5.30.2008
808 Weekend.
Ummm. I loved this song back in the day. I will love this weekend. See the connection? Now its time for you to boom like an 808.
Have a good one. Cant wait to see you guys on monday. Literally. Im excited. I may take this blogging thing a bit too far....
clever ads.
Agency : Saatchi & Saatchi London
retraction B*TCHES.
large coffee, black. light on the terrorism please.
Anchor 1: "I f*cking hate Rachelle Ray and everything she stands for."
trapped in the closet. literally.
celeb time.
But Brad and Angie pooped out thier new twins in France last Sunday. And the funny thing is...I was sitting in church that day and a tingle ran down my spin. I thought it was just the left over ruminant's of the new elctro treatment Ive been trying out (I lie sometimes). But, now I know it was actually the birth of Saints Isla Marcheline Jolie-Pitt and Amelie Jane Jolie-Pitt.
Now they only have 26 more bedrooms to fill with children in thier new home....uh, hotel...uh refugee camp.
Ummmm, Jessica Simpson sings country.
Way to come back Jessica. Way to come back...
5.29.2008
You may make love in this club...
So I consider his first single a major success. Usher has always been one of my favorite artists. I remember when he was just starting off. I bopped my head to his girly joints. I even accepted his so called cheating songs (which girls seemed to love, even though in real life happening to them, they wouldn't). Eww...btw, I really wanted the jacket in this video. And then there was a second one. And then a club banger that just seemed to never get off the radio. And I enjoyed them all. To the fullest of their extent.
On this album. The following songs really hit home.
Forever Young
Apetite
Here I Stand
The rest of the album...is wack. In fact, its almost a complete flop. And that saddens me. With the artists out today, you cant be putting out the same type of music you put out in 1996. Styles have changed. Music has changed. And Usher buddy...you need to keep up. Confessions was gold. Every song had potential to be a single. And Im not asking that for every album. But this one is clearly lacking.
You shouldve consulted Diddy. He wouldve made you CD platinum. Im just saying...
Destiny's Hood Child.
Sometimes you get a lil hood, but remember kids...reel it back in. Kudos to Kelly for maintaining.
And on a side note, Ill drop Cater 2 You right here. Cause its a great message.
sinlge white female.
for love of dirt.
stimuli checks.
Nick, 28,
Richie Notsorich, 24,
5.28.2008
Really?...ads.
Presumptuous. That lady on the right might be training for a triathlon and is just a little tired. But no, now she is the butt of a death joke from some agency who thinks its a good idea to place blind ads on the metro north.
Whap. Whap.
Is there no other way to say "this gross tasting drink makes you healthy"?
VIA: Copyranter & Ask a CopyWriter.
american holidays, yes. american airlines, no.
And thanks for the day off too.
Too all the other Americans who decided to create the franchise that is American Airlines. Slowly slit your risks vertically, and lie in a warm tub of water. Please. Do me that favor. Because you have the worst business ever. I use to think that nothing could live up to the experience I had with Delta, when they lied to my face to get me out of the airport only to lock me out and take my bags halfway across the country leaving me in a suit. But alas....AA, went for the gold.
So for my 9pm flight back to Chi-town last night (which I got there at 7pm for) I literally stood in line for an hour and a half. Im talking no more than 25 people in front of me...and I was there for 90 minutes just to check in with one bag. They were talking to individuals for 10-15 minutes at a time- but when you tried to strike up a conversation with them...they would give you the tude "Ive been working since yada yada"::neck roll::. So I stayed clear of that, cause I actually did want to get on my plane. But they literally had 2 people printing out tickets and they closed all of the self printing machines. Flights were getting cancelled left and right and I just knew something was going to go wrong.
And it all began with them telling me my flight as pushed to 11:45pm- and may be cancelled. Luckily, that worked out well, I was on a very comfortable 747 inwhich I closed my eyes on take off and opened them on landing. I was knocked.
