Sunday, May 13, 2007

People are such terrible liars

"Ok, I accidently searched for Duck Vagina on Google."

Mitt Romney: Hunk Factory

Here are Mitt Romney's top 6 myspace friends:

#1, his lovely wife Ann Romney

Music: Oldies, Norah Jones, Garth Brooks
Movies: Almost all -- but no scary ones


I find that charming.


#2 Tagg Romney

Harvard Business School '98
Music: Love it all-country, rock, 80s, 70s, you name it; especially Billy Joel, Jack Johnson


#3 Josh Romney

Harvard Business School '05
General: Surfing, waterskiing, snowskiing, reading, travelling and playing with my three
children


#4 Matt Romney

Harvard Business School '03
Look out!
Music: Cake, Ozomatli, Shins, Iz, White Stripes, Beck, Coldplay, Led Zeppelin, Luna, and Bob Marley.

#5 Ben Romney

Modest med student


#6 Craig Romney

Occupation: Music Producer

They're all married.

Romney is the only presidential candidate who has his family in his top 8. It not only shows me he's really family-oriented, but it continues his (so far really effective) campaign to make me feel like a huge faggot. Every time this guy talks I feel like he's throwing me the winning pass, and just letting me soak up the glory of being a real man for one fleeting second while he jumps on the back of an eagle and goes to a Habitat work site. Now I find out the dude had 5 OTHER DUDES that could out-dude me equally well -- INSIDE HIS BALLS.

If he were the fake president in an action movie I wouldn't believe it for a second. He's too much. Put him in a wheelchair or something. I can't stand it.

Can we really imagine an American first family that looks like this?:

It'll be tough.

In the way that running for President is running for Greatest Man in America, I don't know how this guy can be beat. O, wait. It's called light-skinned black, salt-n-pepper 'round the edges, and every hope I've ever had for the future in single eye-twinkle.

If Obama loses I vote he marries Beyonce (or MJB), and they run for King and Queen of the World.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Create Your Own

In my neighborhood café today, I overheard a man place the following order:
“Can I have two slices of whole wheat bread to go?” then adding as an afterthought: “and can you put some peanut butter and some jelly on them?”
Sure.
We even have a name for that.
I have been puzzling over this for hours, and all I could come up with is that being a grown man, he was embarrassed to just order a PB&J, but his desire for one was too intense to be repressed. To this I can only say: well played, sir.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Most Powerful Images of 2007 Awards

It's that time again. Firstly, prose:
Images. Power. Mere words, or so much more than that? We may never know. They say "a picture is worth a thousand words." But then Indains say "a picture steals your soul out of your eyes." Who do you trust? If you're ashamed to answer out loud, we've added our e-mail address to the blog.
Here are the awards.

First Place:



Second Place:


Third Place:


Fourth:


I know what you're thinking. "I was struck with this image's power 30 years ago."
I was too. But then I was struck with the power of the thought "It's a shame there isn't a way to make it sepia-toned." Hello 2007, and hello power. 4th place power.


Until next year, readers "seeers."

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Cruisin' for Justice

This Nation Cruise ad/concept blows my mind in the same way as that Chase Freedom ad with the technofied version of the Rolling Stones’ “I’m Free” playing in the background. My initial conclusions were: 1) words don’t have meaning; 2) neither does anything; 3) the 60s are a collective April Fools' joke, made up by our parents to play on their children, that went too far. Then I realized I am going to be buying this cruise for my parents someday, and in a strange way, the joke has come full circle.
Here’s an epilogue (or prologue??) to Nick’s “An Historical Reenactment”:
An empty room. A technofied version of “I’m Free” begins to play, alongside projected images of Iraq, Woodstock, the World Bank, and Katrina Vanden Heuvel talking about blowjobs on the Colbert Report. Liz enters, looks around, pauses, and then cautiously backs out.