BRR Monthly Mix :: March 09 :: Booming & Zooming

So February is over, huh? Crazy. Another month gone, and so quickly, too. But you know what, you deserve something for making it through, so here, here's a mix:


Get it here or, if that's too slow, try here. Let me know if you download it. I'm always curious to know who's listening.

We also had two mixes from members of the Mixtape Brigade. I know, I couldn't believe it either! And guess what? They're both really good.

Philippe dropped his Spruce Goose mix, which you can download here. And Dave dropped Rainy Days, which is available over here.

Go download their mixes and let them know what a great job they did. I've added their links to the Master List along with this month's mix, so that's all up to date. And remember, if you like what you hear, leave a comment, pass it along and make one of your own.

Did anybody else throw one together? Let me know and I'll post the link. Or if you didn't, well, start working on April's mix, you ding-dong. I know I am. I have a title and everything: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack. What do you think? Cool?

Anyway, until next time, Make Mine Mixtape.

New Sparkle Power Prints

We added some new prints to Candace's shop. We figured that with the world in a state of depressing panic, we'd do our part to bolster confidence with a series of prints we've entitled Daily Affirmations.

The prints are 8" x 10", printed on handsome text weight kraft paper and come in five colors: grape jelly (purple), grasshopper (green), orange peel (uh, orange), blueberry (you guessed it: blue) and sunburn (red). They are also perfect for framing. See?


There are five prints so far, with captions taken from song lyrics. Can you guess which songs they come from?







If you know anybody who might be interested, send them our way. Thanks.

Interviewing With the Starz! - The Most Reverend Ryan C. Adams

Today's interview comes from my good buddy Ryan C. Adams. You know, this guy:


Oh wait, that's not a very good picture of him. His ears look kinda big and that poncho isn't all that flattering. How's this?



Aaah, much better. Ryan and I met in a guitar class in high school where we were two of like five normal people in there. We've been friends ever since. He is my bro. We are bros. Some day I'm gonna write my review of Melinda & Melinda (SPOILER ALERT! It's terrible!) and we will kick off our series of reviews of Woody Allen films that we've entitled Deconstructing Woody.* (Which is my #2 pick. My first suggestion was Got Wood? which I still say is classy and clever.)

Ryan blogs here. I urge you all to add it to your feed-reader. The guy is a legend like Hercules or Achilles or Ed Koch.

And here's his interview:

Name: Ryan Chandler Adams

Hometown: Castle Rock, CO, via Las Vegas

Occupation: Advertising

Favorite type of donut:
Definitely the Firestone XJ27. You can drive up to 50MPH on this bad boy, as opposed to the industry standard 45.

Would you rather be mauled by a bear, stung to death by bees or eaten by a shark? Why?
First of all, thanks for asking. Second, I would choose to be stung to deaf by bees. I would miss my hearing, but I’d have some sweet tattoo-like scars, which would allow me to get around that whole “no tattoos” rule, established by my wife, that I’ve been trying to get around for years.

If your life were a song, what song would it be?
“Blame it on the Rain.”

If you could only watch one film for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Either the TV version of This is Spinal Tap, or Mr. Deeds. If I could cheat, I’d record them both on one VHS tape and consider them one film.

If you had your way, where would you live out the rest of your days and how?
I would live out the rest of my days in a coffin, approximately six feet under ground. That way, when I finally did die, I’d have all my stuff with me.

What would your like your tombstone read? (Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you)
“How come Dylan promised he wouldn’t kill me if I answered this question, and then he turned around and killed me?”

The Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
Three Stooges. If it’s between an erudite reflection on society set to music, or a dude getting blasted in the eyeballs by some other dude’s pointer finger, I’m going with the cornea crash.

What three TV shows can you not miss?
Frasier, Seinfeld, and the one about that black doctor with all those kids.

If you could erase one social problem with the flick of yr wrist, what would it be and why?
Easy. The internets.

Who was your earliest remembered crush?
I can’t say. He reads this blog. And by “reads” I mean “authors.”

What five things do you hope people know or think about you?
1. I can’t stand long answering machine messages
2. Cheese tastes good, but if I eat too much I get all bloated and stuff
3. I don’t like the way my hair smells after I leave a casino
4. I love my wife and kids (the real ones, not the Wayans sitcom)
5. I only lie when necessary

What three things are you terrified that people know or think about you?
1. How closely I resemble RDT.
2. How I get all bloated and stuff when I eat cheese.
3. I’m actually a hack.

