.
In my opinion, the Fader - a magazine I have subscribed to in the past, and currently keep a collection of - is on the fall-off for a couple reasons. 1. Hipsters everywhere seem to be in a weird transitional period where they've - thankfully - stopped wearing day-glo everything, but haven't yet figured out what to do next. 2. The only means by which the editorial staff has figured out in terms of staying ahead of the indie rock internet dudes is promoting unlistenable garbage. I think the last "new sensation" they were only a little late on was Wale, but that was probably before 3. Nick Catchdubs quit.
Speaking of, Catchdubs had, at one point, a blog that was so goddamned good that he parlayed it into becoming an accomplished DJ/producer, journalist, and, now, boutique label exec. Because of these developments, he rarely updates his blog. I'm not hating. I just miss the old style where that kid Catch would write an entry on the enormous omelet sandwich and all sorts of other wild shit. Have a kick-ass blog → get busy doing other, actually-lucrative shit → let the blog suffer. This seems to be the way it works. Unless you're me.
That said, I hope that the fine folks behind Jesus Piece and Copy, Right? have moved on to other cool shit. Because they're defunct now.
I don't really read Palms Out Sounds much anymore, since they seem to have stopped doing Sample Wednesdays, which was like the whole reason I was into it in the first place. (And then the last one they did was on Armand Van Helden, and who gives a shit?) Palmsout suffers, I think, from having to concentrate on way more electronic music than hip hop, which owes directly to this: Nah, Right, right now, is, like it or not, fucking clearly the definitive hip hop blog on the internets. So everyone else is sort of outmoded. I will say that the Remix Sundays that Palmsout still does usually have one banger in there somewhere.
In sum: I need some new shits in the links department.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Turd of Prey [part two of two]
• As you may have noticed, the above comic strip is Bird Turds #17, part two of two of the Turd of Prey "storyline." It is also, right now, my personal current favorite of the Bird Turds series.
• Speaking of current personal favorites, this website Colorflip is addictive in the weirdest possible way. I love it.
• So. After a couple of years of mixtape / featured appearance output simply too, um, bountiful to effectively link to in any way, a couple of false starts that resulted in the loss of what should have been a couple of great singles, and a few weeks of press that included a leak of Gaussian proportions and a (!) five part anticipatory YouTube series, Tha Carter III has finally dropped. I'm kind of reserving comment, since (a) I'm obviously biased, (b) most of my readers don't care anyway, and (c) the people who do care have, I think, their expectations set so high that Dwayne could deliver The Blueprint and they wouldn't be satisfied. What I will say is that there are some tracks on Tha Carter III that are as good or better than anything Weezy's ever done before. And also that I'm curious as to how well it sells.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Bird Turds #16
• The above is Bird Turds number sixteen, "Turd of Prey part one of two." But you knew that, because it says that. Not to overanalyze it or anything (that's more of a me and S. Higginbotham telephone activity, anyway), but I, like, learned some valuable lessons while making this one. Chiefly, that the grey Pentel brush pen will not magically turn you into Will Eisner. But then I also learned / decided that it would be better to present it as is than it would be after photoshopping the shit out of it.
• And now, "A Conversation Between The Devil Himself and an Imagined Reader, Part One of Two."
IR: What's going on with everything being presented in two parts today?
{Here The Devil Himself mumbles unintelligibly and takes a drag from a Camel light. Camel lights are not his brand, it should be noted, but he got the pack for free so whatever.}
IR: Um. Okay. I was really wondering whether or not you were going to embed the season three premier of the Venture Bros on CFY,K.
TDH: I am abosolutely not going to do that, based soley on the idea that I don't want the new Bird Turds to be completely outclassed on its own shit. But you should totally watch it. It's awesome as hell.
IR: Anything else?
TDH: Um. Yes. Those shirts you want totally exist. Mine's on the way.
• I was wondering how long it was going to take Glenn O'Brien to do a full-on Warhol issue of Interview. (Caution! Clicking the "Interview" link will cause browser-resizing and annoying audio.) And now I know. (I'm not hating. If you're going to do a full-on Warhol issue of anything, it ought to be Interview, and you ought to be Glenn O'Brien.)
