lets talk about you and me.

well, more like...just me. Its time for a life update I guess.

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.

Ummmm, lets just say that after watching this spot, I immediately checked out the website. I never do that......



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.

Because I love the song...and I sorta like Apple.



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.

Why did I not know what a Munny was?

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......

i knew I forgot something.

Someone shoulda said a prayer for the success of the church.

New Celebrity Lesbian.

Lesbian Alert!!!!!!

Lindsey Lohan and.....um, whoever the hell Samantha Rohson is looking as if they might be more than Best Friends for Life. More like scissoring sisters for Life.

And lets face it people....even if it is platonic, a ploy or just a few lucky snap shots...the potential is far to great not to make public.

VIA EvilBeet.

cease and desist.

the applications for my summer gf have literally exceeded my expectations...and by exceed, I mean I got one email that told me to "look into a life of Christ." So...Ive decided to approach this situation from a different direction. I'm just gonna buy some summer love.

And thanks to Drew Burrows, I can do that. He created an infra-red, light sensitive a 2-D bed girlfriend.

"...a single mattress, tucked into a dark, curtained back room of the showcase space. On it: a lithe brunette. She's perfectly quiet, but once you sit or lie down, she responds to your every move. Lie on your back, she snuggles up right next to you in a log position. Curl up in the fetal position, she spoons."

Drew, a 28 yr old grad student admittedly says that school has taken over his life and leaves him coming home to an empty bed every night. Awwwwwwwww, Drewy-poo. The only draw back, he proclaims is that she is 2-D.

To that I say, "And??????? At least you wont have to put up with all the extra nonsense."

Lesson of the Day:

Ladies, step up your game. You could be getting replaced.

hair removal...no, i think nature ads.

Deforestation....Harrison Ford, I totally see the connection.




I think they shouldve threw in a little Indiana Jones reference. Just my opinion.

dance dance evolution.

This Throwback Thursday brings to you.....old school dances (only my favorites of course). Before there was pop lock and droppin, souljah boys and lean and rockin with it....there were classic moves that needed to be performed to perfection before you could deem yourself to have...what I like to call rhythm.

This was difficult one to put together...so yall better comment on this.

In no particular order...these are the classics:

1. Da Butt. Premiered in School Daze in 88. "Do it in da butt."

2. The Roger Rabbit. I needed to know this dance, as price of admission to my first school dance.

3. The Bogle. My signature move whenever some reggae came on. This also ALWAYS, Always, ALWAYS lead to the Heel-Toe.

4. the Bounce...which was literally the dance from 98 to 2002.

5. The Butterfly! Bye please. I use to kill this dance. And dont let it be "Heads High" you might even see the caterpillar. Heyo!

6. The Electric Slide. A rhythm learners guide. A necessity, in my book. It will be played in my wedding at least 3 times (im talking about the walk down the aisle). It is indeed electric.

7. The Macerena aka life changing 6th grade song.

8. And then as I got older Bad Boys became a main contender. Enter...the Harlem Shake. Now, this is probably the closest thing to the silly dances out now. But this is just too classic to not have on my list.

You may not be kid and play....but these are essentials. Get on, if you arent already. There may be a quiz.

mr and mrs smith.

I love me some Angie and Brad. ive admited this before...but Brad is my man crush. And Im ok with that. And Angelina....is a PMILF. Look at those melons (the top two). And they are trying to save the world one adoption and one 3rd world nation visit at a time. But Angie's publicist should've nixed this video of Angie back in the hay day when she use to get high on the heroin. Its really a big bore. But you can tell she is def on something...the convo is ever so trippy. Its exactly what you would talk about when your on drugs (not that i would know).

WTF.

check this pimped out Mercedes worth $4.8 MILLION.




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.

so there is a comcast situation in our house, and basically...the sh*t doesn't work right. And I dont know about you, but i never experienced more problems with cable than when I moved out her to Chicago. Even in the hoods of NY the cable always worked properly. Infact...I cant remember the last time I tampered with the cable box behind my TV in NY. Oh, yes I do...never. But no worries. I still caught all the good stuff and relate it to you in the high points that will ultimately define my future.

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.

Real World. Its official. This is one of the best seasons since the 90s. My boy Greg is literally against the entire house. No one likes him-not even the albino stripper. He is very childish and it is coming down to everyone doin stuff to him just to get him back for being a douchebag weirdo. And lets face it, thats funny. Kimberly, the blond southerner is really starting to bug me. She is really two faced and holds herself on a pedestal. She is one of those girls that will smile in your face a belittle you if you have problems, but is a crazy back stabbing hypocrit when it comes to her own sh*t. Its college antics really. And whats an episode without a Sarah call home to her parents who basically tell her to go read the bible when she has any problems. She's like, "Im going home" and her moms response, "Jesus wonldnt go home."

Thanks mom...you always know what to say to get things in perspective.

Hell's Kitchen. Same crap different week. Except a cook cut the tip of his finger off. And I almost puked on myself..literally. I could never be a doctor. Id be like...."that's gross, call a diferent doctor." On a side note...did you know that Doctors cant write thier own perscriptions. I would be such a druggy doctor if it wasnt for that. Whap whap!

LOST. Season Finale is next week. Word on the street is that they promis to wrap this show up some time next year. I think Ill stay on board.

I think thats it. I was in bed by 9om on Monday. Last night was really the first time I watched more than an hour of TV. Im telling you comcast is ruining my life.

Chow.

headless wednesday.

Sorry...busy day. I got nothing for you. But this decapitation.

Viva la Vida.Coldplay.

Im not a big coldplay fan...but I really like this song. Enjoy!

stylish bluetooths give direct connect to god.

The concept of Bluetooths kinda baffles me. Unless you are in the car driving or a doctor always on call, I do not think that you are busy enough to wear a blinking, oh so cool, wireless earphone in your ear all day long. Plus, there is a fine line between crazy crackheads that talk to themselves and normal people who talk to themselves. And the star trek ear piece doesnt help define that line.

With that said, Jawbone offers a new stylish blue tooth that “blurring the lines between jewelry and headset.” So now...you can look like a stylish douche when your having such an important conversation that your pristine hands cannot hold the phone up to you ear. Good stuff no? I mean, the freakin hear piece is leather.

I know, I know...I'm riddled with sarcasm right now. But seriously...if these things make you look anything like the Messiah (and make your shirt disappear)...which they do to this young gentleman above, I'm in. I know my Dad is. He loves bluetooths.

I guess in the end...you have to ask yourself..What Would Jesus Do?