Tuesday, June 29, 2004
from today's l.a. times, mad props to fellow (if not infrequent) funegro-ist, hefe!
"Though the original Doc Ock was conceptualized by comic artist Steve Ditko, the filmmakers have done a spectacular job of making him real on screen. It started with vivid illustrations by conceptual artist Paul Catling and ended with the Doc having his own personal art director, Jeff Knipp, working with visual effects designer John Dykstra and cinematographer Bill Pope."
"Though the original Doc Ock was conceptualized by comic artist Steve Ditko, the filmmakers have done a spectacular job of making him real on screen. It started with vivid illustrations by conceptual artist Paul Catling and ended with the Doc having his own personal art director, Jeff Knipp, working with visual effects designer John Dykstra and cinematographer Bill Pope."
Friday, June 25, 2004
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Aquafina
There's nothing worse than a company with some tired, second-rate product that hires a bunch of techno brand weenies to throw some flash on their site and make them look hip...
There's nothing worse than a company with some tired, second-rate product that hires a bunch of techno brand weenies to throw some flash on their site and make them look hip...
Monday, June 21, 2004
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
friday night i bore witness to the most entertaining show i've ever seen.
prince.
the guy put on a 2 1/2 hour, 32 song show that was simply amazing. from opening with a dance medley of the early hits to powerful acoustic versions of little red corvette and raspberry beret to the sonic finish of purple rain that blew the roof off the aac.
even featured glimpses of his newly refreshed spirituality. to wit, altering the lyrics to "i would die 4 u" this way: "he's your messiah, and you're the reason why."
he is a guitar virtuoso and the ultimate showman.
if you get a chance to see him on this tour, go. (and invite me.)
prince.
the guy put on a 2 1/2 hour, 32 song show that was simply amazing. from opening with a dance medley of the early hits to powerful acoustic versions of little red corvette and raspberry beret to the sonic finish of purple rain that blew the roof off the aac.
even featured glimpses of his newly refreshed spirituality. to wit, altering the lyrics to "i would die 4 u" this way: "he's your messiah, and you're the reason why."
he is a guitar virtuoso and the ultimate showman.
if you get a chance to see him on this tour, go. (and invite me.)
the opening strains of tom sawyer? 1999? black dog?
what are the coolest song parts?
here are 50 of 'em.
let the debate begin . . .
what are the coolest song parts?
here are 50 of 'em.
let the debate begin . . .
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
amazing memories from the cabin.
the sun.
the moon.
the pines.
the fevered horseshoe matches.
the big, generous, ample hammock.
the spooky caves -- and the stimulating conversations to and fro, serving to remind how the means is the end, the journey is the destination.
the controversial scrabble match. (see joe, emo, and whatever that word jeff called his shill eugene about.)
xm.
chef ken's tasty treats.
the milliner quarter.
the biggers flush (or straight -- can't remember).
kris' textbook bluff.
the dreaded two of clubs.
the los pinos breakfast. the bumbling apprentice. the bacon fiasco.
dreaming of 25 things to do.
scheming on the dynamics of relationships by the river with jefe.
humbling the evil mountain ball team.
getting tipping lessons from kris.
then, having 370 miles of glorious new mexican terrain come to life from the back of a harley.
to paraphrase a famous modern philosopher, you can't repossess those good times.
blessings. bigs
the sun.
the moon.
the pines.
the fevered horseshoe matches.
the big, generous, ample hammock.
the spooky caves -- and the stimulating conversations to and fro, serving to remind how the means is the end, the journey is the destination.
the controversial scrabble match. (see joe, emo, and whatever that word jeff called his shill eugene about.)
xm.
chef ken's tasty treats.
the milliner quarter.
the biggers flush (or straight -- can't remember).
kris' textbook bluff.
the dreaded two of clubs.
the los pinos breakfast. the bumbling apprentice. the bacon fiasco.
dreaming of 25 things to do.
scheming on the dynamics of relationships by the river with jefe.
humbling the evil mountain ball team.
getting tipping lessons from kris.
then, having 370 miles of glorious new mexican terrain come to life from the back of a harley.
to paraphrase a famous modern philosopher, you can't repossess those good times.
blessings. bigs
Monday, June 14, 2004
Vonage - The Broadband Phone Company
People don't grasp the ramifications of this yet - but this could be big.
People don't grasp the ramifications of this yet - but this could be big.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
So I jumped port in Hong Kong and made my way over to Tibet.
I got a job loopin' over in the Himalayas. You know -- a pro jock. So I get a job loopin' for none other than the Dali Lama himself. The bald head, the flowing robes . . . striking. So we get up on the first tee and he whacks off about a 10,000 foot crevice down into this glacier. A big hitter, the Lama. Long. So he turns to me and says "Oonga-lagoonga..oonga-googa-lagrunga". So we finish 18 and he starts to walk off . . . you know, tries to stiff me. And I say, "Hey Dali, hey Lama. How about a little somethin' for, you know, the effort? A little moola. And he says, "Oh, there will be no money. But on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness."
So I got that going for me, which is nice.
I got a job loopin' over in the Himalayas. You know -- a pro jock. So I get a job loopin' for none other than the Dali Lama himself. The bald head, the flowing robes . . . striking. So we get up on the first tee and he whacks off about a 10,000 foot crevice down into this glacier. A big hitter, the Lama. Long. So he turns to me and says "Oonga-lagoonga..oonga-googa-lagrunga". So we finish 18 and he starts to walk off . . . you know, tries to stiff me. And I say, "Hey Dali, hey Lama. How about a little somethin' for, you know, the effort? A little moola. And he says, "Oh, there will be no money. But on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness."
So I got that going for me, which is nice.
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