The Stones or the Who?
The Who. And don’t get me started on people who choose the latter between the Beatles and the Stones.

If you could have any super power (flight, x-ray vision, the ability to talk to undersea creatures, etc.), what would it be and why?
I’d love to be able to jump really high. Though it would stink to have to wear a helmet all the time.

What is the deal with airline food?
I know, right? Why can’t restaurants make food as good as airline food? That’s what you mean, right?

What is your greatest unrealized ambition?
Pitching for the Rockford Riverhawks.

Most embarassing moment ever. Go!
I got beat up by girls when I was in grade school. They were younger than me.

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And that's Ryan. Next week, we'll be interviewing Dave Larsen. Do not miss it. Same blog-time, same blog-channel.

* Is anybody interested in contributing a review of a Woody Allen film? Let me know and I'll give you some films to choose from.

Sunday Comics - Forever Is A Long, Long Time

Yes, that is a super-powered space hippy blowing up a sadistic amusement park with a laser gun. You're welcome.

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Image from Forever People #6, found in the indispensable Jack Kirby's Fourth World Omnibus, Volume 2.

Mister Andy Kaufman's Gone Wrestlin'

I bought the heck out of this. I love the unibrow and the little line of chest hair. He also came with a stretcher and a neck brace. I went back and forth on whether I wanted to spend money on him, but in the end I listened to that little voice inside of me that said, clearly and forcibly, "Are you seriously not going to buy an Andy Kaufman action figure? You will regret this ten years from now."

So yeah, I now own an Andy Kaufman action figure. The fact that I can post those words on the Internets proves that the universe is on our side.

Bunnyboy

I drew this fella during a meeting at work. I think he's pretty cool.


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Also, our La La Love You poster was featured on Apartment Therapy's Ohdeedoh offshoot. Which is pretty awesome. You can pick one up for yourself at Candace's shop, SparklePower! Yay, team Sparkle Tuff!

Dance, Monkey, Dance

So, I'm really trying to not be all "So, I haven't posted in a week," and then explain why in tedious detail. You don't care about all that, right? You just want to be entertained. You just need something to pop up on your internets that will make your day a little brighter. You just want the monkey to dance. "Dance, monkey! DANCE!" you cry from the audience, your voices shrill and raspy, your breath tasting of aluminum and defeat.

And I dance. Oh, how I dance. I shred the spotlight like wet crepe paper, my dervish all a'whirl and my lucidity fading as I break on through like Jim Morrison or Grant Morrison or Toni Morrison or Morris the Cat from those 9 Lives commercials. I dance in a trance in my corduroy pants to music that makes no sense and in any case, it's not audible. Not to earth-people, at least. We have crossed the threshold between reality, fantasy and New Jersey. Where we're going we don't need roads. Only blog posts. Posts of sturdy bloggage with which we will build the log cabin of dreams in the territory of fantasy in the township of unreality, off the coast of make-believe where imaginary dolphins play.

So yeah, let's do this thing. Let's blog. Let us get our blog on like the star-crossed mamma-jammas we are and always will be, forever and ever. Let's get our blog on:

* We watched Fishing With John over the last couple of nights. It's brilliant. You can read about it here and you can catch most, if not all, of the episodes on the YouTubes. I highly recommend the Tom Waits and Willem Dafoe episodes. Also, I am now John Lurie's (the John of the title) Facebook friend. So basically, I'm more famous that you.

* My new goal in life is to find this book and feast up on it's secret knowledge. Judging just by the cover, I can safely say that that could be the raddest book ever written.

* I'm reading Volume 2 of the Jack Kirby Fourth World Omnibus collections, and I will continue to tout the genius of Jack Kirby. Seriously,there is some mind-bendingly radical stuff in those pages.

* The new Franz Ferdinand and M. Ward albums are pretty excellent.

* Did you download Dave's mix yet? No? Why not? You really should. Also, why didn't you make a mix last month? I, like David Bowie, am very disappointed in you.

* Make sure to watch out for chimpanzees. Seriously, this is terrifying.

* I've been listening to a lot of This American Life while I'm work-work-workin' and I must say, that is a fine radio program. Although I must confess that am now 82% whiter than I was before I started on my rigorous TAL regiment. So be careful.

* I'm also back on the All Songs Considered podcast and have been sampling the Sound Opinions podcast as well. Again, it will make you significantly whiter, but you're risk-takers. I can see it in your eyes.

* Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, I read some good books: John Hodgman's The Areas Of My Expertise and Malcolm Gladwell's Outliers. I also picked up a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's stories, but have been too scared to crack it's spine. It's hard to unwind while reading tales of cosmic horror, y'know?

* Lost is kicking some major butt, innit? I'm super stoked for tonight's episode, where Ben and Jack have to team up with Magnum, P.I. to help break Matlock out of prison after he was falsely accused of murdering one of the Golden Girls (the sexy one) by Jessica Fletcher and the Simon with a mustache from Simon & Simon. It's totally gonna rule.

Aaaand that's it for now. Leave yr love in the comments.

Interviewing With the Starz! - Patti Lunn

It's that time again, time for another thrilling installment of Interiewing With the Starz. Today's Interviewee is Patti. Patti and I have this weird, incestuous relationship. My dad and I Home Taught (it's a Mormon thing, e-mail me and Ill explain it) the Lunn family back in the day, her husband Dave was my Sunday School teacher and her daughter is my married to my brother-in-law, making Caitlin (Patti's daughter) my sister-in law. Patti blogs here and her blog will make you hungry. You have been warned. Take it away, Patti:


Name: Patti

Hometown: Boston, but I live in Vegas.

Occupation: I make sure lawyers don’t commit malpractice. (I manage the Master Calendar Department in a mid-size LV law firm.)

Favorite type of donut:
Chocolate frosted with a dot of sweet cream cheese and raspberry. (Thank you, Provo Bakery.)

Would you rather be mauled by a bear, stung to death by bees or eaten by a shark? Why?
Ugh ... I guess be eaten by a shark. It’d be quick.

If your life were a song, what song would it be?
"Big Yellow Taxi" by Joni Mitchell.

If you could only watch one film for the rest of your life, what would it be?
It’d have to be a Woody Allen. Annie Hall? More likely Hannah and Her Sisters.

If you had your way, where would you live out the rest of your days and how?
By the sea, very very leisurely. Sigh...

What would your like your tombstone read? (Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you)
You can never be too rich or too thin.

The Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
Definitely the Marx Brothers.

What three TV shows can you not miss?
The Office, Top Chef, The Barefoot Contessa.

If you could erase one social problem with the flick of yr wrist, what would it be and why?
More than likely drugs ... it’s the root of so many other social problems: crime, education problems, poverty, family issues, etc.

Who was your earliest remembered crush?
Kevin Barry in the 1st Grade

What five things do you hope people know about you?
1. That I’m intelligent.
2. That I’m committed to the Gospel.
3. That I’m crazy about the person I married.
4. Maybe that I have good taste? (Shallow)
5. That I’m genuinely happy .

What three things are you terrified that people know or think about you?
I’m past being terrified of what someone thinks (comes with age), but if I had to come up with something it’d be close to this:
1. That I think nobody can do it better than I can. So not true.
2. That I’m “crazy.” (Just means you’re admitting you don't understand me)
3. That I’m aloof.

The Stones or the Who?
"Sugar Magnolia," all the way.

If you could have any super power (flight, x-ray vision, the ability to talk to undersea creatures, etc.), what would it be and why?
I’d want to be invisible, and I don’t want to tell you why.

What is the deal with airline food?
More than likely a study in carcinogens.

What is your greatest unrealized ambition?
No joke, my entire life I’ve wanted to be a nurse. (My daughter provides vicarious pleasure.)

Most embarassing moment ever. Go!
Delivery room. All I’m saying.

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And that's that. Stay tuned next week for a look at a person as white, if not whiter than myself: Ryan C. Adams, Esq. If you're still working on your questionnaire, get it in. And if you've already submitted yours but forgot to attach a picture, get all up on that and send me one. I won't run your interview without one. Because I am hardcore.

My Birthday Present To You

So yeah, I'm 32 years old today. Woo hoo! And, I don't want to brag or anything, but I have managed to accumulate a lot of knowledge about stuff and stuff. One could say that my knowledge of stuff is vast. I also like sharing. So, why not kill two birds with one stone and share my vast knowledge of stuff with you, you beautiful so & so's? So as follows are 32 things I've learned over the last 32 years. Consider it a present from me to you. And there is no receipt, so if it doesn't fit, tough. Re-gift it or something. I don't know. Not my problem. I just give, y'know?