• And now, "A Conversation Between The Devil Himself and an Imagined Reader, Part Two of Two."
IR: I heard that Tha Carter III leaked.
TDH: So?
IR: So are you going to post a link to it?
TDH: No way. Buy that shit. Wale's new mixtape is for free and it's awesome. Go get that.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Bird Turds #15
• Here is Bird Turds number fifteen, in which the main character bird continues to have kind of a weird relationship with all other birds with whom he or she comes into contact, be they sentient or inanimate within the context of the comic strip itself.
Also, I kind of love the Drinking Bird, in that I bet that that Miles V. Sullivan cat never had to do anything else after he made it. What a badass.
• It turns out there were way more people aware of the CFY,K technical-difficulty downtime than I would have thought. So, um. Again. Sorry about that. But it's good to have you back, dudes.
• I hear tell that Shaved and Shamanzo had a little old NYC Sarchichan mini-summit. Somebody send pictures. And anyway I live at a midpoint music hub these days and I ain't got friends really so come visit. Also: Isn't it Nebraska's birthday today? Happy birthday, Nebraska.
• In making this post, I will have gotten everything done that I wanted to have gotten done on my day off. I did my laundry, and, in so doing, conducted further market research for my dream to one day own and operate a coin laundry. And I put away the laundry, which, as I'm sure you know, is like a whole additional, more-horrible chore in and of itself .
Also I finally got it together and went to see Iron Man, which completely fucking ruled. I will say that I was as disappointed as the next guy that Dennis Coles didn't make the final cut of the movie. I guess it's kind of cool that it looked like a Ghostface video was playing in Tony Stark's private jet towards the beginning. More than anything, though, I'm at a loss as to why the cameo that Ghostface shot for Iron Man hasn't leaked online as near as I can tell. Because, really, what the hell is the internet good for if I can't watch a leaked Ghostface cameo?
• Today I was on the phone with the Rai Chile and he told me that instead of investing his money into a Nintendo Wii, he's going to buy those running jump-stilt joints and then run his ass to work. Now, if you know the Rai Chile, just for a second imagine that you're stopped at a traffic light or something, and then he fucking comes leap running past you all wearing one of those aerodynamic bike helmets and goggles and a full-blown lycra bodysuit. And like a super-determined look on his face like he's doing the damn thing. Or even, better, with all that going on and like a long-stemmed rose clenched in his teeth. Just thinking of these scenarios made me laugh so hard I almost threw up.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Bird Turds #14
• Here it is: Bird Turds number fourteen, in honor, of course, of The Red Fantastic's generous donation.
• I don't know if you can tell, but I have been watching shit tons of the greatest show that has ever been on television. If you want, you can watch my favorite scene from the series.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Bird Turds 12
• I seem to have gone a week without posting a new Bird Turds. Sorry about that, dudes. So here's one. (It's not that I didn't have one ready, of course. I think that the readers of Curtains For You, Kid have grown accustomed to a greater degree of professionalism than that, right?)
• I'm not sure what having a Flickr pro account does for a person, exactly. And if I had one, I would almost certainly never take full advantage of it. What's weird is that if you have a Flickr account, you can buy a pro upgrade for any other Flickr user. So, it's not that I want one, really, but I will say that whoever buys me a Flickr pro upgrade will get an original Bird Turds comic strip, which I can nearly guarantee will never be worth as much as you'd spend on said upgrade.
• I went, the other day, to this live satellite presentation of This American Life.
Until I actually arrived on the scene, I thought it was going to be, like, a live performance of This American Life. Like they do with Whad'ya Know?, but it wasn't. So I did not, in fact, get to see the condensation on Ira Glass's glasses.
{Never let what you consider to be a good line go to waste, eh? - Ed.}
The place, a movie theater south of town, was packed. It was so crowded, in fact, that this woman had to scoot two seats over closer to me to accommodate this guy and his kid.
And then the show started.
