"I Put the Wheels In Motion, A Time For Big Decisions"

There comes a time in a man's life when he's faced with a decision that just must be made. The lady or the tiger? Soup or salad? The orange tie or the orange-er tie?

Well, dear readers, I am faced with a similar, King Solomon-esque, decision of immense proportions: which version of the new Spoon album, Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, to purchase?

There's the CD with a bonus disc featuring exclusive tracks or there's the super-sweet LP featuring a coupon that allows you to download mp3 tracks from the Merge site (including the bonus tracks) or I can wait and download it from eMusic OR I can just buy it from like Best Buy when it comes out.

Do you see my dillemma? It is of immense proportions! I am totally freaking out over here!

A Film By Kirk

Goodbe, Gilmore Girls. It was fun while it lasted and then the CW got all stupid and fired Amy Sherman-Palladino and then you got dead after a terrible final season. I will miss you.

I will especially miss this guy:

Will You Be My Blog Buddy?

I always feel weird about adding people's blogs to my sidebar. I mean, what if they're hiding out from the law and I just blew their cover? Though to be honest, if you're hiding out from the law, you probably shouldn't write about it on the internet. Seriously, that's just sloppy. Maybe you deserve to be caught.

I'm always flattered when people put me in their sidebar, but I always feel weird about putting people in mine. It's sort of junior high-ish, I know, but what if somebody doesn't want to be seen standing (digitally speaking) next to me?

So, if you're a regular reader and would like your blog handsomely displayed in my sidebar, please leave a comment with your blog address. I'll display the blogs by title, alphabetically. Now is your chance to hop aboard the juggernaut that is the Big Red Robot Internet Machine That Is Rolling Across America Like A Steamroller On Drugs.

Pretty Persuasion

Now I'm not saying I'm planning anything, but let's just say, hypothetically speaking of course, that I were to to keep track of the top ten commenters on this blog for the month of June. You know, just keep a running tally of those people who put their proverbial money where their proverbial keyboards are, so to speak, and have their proverbial voice heard proverbially on the important things, like who would win in a fight between Dracula and El Santo.*

It wouldn't be totally out of character for me to, say, give a super sweet mix CD to those top ten commenters at the end of the month, would it? Hypothetically speaking, of course. I'm just saying, it's not like there's no precedence, right?

*(El Santo wins... this is no contest, really. El Santo always wins. Except versus M.O.D.O.K. That'd be a tough one to call. Let us pray it never happens. Truly this would shake the very heavens)

Advertising Is Crazy

I was reading in the "Ideas" section over at Veer about the Art Director's Club awards last week and this was one of the winners. Wow. It's quite genius.

Then there's this which my homie Allen, aka "Tenbu" pointed me toward. And let's not forget the yodeling bunny ad that also won at the ADC awards.

It's amazing the amount of surreality they've been able to get away with while selling little brightly-colored candies. The spirit of Salvador Dalí is cackling maniacally while devouring fruit flavored candy and kittens somewhere.

Seriously, can you imagine them pitching these ideas to the board of directors for the Skittles company? I imagine it going something like this:

"So there's this rabbit that sings and this guy trades his Skittles for it because really, who wouldn't want a singing rabbit, but the rabbit won't stop singing and it's really annoying so the guy goes to trade back, but the other guy's just eating the Skittles and the first guy is just standing there with the singing rabbit and he is sad. So, when can we shoot this? Does anybody have any more blow? Is this floor moving? I am hot. Are you hot? It is hot in here."

These guys must be amazingly persuasive to get these weird things produced. Like, "Selling Ice to an Eskimo," persuasive. Like, "Selling Crazy to Tom Cruise" persuasive. Like "Selling Drunk to Lindsay Lohan" persuasive. Like "Selling Creepy to the Transvestite Exterminator" persuasive. These guys are good. Watch out because they may just use their powers for evil and make you do things. Bad things. Like rent Be Cool or shave little Vanilla Ice lines in your eyebrows.

And lastly, in a not-at-all-related item, do not click on this link! Doing so will make you want to claw your eyes out with your fingernails. You have been warned.

Why I Fear the Tow Zone

Am I the only one who, when he sees this:

Immediately sees this:

Do you see it too or am I crazy? Seriously, I will never park in one of those spaces for fear of Charles Manson.

Quote For the Day

"You may think I look sad
But I am just sleeping
It's my facial expression
I'm probably dreaming."

David Byrne
"Sad Song"

Dude, So I'm Crazy

Okay so I spent a couple of hours going back through the blog and tagging my posts to make it easier to look for something. I also did this because I am crazy. You will notice a long list of links to the right. These are the tags for my blog. Enjoy.

Fun With YouTube

I was looking on YouTube for this horrible "Visit Detroit" ad I saw the other day and found this gem instead. WARNING: This will scar you for life. You have been warned.

"I Saw It And Wanted To Try It."

I found these last weekend when I volunteered to help move books from a local junior high. I love the fact that their first question for the first man on the moon isn't: "So, First Man On the Moon, huh? How was that?" It's "Did you fight in any wars?" Genius.

I'm assuming they got an "A."