1. Don't listen to the rabble: you can have your cake and eat it too. You just can't keep the fork.
2. The world is full of cool. Cool people, cool things, cool ideas. Live your life so that one day you will die of a cool overdose.
3. When all else fails, there's always break-dancing.
4. Be thankful for everything.
5. Nothing is better than live music. Well, except for a nice, cold Mr. Pibb and live music.
6. If you can't say anything nice, just mutter it under you breath.
7. Sometimes it's okay to say to the world "Where the H are the flippin' jetpacks? I was promised jetpacks."
8. Stop and smell the roses. But watch out for the dog crap.
9. It's a common view that God is some sort of cosmic cop who's just waiting for you to get out of line so he can bust your nose. This is a lie. He is our Father and wants us to be happy.
10. It's a dog eat dog world out there, so thank goodness you're not a dog or you'd have been reduced to cannibalism by now.
11. The admonition to "Keep your arms inside the ride at all times." should be fastidiously obeyed.
12. Read as many books as you can.
13. Nobody likes a tattle-tale. Also, nobody likes to be called a tattle-tale.
14. No matter what you're going through, remember that it could always be worse. You could be having to fight off zombie hordes on top of whatever else you're going through.
15. Art is rad.
16. It's not your Words Per Minute, it's which words you type.
17. If you got something in your head, you gotta get it out. Otherwise it gets stuck in there and infection can set in. Yuck.
18. Robots are not your friends. They are cold, electrically-powered killing machines. You have every right to be terrified.
19. Take the road less traveled. The other one's a toll road and it's poorly paved.
20. Cartoons.
21. If you must kick it, kick it old school.
22. A little Harry Nilsson can fix almost anything. I'd recommend starting with "The Lottery Song" and working out from there.
23. Worrying never solved anything. Except how to win at the Worry-lympics.
24. Don't act like you're all cool just cuz you listen to jazz. Jazz is not cool.
25. Bruce Lee.
26. Be nice to other people. Even those people who really deserve it.
27. Fingernails just keep on growing. Totally sucks, I know, but it's better than being dead, right?
28. Kids are pretty awesome, except for when they're trying to make you insane.
29. I always assume that if I don't get it at first, then it is awesome. It's worked for me so far.
30. Buddy Holly was pretty bad-A.
31. There is nothing wrong with pretending you have superpowers, just don't start wearing your underwear on the outside of your pants and start punching people for kicks.
32. If you love somebody and they love you too, you're pretty much set. Everything else is gravy.

Hope this helps. Peace.

Interviewing With the Starz! - Sarah Barlow

Welcome to the first installment of Interiewing With the Starz. Today's Interviewee is Sarah. Sarah and I both sang in our high school choir and ran with that clique for a while.


Name: Sarah Jane Barlow nee Sarah Jane Garrard

Hometown: Burley, Idaho (yeah, you’ve probably driven past it cuz it is one of those towns.)

Occupation: Co-creator and C.O.O. of Barlow Inc. (does that sound prestigeous?)

Favorite type of donut:
Not that I’m picky when they’re placed in front of me, but I really enjoy a chocolate covered glazed donut. No sprinkles. Just plain. And fresh.

Would you rather be mauled by a bear, stung to death by bees or eaten by a shark? Why?
Well. I SERIOUSLY panic when one bee comes even near me, so I think it would be agonizing to have multiple bees upon me. I do think a shark attack would involve a sense of drowning (which my sister [who seriously drowned when we were at swim lessons] said is really terrifying), and I’ll have to take a pass on that whole scenario.

Simply by process of elimination I would rather be mauled by a bear.

If your life were a song, what song would it be?
“Galileo” by Indigo Girls.

If you could only watch one film for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Thoroughly Modern Millie. Really, I can’t think of any Julie Andrews movie that annoys me.

If you had your way, where would you live out the rest of your days and how?
I would have a cozy home on the beach for winter living where friends and family would visit often and we’d peruse antique shops and book stores before shopping at the farmer’s market.

In the summer I would endure the outdoors-y, campy life in a trailer or cabin with my husband so he could fish his fool heart out and I could read books in complete silence and in the glorious mountains. (However this scenario will probably never work since I would go stir crazy with all the serenity and so I will probably go back to teaching HS English, become a principal, retire, go into politics, fix Nevada’s SCREWED up education system, and then serve mission after mission after mission until I die.)

What would your like your tombstone read? (Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you)
“She really could do everything!”

The Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
Stooges.