So I go to pick up my bag. And I notice that it is wide open. Immediately, I think to myself...someone really did just steal my sh*t. They I thought...f*ck, my new camera. I brought a new digital camera for my bday. And I put the new box, with charger etc. in my bag. So when I saw it, i was devastated...but relieved that I had put the actual camera in my carry-on. So I thought, f*ck you ghetto ass ni**as (I used the N-Word in my head...I never use the N-WORD), I still got my camera, hope you can afford on with your food stamps. Then I realized, they got me...because they have all of the stuff I need to make the camera work, in all actuality...I only have a shell of a camera.
But no. The pure ignorance of my life continues. What comes rolling out on the motorized mat next. The torn-up phone box. only a few feet later...the plugs and charge. Then the intstructions. So these f*ckin jar head literally on the other side of the wall, took the box thinking it had the full monty in it. And when they realized it not complete....they put it back on the belt. To the woman pointing and giggling as she said, "Some got their stuff stolen" , I said as I scrimmaged to right the wrong that was done to me, "I suppose it would be just as funny if they took that raggedy ass wig off you head too."(in my head.)
And on top of that, i was standing around at 2am for 20 more minutes for a cab to go home. It was 40 degrees. In May/June.
So Im tired. Im cranky. And Im running out of airlines that I trust. I mean...Im not going to Singapore, I literally want to take a 2 hour flight from one major city to the another...without a problem.
America. Is that too much to ask?
vh1 is officially back on the map.
I mean...do i really need to say anything else. VH1 has got another hit. I Love Money. In a Real World Challenge (a show I will forever love) sort of fashion, the contestants from Flavor of Love, Rock of Love and I Love New York go against each other for $250,000.
I mean...does anyone remember the first I Love NYs and Flavor of Loves...just the most genius sh*t ever made for TV. I CAN NOT WAIT for this. I simply cant.
Mr Boston. Chance. White Boy. 12 Pack...
YES PLEASE.
5.23.2008
the week's end.
But if it just so happens that it doesnt get better and you dont get through, dont quote me or this blog. I got lawyers and ish.
Have a good three day weekend kids. See you tuesday!
backward thinking ads.
Well, according to copyranter, these are some Ecuadorean plastic surgeon clinic ads that translate into, "No One Will Look Younger than You." And my original thought was...this dont make no sense?
But then I thought about it. And I thought about it. And I figured out that they mean, "we will do such a great job at making you look young, that the young beauties of today will look like old hags." Phew. If one, then 2, times 3 equal 8. I was beginning to think I had lost my advertising touch. And for that...I hate these ads and think they are complicated and stupid. But the photoshop is marvelous.
My head hurts.
Chillen wit My Beamer.
But can he do the electric slide? ::head tilt to the side::
chinas next top model.
According to the press and publication department of the southwestern city of Chongqing (and they are?), the magazine "seriously violated propaganda discipline and went against social morals" and the report constituted an "extremely evil social influence."
People have already been fired, and they are debating shutting down the whole shabang. I guess the real zinger is that the editorial spread hit the stands on the the first of three days of national mourning.
Damn, over react much?
R.I.P To all of the people and families that are suffering right now. The world is a cruel place complicated by humanity and ignorance. I wish you the best.
another anti cigarette, cigarette ad.
sex with cars 101.
UPDATE: There's a video. "Look at those tail pipes...it's the car's anus...grease it up a little and its sensational."
lets talk about you and me.
25:15. What's that you may ask? That is the time it took me run a 5k yesterday.That's 3.5 miles in 25 minutes and 15 seconds. That's a little under an 8 minute mile. The fastest I've ever run a mile in my life. I mean....in the end I felt like I was gonna cough up a lung, but it's all for gold. Yeah right! Out of 23 thousand, I def didn't place. I ran way too fast in the beginning trying to keep up with my team captain (who is a girl who ran 22:02). The fastest guy was a 16:03. At the end I couldn't even muster up energy for a sprint to the finish. So yes...I got beat by a girl. But no....Im not ashamed, I got an awesome time.
