new year’s nerdism (late to the game as usual)
i guess the web comic strip has gotta be just about over, so that just means its time for me to jump on as usual…
either way, my new daily read -> http://www.erichews.com/ (Yo and Dude)
Pleo, you will be mine.
And you will, one day, be modded into a rapper.
finally, something to post about - twilight is a stupid movie, especially YOU.
whoa! i have a blaaaaaawjj? or is the whoa directed@the fact that i have a second to post some periodically usual ridiculousness.
ok, so anyway i’m at the point that i now have a default response for whenever somebody (who’s almost always older than 30, if not 40 btw..) tells me how great the movie twilight is going to be. i say something to the effect of “this is why that movie is asinine.” then i make a ridiculous superman-style pose and say “because the doosh in the trailer does this while zooming through the air like 5 times.” i don’t even know if that’s true (as usual), but that’s the impression it left on me and it seems to get the job done.
i’m not a writer, but whoever wrote this shit definitely is - and sums my outlook on the topic up with picture perfect perspective and delivery. the only thing missing is a direct statement addressing 30/40-somethings as fucking clowns for letting twilight jazz up their coming soon and sure to be phenomenal! calendars on their blackberries.
and before anyone even thinks about stepping into the realm of talking about how you’re now deeply interested in the book, because of the stupid superman pose zip-lining pretty boy tweener trailer, just stop - that’s faggy to say that about any book/movie deal.
here’s the article link at pointlessbanter.net -> If you are an adult and excited to see Twilight you are an idiot
original source -> http://digg.com/movies/Adults_excited_to_see_Twilight_are_idiots
CSS3 Rounded Corners (With No Images and No Additional Markup)
HTML Remix had today’s answer to my hunt for an easy way to apply a border with rounded corners to an image dynamically based on user assignment.
this method was exactly what i was looking for, perfect for usage in a cms environment and with coverage for ALL browsers, even those which we all revel in the hatred of.
great work.
google’s 10
can’t decide what’s hardest to believe, the weak ass typography in the original logo or the source code.
anyway, happy birthday google, please don’t eat me.
Blogged with the Flock Browser
this be a strange(ly awesome) autumn eve..
chillin’ on the deck with fire-lit pumpkins as my background visual, nursing my second deuce of legend Oktoberfest.. so far so lovely eh?
enter the strangely awesome.. how about - after for some fucked up reason thinking about doing this almost all day - a (pretty loud) solo acoustic jam session perfecting T.I.’s “whatever you like.”
I’m now at the cap ale house to snatch up an old chub pint glass or two (oscar steal the glass night!) - my suspicion is that the oscar-chub soaked second edition will be damn near net-worthy. but as of me realizing how I’m not awesome enough to use this hippy vs hiphop creation as a launchpad to stardom, I’ll probably never let you see or hear this (soon to be actualized) masterpiece. strange night.
playin’ catch up. (not ketchup or catsup)
work. still (somehow) awesome, even though my ‘department’ is well, me. i’ve never worked completely solo up until now - was a jolt at first, think i’m sinking into rhythm now, as well as hunting down some helper-bots.
house. kackow! got one. i’ll flickr up some pics soon. (updated now =])
kids. awesome as always. rooster turns 1 this saturday, and she’s kick-ass cool. elly’s as gorgeeous as ever, and looks more and more like francis (g-ma) every day; rad. kaylee booted a monster goal on saturday!! soccer moms are hot, especially minez.
oh yeah, and.. (WTF forthcoming)
golf?!? throughout the summer and beginnings fall far more often than i’d opt into without peer pressure, thanx dean. the worst part, somehow dean has roped me into finding that shit to be very enjoyable. especially when I realized I could buy air max golf cleats.
i’ve been too busy to post much of anything exciting, i’ll write some black-lager or imperial ipa soaked fun when my meds start working again and i come up for air at work.
ah, there is one uplifting forthcoming light - that fangerin’ r&b jam is on the horizon, let it be known… for the moment, this is but a bit of dark foreshadowing for the slow jam quiet storm type’a thugz… but soon you’ll know… girl you be needin’….
NOTLDR - Collaboration to Reanimate Night of the Living Dead with Mixed Media
Reanimating Night of the Living Dead.
ok here’s the deal. this collaborative project is unquestionably one of the most genuine in nature and promisingly amazing in its ultimate goal that i’ve ever managed to crawl upon. i requested to contribute to project pretty much as soon as i got to the site.
NOTLR is coming, and will spawn as result of talent, awareness, social networking and creative initiative compiled purely via the web.
the project is a ripe, undoubtedly fresh remix of classic storytelling: the original 1968 horror film Night of the Living Dead. how much shit is about to get thrown in the mash-o-tron blender? at least..
- illustration, photography and digital media varieties out the ying yang
- still and motion
- 2d and 3d
- color and b/w
- analog and digital
- now and then techniques of cutting the film and post - the tons of editing hours part will remain authentic as it was the first go-round
- designers and slashers at an artsy film screening! (what kinda beer do ya drink there?)
a delightfully imaginative playground of darkness awaits as my purely personally motivated one-off side project. muuuahh-ha hahaaa etc.
i’m in richmond, working at arby’s…
that was easily the best quotable of the weekend… i would’ve giggled endlessly at damn near anything.
friday lent itself to a lightweight working-class hangover, which followed a handful of 10%+ hoppy and/or malty delicasies the night prior, with uncle t and ranger at the capital ale house on the south side.
the element leading up to the scenario at hand were like this….
- a bit of work had to be done before the long holiday weekend kicked off for the rest of the country (mine was already underway)
- no beer in sight
- free wifi
- fried chicken sandwiches, coffee flavored ice cream, free soda refills
- leather seating
- mad high-def flat panel tvs
- kaylee’s 50 dollar gluten-free birthday cake needed to be picked up (drug deal style), the shady corner happened to be located in the next building over
at some point the phone rang and i heard travis answer a question (presumably someone asking “what are you doing?”) like this shit..
i’m in richmond, working at arby’s…
awesome. where else would you find drza in such condition?
saturday was fam day, good shit. baby-wrangling, college football (greenvillle reprezentz etc.), mad naps. killface vs. awesome x, usb telescope, nike vs. adidas.
sunday, early golf. smashed iphone.
arby’s day takes the cake. boy do i love some fried chicken with a quality ale hangover.
Who the fuck is Pretty Ricky?
and more importantly, what the fuck made him it feel like he was the one who could attempt to cover KNOCKIN’ DA BOOTS by H-Town. debauchery.
so does this…
- make me that old dooshbag bitching about the younger crowd and their futile attempts at making cover songs out of my classic shit? yis.
- suggest the r&b slowjamz universe (of which i semi-seasonally partake in) is pretty much saying - oh shit, we’re all out new words to sing about humpin’ and flowers and stuff; guess we gotta dig through the 90s crates again. yis. boo.
- sell me on the r&b season ending as soon as it started? yis. r&b is about to be stupider than most of you already think it is anyway - rad b/c all the songs are classics, just ax-murdered by people named “pretty” something. yeah, it’s “pretty” dumb.
oh and yeah, this is undoubtedly classic drza-fashioned judgement of an entire genre by one item within it.
messiah-the-west-coast-remix
by way of the original door-bangin’, kicked the fuck out, gangster ass witness by way of california. fuck watchin’ the tower, i like watchin’ the sun rise half drunk sometimes. nelson, holla back.