And then the theater lost the video portion of the satellite feed. This made the experience, you know, exactly like sitting in the dark listening to the radio with like 300 groaning, muttering strangers. The audio, which was to accompany a preview segment from the second season of the This American Life TV show, soldiered on.
"I think," said the lady next to me, "that if I keep staring at the screen, and, you know, focusing, then the video will come back on."
"That'll either work or it won't," I said, "but it will be impossible to tell."
"You know," said the guy on the other side of the lady, "it's bad enough that I can't see what's going on. Now I can't even hear it."
So whatever. We shut up. Because, you know, at least on my end, I get it. You paid a lot of money to be here. So far be it from me to fuck it up for you.
But then, a minute later, the video came back, like everyone knew it eventually would. And then the good folks in the projectionists' room "rewound" the feed, so everyone could see the show in its entirety. Which, I mean, shit. All of this was bound to happen. Every theater manager I've ever met - and I have known a few - would much rather yell at some high school kid for ten minutes than deal with several hundred angry NPR enthusiasts.
"Hey, look," said the lady next to me to the guy next to her, "Now you can see all that stuff you missed."
But he wasn't feeling it. So when, a few minutes later, the vertical hold fucked up for a little while, he seized the opportunity the storm off and demand a refund, which was fine with everyone.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Korben My Man
• Hey hey hey that's Bird Turds number eleven, buddy!
• Dear Camdonians, please send pics of the Crawfish Festival. I miss that shit.
• This is the new video from The Roots, which, yes, makes "Rising Up" the lead single from Rising Down, since I guess ?uestlove saw that one episode of Tyra and decided that "Birthday Girl" doesn't officially exist or whatever.
I wonder what it's like to be Black Thought. Like, aside from being the most slept-on MC with the highest profile, you know, ever. But also, like. When ?uestlove and them are like "Okay, Player, we're going to go be Jay-Z's band - which is essentially like if Jay was the MC in The Roots instead of you - or do The Star Spangled Banner on The Colbert Report or some shit. So. Latrons," what does Black Thought do?
If it was me, I'd've quit a long time ago. Because, I mean. On some level, how is the drummer going to treat the frontman like a fuckin' backup dancer?
• Last night I was at work and "Five Years" came on. David Bowie is completely on one in this performance. I think it's that he says "my brain hurts a lot" that this song kills me.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
You're a Science Baby Now!
• That right there is Bird Turds number ten, ladies and gentlemen.
• So far, it's not looking good for my Crabass ambitions, what with the Lakers leading Denver 1-0. Pau Gasol has been the thorn in my betting side for years now. I have learned that I should never bet against him under any circumstances, and yet I, in what seems like the spirit of masochism, refuse to not bet against him.
• I read this thing the other day in I-D magazine - or I.D. magazine, one - where the guy who designed this website said that he designed it in the way that he did because it's, like, a truer representation of what the internet 'really' looks like. Not only do I not buy it, I'm getting sick to death of people dressing up their recent-nostalgia trips with silly art verbiage. Especially when that kind of thing looks more like this anyway, and all the dude really did was ruthlessly jock U Mean Competitor's steelo.
{Editorial Note: We're not sure why, exactly, the author decided to include that last bit. It sort of went against an old CFY,K editorial adage that maintains that a reader's attention ought never be drawn to anything that he or she wouldn't have otherwise heard about unless it's really good. There's no shortage of websites that do that already, anyway. So. Sorry. - Ed.}
• Man. Last week I was watching this insane shot-for-shot remake of Raiders of the Lost Ark that these like, teenagers made in the eighties. And it was good, you know, sort of. In that, like, wow-I-can't-believe-they-actually-did-this kind of a way. Then, following that, I watched this collection of outrageous clips of Japanese television. And it was cool, too. But afterwards all's I wanted to do was watch something that was either bad because it was actually bad, or good because it was actually good. Or not watch anything and just have a good cry. I felt like a copy editor at McSweeneys.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Bird Turds X 2
• This edition of Bird Turds is based on a youtube video of a turkey fight that S. Higginbotham told me about. And also it is based on the internet.