What three TV shows can you not miss?
The Biggest Loser, The Office, Grey’s Anatomy

If you could erase one social problem with the flick of yr wrist, what would it be and why?
Only one? How about rudeness in school drop off zones? Can I get rid of Wal-Marts? Nah, I think I would eliminate ignorance. That would be awesome since teenage pregnancy, bigotry, and all sorts of other social ills would be solved with one swoop. Plus, with no ignorance I wouldn’t have to listen to people spout political emails like they are facts when I am at church.

Who was your earliest remembered crush?
Eric Kober. 4th grade. Tall, older than me, blond. It must be my thing.

What five things do you hope people know or think about you?
1. That while I am sure in my beliefs, it does not mean I judge other people.
2. I love my husband and kids more than anything in the world. Anything. Ever. In the world. Universe, really.
3. I overextend myself regularly.
4. I have a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
5. I am a good friend. The kind of a friend people can trust, depend on, laugh with, cry to, and be honest with. Pretty much an all-around B.F.F.

What three things are you terrified that people know or think about you?
1. I have serious affirmation, food, and control issues.
2. I lacked some serious judgment when I was younger and that’s how people still identify and judge me (by those choices).
3. That I fear I will someday be as messed up as my parents.

The Stones or the Who?
Is Aerosmith even in the same department? What about the Bee Gees? (I know, I know, Dylan. Don’t yell at me!!) I’ll pick the Stones, I guess.

If you could have any super power (flight, x-ray vision, the ability to talk to undersea creatures, etc.), what would it be and why?
The ability to freeze time without anyone else realizing it. Then I could do all the mundane house keeping tasks while my kids were on pause or I could stop things if I wanted to make sure to record a special time (ya know, take a reflective moment to journal or feel the joy of an event.)

What is the deal with airline food?
It’s not really a deal. Don’t I normally pay $98.00 for peanuts and a half a can of Coke on my one-way to Salt Lake?

What is your greatest unrealized ambition?
To perform on Broadway. We’re not holding our breath on that one, folks, but how awesome would that be?

Most embarassing moment ever. Go!
Oh, there are so many. I have a pretty good case of foot-in-mouth disease.

On our most recent annual trip to Swiss Days in Midway, Utah we were visiting the son and daughter-in-law of some good family friends. I kept referring to the daughter-in-law by her name, or what I thought was her name: Skye. I made a point to call her by name 3 or 4 times only to have my sister quietly tell me her name was something totally different.

“Her name is Starr.”

I felt like such an idiot and, of course, had to acknowledge (later in our weekend) to the daughter-in-law that I did, indeed, know her name was Starr ... not Skye.

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And that's that. If you're still working on your questionnaire, get it in. And if you've already submitted yours but forgot to attach a picture, get all up on that and send me one. I won't run your interview without one. Because I am hardcore.

Phase One = Complete

So, this is everything for now for the shop. But don't worry, I have a few pages of notebook full of ideas that are gonna need to get out into the real world pretty soon. Until then, enjoy these babies:

Brown T:




Peeps, "I Have No Idea What I'm Even Laughing At Or Why":




Snap, Crackle, Pop in pink & blue:




And the last Peeps (for now) "Ladies Love the 'Stache":

Quest for Questions

A while back, I invited readers to be interviewed by myself. More recently, I sent out a number of questionnaires to those of you who volunteered and have, as of right now, received two back. And that's great. (NOTE: But please, fill it out and send it back. Also, don't forget to include a photo or something with your face on it to go with your answers. Extra credit for hilarious/excellent images.)

Now, I've always heard that you should never ask people to do anything you wouldn't not do yourself. Which is why I butcher my own animals, make my own glue and grow my own Pop Tarts. So, what follows are my answers to my questionnaire.


Name
Dylan Todd

Hometown
Las Vegas, NV, but now I hang my hat in Cleveland, OH. That means I live in Cleveland.

Occupation
I design graphics. Hopefully they are awesome graphics.

Favorite Type Of Donut
The chocolate cake-y glazed ones.

Would you rather be mauled by a bear, stung to death by bees or eaten by a shark? Why?
The shark. It'd be the quickest, I think, though being mauled by a bear is a heckuva way to go.

If your life were a song, what song would it be?
Talking Heads' "Naive Melody." Either that or DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince's "Parents Just Don't Understand."

If you could only watch one film for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Probably Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. The 70's version. With Gene Wilder. Not the Johnny Depp-as-Michael Jackson Tim Burton one.

If you had your way, where would you live out the rest of your days and how?
I'm not sure I've found the perfect place just yet, but I will tell you this: it will be warm, big-ish, have cool shops and a lot of places to hear live music and eat delicious food. So far, that looks like Austin, TX, but we shall see. Any tips on this one?

