A long stay perhaps

There's this old man. A legend. More of a local legend. To be honest, he's mostly just a local neighborhood legend. But ask anyone in the surrounding area and they know exactly who you are referring to. They've all seen him. He runs. And that's almost the only thing people know him for. "So, what do you do?" (on repeat 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for eternity) He doesn't exactly run at a brisk pace, and the photo speaks for itself on this point. The man might just break in half if the wind blew a little bit harder. His slow trot resembles more of a walk. Most people cheer him on in their heads as they drive by. But, I always thought, "Just stop, man." Mostly because it kind of hurt to watch him tough it out, all hunched over. He seemed like he was in some real pain. But who knows. I never talked to him or anything, just took a few candid photos so I would remember. For a good 4 or 5 years I would see him out there at least once a week, and there was some slight comfort in that. In this instance, he was joined briefly by a fellow runner, but most of the time he ran alone. I only saw him with one other companion, and she looked to be around 26 maybe (which was a complete visual antonym). To me, this guy is always just going to be some runner, but the day I took this photo happened to be one of the best days of my life. And a small part of that was because I saw him that morning, everything started right and ended right. So now every time I look at this photo, I think of that day. And while he will remain with my thoughts for as far as I can see, I will continue to know almost nothing about him.

I almost forgot.

This is why I'm going to miss Conan

This blog is supposedly dedicated to the "strange" humor of the day. It hasn't been very strange at all lately, mostly because I'm not taking enough risks (and the stakes are off the charts when you run a traffic heavy blog such as this). Anyways, this short clip comes from a now extinct show which I will forever miss. Late Night with Conan O'brien was and forever will be the greatest talk show in the history of television. Like with most of my favorite Conan sketches, there's really nothing to get. You just kind of wonder "Why?" A lot of the time, the show feels like some inside joke between Conan and the writers. Even when they bomb, the jokes work, because it all plays back perfectly to the self-depricating nature of the show. It's brilliant. Was brilliant.

Just two dope boys and a Cadillac.

If you're gonna go to Vegas, ya gotta go in style (although, I can see how hawaiian shirts might be a little misleading). In this instance, we were trying to pass for a couple of high rollers... but in the end, no comped rooms, no free buffets--mostly just strange looks and pity. Oh well, it's funnier that way. Bonus: we now have the cover photo for our much anticipated rap album (gold tanks, caddies and dobermans will be photoshopped in later)

I have two fingers..















This guy and this girl will end up together, give birth to the cutest children the world has ever seen, and create endless youtube hits.

Blame it on Art

David Sedaris shares some of his experiences trying to break into the performance art scene. It's one of the funniest segments I've heard on This American Life. "What if you were to symbolize man's inhumanity to man by heating up a skillet of plastic soldiers?" ...hmm, well that line's a lot funnier in the actual segment.

Step 1. Click the link (let it load for about a minute) 

Step 2. Fast forward it to around 15:00 minutes in and it will start soon.

This is supposedly also performance art...

Click For Freedom

Enter the ConeZone

"Comedy eh? Must be that new kind where the laughs sound more like groans." ...after viewing, the creative staff spent the next 15 minutes quoting the traveling salesman.

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Haiku inside hai-

ku. Did me just break rules of

The ku? Paradox.

Oh dear. A haiku that is self-aware.