• Happy birthday to Happy Thawts, my erstwhile Canadian co-host. She just told me that she never had red velvet cake, which leads me to believe that they don't have red velvet cake in Canadia, which makes sense, since red velvet cake is totally awesome.
• From the "Millions of People in Addition to Me Care, But Still It Feels Like Nobody Cares But Me" file: I've been sort of mildly bummed out since Artie attacked his assistant and quit/was fired from the Howard Stern Show. I'm betting it's a hoax, though. So whatever. You guys don't care.
• So so far I've made ten Bird Turdses. (I have released nine of them, but I'm holding back on one. Because, I mean. What if I can't think of one for a while, you know? But if you ask me - and reading this at all constitutes an implicit asking-of-my-opinion on your part - today's two-fer makes up for my keeping one in the clip.)
Being at ten lends itself to all sorts of questions about which I've just begun to entertain the idea of thinking about answering, but that I won't get into here quite yet. Ten is a nice number, anyway, I think. It's nowhere near a number that would be at all comparable to the output of cartoonists both contemporary and throughout history, though.
What are there? Like a thousand Laugh-Out-Loud Cats strips? And then Los Bros have been telling stories about Palomar and Maggie and Hopey for something like twenty-five years now. And in terms of Charles Schulz, forget about it. So. What I'm saying is that I don't want anyone to fuck around and think that me making ten crude Bird Turds comics is even anything like what these dudes have done.
But I think that even having only done ten, even at the beginnings of things, you start to get an inkling as to the way things might end up going. It is already happening that I am beginning to shape the experiences that I'm having into panels and dialog in my mind while they're happening. I think that this is an encouraging phenomenon on two fronts. First, I think that it might be symptomatic of what might one day evolve into a technique of some kind. And secondly, it might be a common thing to have happen, and if it is, then it might be a difficult thing to just "turn off." And if, for the sake of argument, we assume that all that is true, then it gives rise to the notion that maybe there's a secret hidden cache of never-released Calvin and Hobbes comics somewhere in the world.
• Ok. So anyway. It had been a while since I checked out the Top 5's over at Crailtap but today I checked out Tim O'Connor's Top 5. The shit is hilarious. Especially when he gets to the part about that horrible garbage that precedes the best show ever.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Just Make 'Em All
• The above is Bird Turds number seven. I think I did this one before, but it got lost in the move. I've always liked the way that ApeLad over at Hobotopia - author of the always remarkably well executed Laugh Out Loud Cats - draws little birds. So I tried to draw some like that.
• In other news: say it ain't so, Mr. Mora.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Bird Turds Number Six
• It's been a little while since I made a new installment of the Bird Turds comic strip. I feel, like, a little bit worthless if I spend any time at all lately not actively seeking employment. So. Things are touch-and-go here at CFY,K.
• I don't know if this fan-produced Mega Man movie has actually been made yet, but I would like to use this picture as Thee Famousperson's audition.
• In other FP news: I was going to tell her about this picture of the new Love & Rockets comics coming out soon, but she was already all over it.
• "The Drought is Over part 5" came out last week. I doubt if you guys care. I've been on some 90's rap shit lately, word to the Rai Chile a.k.a "Brimsta Mack."
• The Dolorean, it turns out, was the poor man's Dolorean. The lesser-known Bulldog is the purest form. Weird.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
• Above: Bird Turds #5. (There has been some confusion about these things. So. If you click on the above picture it should open up the flickr photo page - I'm not that good at this stuff - in a new tab or window at which point you can click "all sizes" so that you might actually read it. If you feel like it.)
• How awesome would it be to be a foreign correspondent for CNN from your outpost in Secondlife? You could file stories like "Sploders: An Exposé," or "Make Your Lindens Work for You" or an interview with the fifteenth baroness of Bauerhoff de Caledon. You wouldn't have to worry about fact-checking or anything because nobody gives a shit.