What would your like your tombstone read? (Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you)
"BRB"

The Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
Marx Brothers, by a country mile.

What three TV shows can you not miss?
30 Rock, Lost and, uh, The FringeOffice.

If you could erase one social problem with the flick of yr wrist, what would it be and why?
Child abuse. That one reeeeally bums me out. If there's a news story on it, I have to leave the room or risk being depressed for days. Then I'd flick away poverty, ignorance, unkindness and finally, people complaining in bank and post office lines.

Who was your earliest remembered crush?
Punky Brewster.

What five things do you hope people know or think about you?
* Despite my strong opinions on anything (and everything) from politics to home furnishings, we can still agree to disagree. I just like debating.
* I love my family. Like, the most.
* Half of what I say is meaningless.
* That the time I was escorted out of that Chuck E. Cheese's was a total misunderstanding and I apologize for punching Chuck E. in the face and calling the Rock-A-Fire Explosion a "bunch of animatronic fascists." But seriously, if you don't want adults in the ball pit, you should probably post a sign or something.
* I really just want everybody to have a good time. Be excellent to each other. "Love thy neighbor." All that stuff.

What three things are you terrified that people know or think about you?
* That I'm a totally rude, obnoxious, stupid, blowhard bore that they barely tolerate.
* That I sort of maybe liked "Mmmbop" more than a little bit.
* That I am not really all that sorry about the whole Chuck E. Cheese fiasco. Or, as it is known in our household, "Chuck E. Gate."

The Stones or the Who?
Y'know, up until a few years ago, I'd have said the Who, easily, but now, as I've gotten a little older and my musical palette has expanded a little, it'd be a tough battle. In the end, the Who produced Quadrophenia and Who's Next, so they win.

If you could have any super power (flight, x-ray vision, the ability to talk to undersea creatures, etc.), what would it be and why?
The power to summon huge flocks (are they called flocks? According to WikiAnswers, they're called either a swarm or a rabble. Who knew? The Internets, that's who!) of butterflies and then to command said group of butterflies to do my bidding. Hopefully I would use this great power in the service of the greater good, but I make no promises.

What is the deal with airline food?
I have no idea. I have never eaten an airline meal. Maybe this is why I don't think Jerry Seinfeld's stand-up is all that funny. Maybe if I had eaten an airline meal, I'd find his insights into such matters piercing rather than pedestrian. His show though, his show is gold.

What is your greatest unrealized ambition?
I want to write a novel and record an album of obscure covers called Best. Mixtape. Ever. I want to cold-cock a grizzly bear, throat-punch a shark and karate chop a swarm of bees in half. I want to see a Caravaggio up close and personal, stroll the Parthenon at sunset and enjoy a homegrown Pop Tart on the red hills of Mars. I want to Rock. Also, I wouldn't mind a little Roll.

Most embarassing moment ever. Go!
We were heading to see Bod Dylan at the House Of Blues in Mandalay Bay and who should be walking the opposite way as us with some random blonde? It was Luke Wilson! So I say to him, "Hey! You're Luke Wilson!" Which is just a stupid thing to say. I mean, *he* knows he's Luke Wilson, right? Duh. Why I felt like I needed to point this out to him, I have no idea.

He sort of wrinkled up his brow, obviously confused why anyone would say that to him, gave me a half-hearted nod and kept walking. Candace couldn't stop making fun of me.

And you know what, I deserved it.

On & On & On

And the hits just keep on comin'. More posters in the shop.

Cyan blue T:




Another Peeps poster, "Sweetheart Of the Rodeo":




Another Snap, Crackle, Pop color variation:





And another Peeps, this one for those of you separated from your true love by some shrubbery and a court order, "I Like Those Pajamas On You":

The Missing Link

The mixx posted yesterday was missing a track. Track 6; R.E.M.'s "These Days." I updated the link all over the place, so if you want to re-download, you should be able to hear it in all it's glory.

You get what you pay for, folks.

Riding To Work In the Year 2032

It's February1, and you know what that means: time for the BRR Monthly Mixx to drop. And here it is:


My birthday's in February. I'll be 32. So I decided to take the last 32 years and select a song from each year for my mix, which I then whittled down to 20 tracks. Hence the title, 20/32.

You can download it here. Let me know if you DL'd it and if you liked it.

Did anybody else make a mix this month?