I officially have a stylist. A chubby gay stylist with dreads. He name is Avery (no last name).If you don't recall, I use to have to go to the south side of Chicago just for a cut. The barber was a good 20 minute drive away. And after the first 2 trips, that was a total Whap Whap. So, I took the advice of some locals (my roommates who had seen a black barber on the northside) and went to Nappy HairZ. Despite its ignorant name, there was no mistaking that it was an African American Barber Shop right? Wrong. It was a salon. I was straight up sitting there with women in rollers. My stylist/barber is "The best dredder in the northside." And admitted to it rather willingly has he shaped my hair moving and grooving infront of me to some old school jams. But kudos in the end...he hooked me up. I even gave him a $5 tip. And for all of you who don't know, Im on the road to getting dredds. Now you know.
Ummmm, on a side note. That night I had a dream that Avery and his friends kidnapped me and held me hostage somewhere in the middle of IL. They let me keep my cell phone and I kept saying..."I know where you work, I can just call my mom ad she'll have the cops over at you shop in no time." But no one listen to me. It was actually a very disturbing dream. What do you think it means?
In other news....Im doing some interviewing. Its goin ok. Not great. Just ok. there's alot of hesitation due to my lack of in-agency experience. And that's blah. Because....if they knew how much passion I had for this industry and how hard I work once Im actually making ads, they would hire me right away. I swear I cant do anything else with my life. Ho hum, I guess Im ending this post on a high note.
Ill catch yall on the flip side.
lacoste. 2083.
Its like the Matrix meets Power Rangers meets Fashion meets Tennis = only the best wet dream I could ever have.
http://www.lacoste-future.com/
another ipod commercial.
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that song is not exclusivly on itunes. Lets just say...I have it, and I dont use itunes.
Still...nice little spot for an old idea.
munny speakers.
They are just the cutest little things ever.........
With that said, i want some so that I can cut out thier faces, gut them and make me some bad ass speakers.
I mean.....I really, really really want these. But alas, I am too lazy to go about finding them and then constructing them. If someone makes it for me....I'll buy it from you.
And...I mean my b-day is in 20 days......
New Celebrity Lesbian.
5.22.2008
cease and desist.
hair removal...no, i think nature ads.
I think they shouldve threw in a little Indiana Jones reference. Just my opinion.
dance dance evolution.
mr and mrs smith.
WTF.
I know what your thinking. It must be the whip of some glamour whore.....say R.Kelly (mole and all) or Diddy or Beyonce. Nope. This car belongs to Prince Al Waleed from Saudi Arabia.
::head tilt to the side:::
So that's why gas prices are $5 a gallon. The states bought this for him. Well, you are NOT welcome sir.
still watching TV, with no cable.
American Idol. Not that I care...but if you dont know...David Cook (i think his name ie) won by like 12 million online voted. Not the other meek Mormon, David Achucchhhchchletta. Which is kind of sad. Obviously home schooled and hording some type of social disorder...I think it would've been fun to have him win, thrusted into a world of fame, thus starting the dark spiral of fame go wrong (Im talking cocaine, DUIs etc) and eventually ending up on Dr Drews VH1 show all tatted up and with a nose ring chain that connects to his earlobe. Yep. That would've been fun. Now, we are stuck with another Clay Aiken. And another alternative singer...as if we need either in 08'. Ill leave you with these lovely images. Let it sink in. David and David. One of the 2 is considered child pornography in some countries.
Til Tequila (sp?). I dont watch the show....but I would be a horrible blogger if I didn't get you up on what happened last night. Two contestants got in a fight. And, its like one of those fights that make you say, "Oh sh*t, dude got rocked...someone call the ambulance."
Lesson of the Day: Men "in general" should make a rule NO to try and ruin other peoples lives with a fight. No head butting....we are not in a cage fight in Thailand with Vandam. This si america. Fisticuffs only.