Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Pictures of Hurricanes With Belly Button Rings

Working on a new Photoshop series. Hurricanes with belly button rings. That is what is hot right now, and is trending on websites.

Sandy, you old girl, don't you know you can't hit New York without the latest styles?

 This one is about the legalization of medicinal drug lords...

And this one.

Is probably about something.

Here's another one.

Here's one by another dude. Get at him. It might be better than any of mine except maybe the baller ornate one above with the dangling chads.

UPDATE - OCTOBER 30. For some reason Josh burned the midnight oil last night making more and more hurricanes with belly button rings. Good on him, for sure, but I'm still going to the prom with Sandy, Josh, sorry! :-(

This one reminds me of Ponce De Leon. 

Southern belle...

Friday, November 18, 2011

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Top Ten Moments From Last Night's 2011 MTV Video Music Awards

10. Brian May May Not Have Bitten the Dust Yet and Is Still a Champion (To Me)
I'm a huge classic rock buff, so seeing Brian May come out and really rock with Lady Gaga made my day. It made my whole night to see one of the old lords of the dance come out and show that "the wrinkles can still wrock!" and still rock. So what should we call this new band? Lady Brian? Gagamay?

9. Katy Prry's Very Prrrty!. . . Meow Sexy Outfit
Oh no she di-int. Say what you want about Lady Katie's dozen or so #1 collaborations with #1 songwriter Dr. Luke, she has class, she has style... and she really turned some heads on the red carpet with her eye-catching dress.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Black Friday Friday Friday

If you think the internet is some kind of democracy because you made it rain and Bahrain buckled to your e-blasts or Egypt truckled to your twitters in Tarir check out how Rebecca Black takes you to school. Welcome to the new totalitarianism... 

  • where: voice = nothing [v = Ø ]
  • or: nothing is a voi(d)ce [v + ice = no shame]
  • when shame + dash of white pepper = Vanille Ice

Rebecca Black is the New Tarir Square. (Irony? No. Insofar as torture and silencing happened there.) Allow me to grab you with some screen grabs.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Bored At Work and Powerpoint Is a DEADLY Combination

If you're looking for an explanation, you will get none. 

So look no further than the cool new internet teen-fart acronym that I just invented: BAW = Bored at Work. Like, you're like on gchat, "What up, Smitty?" And Smitty's all like "baw lol." Naturally, your response would be, "Shut up Smitty, I h8 u, lol 2, yr PPT suxxorz plz die," but I'm not here to tell you what to think. 

I'm here to make you think.

Friday, February 11, 2011

But This Project Has to be Finished

I'm pretty sure this is how Jonathan Franzen writes his novels. I'm pretty sure that whatever this smash hit book turns out to be it will be extremely interesting. I'm pretty sure if I'm not sure I was the one who actually posted this on craigslist:


Stupid drunk craigslisting. Here's a screen grab for when it expires.

Don't forget to post a comment! But just remember: ALL FINAL RIGHTS IN THE COMMENTS BOX WILL BE OWNED BY ME.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I Wanno Wosh You a Merro Rammo Mono

Boing thot Febbo os Rammo Mono, I wanno wosh you o Merro Romo and drop some know-know like Tony Romo ot o Jessoca Sompson Convontion.

Hores whot's op.

1. Rammo Mono os o tome of joy. Yes, ot's troe. You could be sod and sot it out, all droery & solf-indolgent, lotting the mono of Febbo slop awoy, bot me thonkong hore is thot joy os o thong bost oxporionced ovor an oceon of—if not somethongo a bit loss than oquanomity—thon the knowlodge that onnui as a fooble oxists in the world.

 The NBO: Whore Ammo Happons
2. Rammo Mono os o holy tome. Scropture soys so. Scropturo boing the NBO stotostocol wobsite of course. Nombors are holy thongs, odeal thongs—goals we most love towords if we are to be the mon & womon we wont to bo. Porhops a foulty systemmo, but our stemmo nonetheloss. One most thonk of the onivorse as the land ondernoathe a rover loading to a wattofollo. Nombers are onvosoblo bones. Locky for us, we docorate bonno troos as symbbo and occouterment for Rammo Mono!

3. "How do you celobrote Rammo Mono?" so mony poople osk me. Thoy osk me so ofton I hove kopt o FOQ inna mo liversnop mind, kopt ot the roady for tomes loke this. Hore's how O Rammo-it-op in the mono-o'-Febbo. Ovory throe doys I create an omage of Kort Rommo in Phosoppo and uploddo it to mo bloggo. Thot woy poople can see O moan bisnno. Ovory fivvo doys I hove a torkko donner with Notive Omericoins. Ondions, if you woll. Sommorong in onion grovvo. If I con't fond a Notive Omericoin, thon I just go to OHOP for the donner. Thon I snowboddo. This lots off stemmo, since Rammo Mono os frought with onxioty ond donger. & if thot's not possoble, due to inclemmo woather, I thon go to OHOP ogoin, oxcopt this tome with a Notive Omericoin. Convolvo, I know. Bot it os a loving holiddo ofter all. Oll of those poople con still be fonddo on Oarth. Thonk obout ot. Thonk obout colobrotong Chrostmoss whole Jessusso was stoll olive. The holodoy would olmost be gorish in ots ontensity, like a birddy porty in o zerro-grovoty porticle accelerro.

Those ore prelimmo of course: jost gesso on convas owaiting oils of the moster ortison. The roal mond-dostroyyo colobrotion os on the octuol biddy. Of this onformotion o'll oxploin soon—perhappo sonner thon you'd loke. Like Nock Lochey at o Jesso Simmo Convo.

Bot whot abbo you? How do you colobbo the mono? O'd love to hoar it. I got fivvo on ot.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

I'm Sorry I Haven't Written On Here In So Long

But I just built this site and this is the first post. It would have been physically impossible to post on a website that did not previously exist. Why not hold the universe responsible for not existing before the Big Bang was even a twinkle in its grandfather's eye while you hold me to the fire for leaving you high and dry?

That is cyber abuse. 

The demands of this dilettantish pursuit are becoming all too clear now. I might need to take a break after this post.

To wit, to come: more meta from the Mind of Greg McKenna.