I hate your birthday

wordley: Business card template number 2. I think I might...

Wed, 30 May 2012 21:31:35 -0400

wordley:

Business card template number 2. I think I might actually print these bad boys, I like how this came out.

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Sun, 27 May 2012 18:29:10 -0400

How I’ve been starting my mornings: Smoking with Keith.

Sun, 27 May 2012 10:23:14 -0400

How I’ve been starting my mornings: Smoking with Keith.

Making Friends

Sat, 26 May 2012 09:30:01 -0400

It’s tough meeting new friends as an adult these days. Especially in the New York City/New Jersey area. I go out, and meet some people; strike up a conversation. Other guy could be very cool, funny person; all I’m thinking is: “Why the fuck is he wearing a bow-tie?”

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Fri, 25 May 2012 06:08:36 -0400

Song Of The Day: Jack White :...

Sat, 19 May 2012 16:10:42 -0400

Song Of The Day:

Jack White : “Love Interrupted”

I’ve been digging his latest solo album a good deal, nearly every track a joy.

Currently Reading.

Thu, 17 May 2012 09:16:49 -0400

Currently Reading.

nevver: Typewriters of Writers

Tue, 15 May 2012 17:25:59 -0400

nevver:

Typewriters of Writers

Forecast of the Future of Gaming.

Sat, 12 May 2012 13:29:04 -0400

We won’t even be talking about SONY any longer.

Microsoft will dominate till Apple drops a foot in the console race.

Nintendo continues to do the same thing it always does: totally ignore the competition.

Barrels will still explode, but you’ll be making it happen with your feet.

mattbraunger: fuckyeahbehindthescenes: Jack Nicholson...

Sat, 05 May 2012 06:38:34 -0400

mattbraunger:

fuckyeahbehindthescenes:

Jack Nicholson preparing for the famous ax scene.

The Shining (1980)

This. Is. Incredible.

gamescrunch: Max Payne 3 - screenshots Release Date:...

Thu, 03 May 2012 07:30:14 -0400

gamescrunch:

Max Payne 3 - screenshots

Release Date: 5/15/2012

A middle-aged drunk looking to buy his way to peace with two fists of gun. Obviously, this is a must buy.

thegoodfilms: Steve Zissou One of my favorite characters,...

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 19:05:21 -0400

thegoodfilms:

Steve Zissou

One of my favorite characters, from one of my favorite films. Portrayed by no big surprise.

Legend.

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 13:36:06 -0400

Legend.

fyeahnubby: I guess he’s on the prowl for a goose or some such...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 18:47:12 -0400

fyeahnubby:

I guess he’s on the prowl for a goose or some such nonsense—he’s a damn dog.

mattivere: Day in the Park with the dog and the hubby.

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 15:14:01 -0400

mattivere:

Day in the Park with the dog and the hubby.

Elected Kings end the same way.

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 07:28:28 -0400

Elected Kings end the same way.

tonymoore: Jesse Custer from Preacher, and his...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 10:07:56 -0400

tonymoore:

Jesse Custer from Preacher, and his conscience.

Badass to badass. Preacher was a fantastic book.

Ever since I saw James Caan smash one into a crazed Kathy Bates,...

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 21:20:53 -0400

Ever since I saw James Caan smash one into a crazed Kathy Bates, I knew I wanted to be a writer. Sure, there’s the occasional hobbling, but as they say, you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

I also have a typewriter fetish.

chroniclesofdave: Dear World…FUCK OFF!

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 10:16:41 -0400

chroniclesofdave:

Dear World…FUCK OFF!

The closest I can get to any real religion is music. I’ll let...

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 20:26:00 -0400

The closest I can get to any real religion is music. I’ll let the dull commonness of that wash over you for a moment.

Doo dee doo…

I’m a fan of Rock. In fact, I’m a fan of Rock ‘n’ Roll. I’m willing to stick my neck out there and risk potential cool-points by using the dated colloquialism the genre used to go by. Shocking as it may be to those who know me, I am a fan of purity. To a degree. Nothing I’d bet my life on, but enough to put a smile on my face. I try to keep it real, yo. You feel me?

All this and I’ve got a toothache. Always somethin’.

When I want to to really go…well. I’ve tried some shit. Nothing I’d recommend, but I’ve tried some shit. Seen some other shit in action. (Keep it simple.) I’m citing self-clarification in certain areas to prove known regard in highs beyond morning coffee. Yet, I’ve never personally enjoyed one that out ranked seeing AC/DC live in concert. Comedian Jim Breuer once credited AC/DC as the inventors of the “Head-Banging” genre; they just played that damn loud. It’s near impossible to stand still, long term fan or not. The two in back, Cliff Williams and Phil Rudd; they spend most of the evening hitting you in the chest with a sledgehammer. The two in front (since the death of Bon Scott:1980) Brian Johnson and Angus Young, chime in to shock your brain into anthropomorphic life with sharp guitar licks and a powerful gravel that your grandmother could only wish to park her coupe on.

I’m daring enough to enlist deep meaning from a few tunes by AC/DC. You don’t see those kind of balls out many people besides a few Popes. Little credit for being out on the limb is all I’m asking. Really. And some money. That’d be nice.

The purity being a complete lack of connection to the grander issues broadcast to you on a constant basis: The Middle East is a nightmare. The dollar will soon be meaningless. Here’s you’re favorite movie star saying “Gook,” during a private phone call. Tonight we’ll discuss the President’s favorite basketball teams. I defy you as a modern American to escape the day without coming across at least one media outlet’s regurgitation of minor human infraction/obscene long-shot of planetary doom. The shit you read on your fuckin’ Ipad counts. (I capitalize the first letter, because that’s how English fucking works.)

AC/DC songs are about screwing, drinking, and standing around “rockin’ out.” I’m sorry I can’t give you a proper definition of what that actually entails, but I do promise it’s usually harmless besides a few subtracted public dignity points; which we all deserve now and again anyway.

Music translates. Personally and broad. How the translation reads to you is singular and usually divine. AC/DC translates to me as: Go enjoy your life a bit, make a few (i.e. many) mistakes and have a fucking laugh now and then you droll twat.

Words of wisdom, by five of short guys from Australia.