Monday, February 14, 2011

Let's Get Graphic

My Pointers eating challenge was a bust. 


Back to the Future Photography

Irina Werning, a photographer from Buenos Aires meticulously recreated retro pictures from her(?) friend's personal collections of family photos. I guarantee you'll be staring at these pictures for a while.


I kinda want to try this with this weird family photo of my sisters and I wearing these awesome kimonos.
Ching Chong bitches.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Eating a Giant Pizza for a Cause

And that cause would be my anorexic bank account. I'm going to eat this thing they call a Pointersouras Pizza this weekend in Saint Louis. This mutant weighs 10 pounds but luckily I will have a partner joining me on my quest to victory. The prize is 500 doll hairs and my partner and I will of course split it. Unless he's a giant man bitch and I have to pick up the slack. I'll have pictures next week to prove my inevitable victory. The things I do for money, oh well it's better than hook'n.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Try not to fall in love with her... I dare you.


I remembered her from when I was a kid watching PBS. Even then I knew this was an amazingly awesome usage of stock footage, and thankfully someone posted it one Youtube. Just listen to the incoherent lyrics and be transported to a peaceful green screen far far away.

Extreme Kegel Exercise

Tear up your pelvic dance floor with the help of this revolutionary device and this intimidating German lady.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

What being poor has taught me.

Countless times during the school year a friend will ask me to go out for a few drinks. And my reply is always a sad pathetic story on how I have no money and that I depleted all my plasma money on booze the night before. But yet, somehow some way I make it out to the bars and manage to get... as The Little John would called it; absolutely positively crunk. How does this happen? I've little money, drinks cost lots of monies. But sure enough by 2 o'clock in the a.m. I'm staggering home threatening prostitutes with a cane sword (this may or may not have happened... She started it). And for those who don't personally know me might be asking the obvious question: why don't you just get a job? And I will follow up that fine question with an even better answer inspired by rap lyrics: "Stay up out of my bizz nas. Bitch you don't know me." I hope that answer gave you incite on why I am not gainfully employed. But I digress. Actually I've completly forgotten what I've been trying to tell you this whole time. Was the topic of discussion something important like the new iphone 4g? I couldn't tell you. Because I'm... as it were... drunk.