Rad Rides
It’s a “S550″ Chrysler?
“Honk if you like unicorns.”
I don’t get it.
Um…
I don’t know… who dat? (sic)
Courtesy of L.A.
Yes, thank you.
Just the guy I was looking for.
– Posted Mobilly From My iPhone
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Just say no… to movado.
I find myself stuck in a dilemma. It is imperative that I get my hair cut. This is because each day I appear to look more as though I am homeless and I have two events that I must go to where I am certain that things will not go well if I resemble a homo neanderthalus (sp). The problem is that my barber is in the hospital. He is an older gentleman, and recently he had a heart attack with a side of blood poisoning. This is not good because I need a haircut and he gives the best one you can buy for thirteen bucks. But, this is only part of the larger issue: ultimately we expect our barbers to be immortal. Dammit! They are immortal.
Furthermore, it is important that you trust your barber, because if you don’t, you may end up leaving the shop looking like a scalopped potato, or a caveman.
I find myself sitting in the barbershop right now as I write this. I am waiting for another scissor slinger whom I don’t trust. I don’t trust him primarily because he is wearing a Movado wristwatch. These people, movado-wearing people, cannot be trusted. This is primarily because movado watches represent a false sense of sophistication and an even less of a sense of class.
Here goes nothing…
… And ultimately I was right. Don’t trust people with movados, and for pete’s sake, don’t trust people without sideburns.
– Posted Mobilly From My iPhone
Thursday, September 3, 2009
How to destroy your family’s namesake in four minutes and three seconds
The Adverts first sang about Bored Teenagers in the late ‘70’s. Today, Justin Bieber, a 15 year old that looks like he is 10, sings about looooooove in his song One Time. You should know that I am ready for his advice because I often look to pop music, and teenagers for opinions on life experience when I am not sitting around at home making fun of Brink’s Home security commercials.
Although it appears to me that Justin has not reached puberty, his music video features Usher. This either says a lot about Mr. Beiber, or very little about Usher. In his video, One Time, Bieber bounces around, points his finger, makes goofy faces, and “interacts” with the opposite sex at a house party for middle schoolers. This is a party that I would have never been invited to, and after watching this video, I now have a new appreciation of faith. [You may view the music video here]
It's a boy!
Because Justin sounds like a girl, dresses like a hipster, talks to Usher, and floats around on a skateboard, he has eliminated any possibility of obtaining credibility. But, this is ok, because I believe he has sold over 1 million albums. This means several things: First, it means that I have not a clue what I am talking about, and second, it simultaneously means that people enjoy superficial trash with a beat. You should be aware that the second point vitiates the former point, which means that I may be on to something.
Despite my cynicism, I think Beiber did it right. Following in the footsteps of teen-beat sex idol, Jonathan Taylor Thomas (JTT!), Beiber has and continues to build a name for himself, which one day he might actually have to rely upon. He will forever be known as the young woman that sold his soul for the sake of popularity. Tonight, Justin Bieber, we salute you.