• I have recently come across two music videos that have reached, in my opinion, the upper echelons of radness. One of them, "Knights of Cydonia," by Muse, I saw with Jush last night. (Its inclusion here is evidence of how impossible it is, I think, to overestimate the cultural impact of Guitar Hero.) The shit is a send-up/tribute to everything that has ever ruled in movies or television. The other one, "Yahhh," by Souljah Boy (?!) I was going to put up on the last post, but I didn't want anyone thinking that I had ripped it off for Bird Turds #4. Whatever. I dare you to not laugh along with the little dude who's like a cross between Lil Penny and the Great Gazoo.
(Just click on it, dude. There's YouTube action within the answers.)
• I just realized I missed the new episode of The Wire to make this entry. And now I'm all "errgh."
Friday, February 22, 2008
Speak the King's English
• That right there is Bird Turds number four. (Number five is currently in production.) I hope you guys are liking these things. I want to make enough of them for, like, Bird Turds to have its own little website. But that's a ways off, I think.
• This week brought the return of Sir Dizzle Dafoe. You must love that. Nonstop face feeding and nonsense.
• From the "Caught Sleeping Once Again" File: Yesterday I was listening to Wale's 100 Miles and Running mixtape (put together by that kid Catchdubs), thinking that, as much as Wale shouts out Malice and Pusha T and has a whole skit about how rappers with "Lil" in their names are horrible, he should really get on a track with Weezy. But then he already did.
• Stunt Kitty (via Drawn) isn't making me guffaw, exactly, but it is good for a "heh."
• Ladies love Gustav.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Now With Something Like User-Generated Content!
• I have made yet another Bird Turds comic. I like this little bird. (You can click "all sizes," by the way, to see it in all of its bigness.)
• That photo up there was taken by one S. Higginbotham, of a rug that she actually owns.
• I guess when a band already has a video on Mtv - of all places - it's a pretty solid indicator that I've been sleeping on them for, like, entirely too long. (It's weird that having a video on Mtv these days means almost exactly the opposite of what it used to mean. Like, now you're probably less likely to check out a band if you see that they have a video on Mtv. They've become like Oprah's Book Club for music videos. Either way, times are hard since I became broke as hell and fascists took away the Good Shit Catalog.) Whatever. Vampire Weekend is good, and I like any band that makes a song about an esoteric grammar issue. (Should that be "grammatical" issue?)
• Pardon me, but I think that that Lindsay Lohan spread in New York Magazine (possibly NSFW) might be - and not necessarily for what some might consider to be the "obvious reasons" - the best thing she's ever done. Or at least since Mean Girls.
• From the Obligatory Lil Wayne Reference file: this old post from a random blog might contain the best comment I have ever read.
• Raver sent me a link to this website called Stuff White People Like. The shit's funny. (Fuck! Dutch city bikes! Guilty as charged!)
• More from Mrs. Higginblatt: Fitness Celebrity John Basedow has met his match, and he's got a gun.
• I would like to, here, reiterate my formal request to one Anvil Rabbitt (get iTunes, already) for pictures of Schnabel's new building, the Palazzo Chupi. Can it really be as obnoxious as I suspect that it is? Is it possible that it came right back around into awesome territory? I feel that further investigation is necessary.
Friday, February 15, 2008
• I made a new Bird Turds last night, based on an all-time favorite Ghostface lyric. (The internet says that the words are a little different than how I have them, but I think Shamanzo and others would agree that my interpretation is correct.)
• My new favorite radio show is Coast to Coast AM. How did no one tell me about this before? Late-night UFO conspiracy theory broadcasts? That is my shit! Me and Rainuts were going to make, like, one of those terrifying songs that uses weird disembodied voices and atmospheric sounds out of this thing, but then we found out that Tool used it first.
• This guy Ben Pearce's Flickr photostream is amazing. (It's also where Holotone gets his profile pics! (Read: "via Holotone."))
• Because I abruptly switched sides and decided to bet the smart "money," and therefore suffered a devastating crabass loss, it has taken me a while to be able to appreciate Carl Brutanananadilewski's enthusiasm for the New York Football Giants' Superbowl victory. But I think enough time has passed.
• I want to live inside of a shipping container.
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