the jetpants

Well, there goes the entertainment.

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:45:17 -0800

Well, there goes the entertainment.

topherchris: Ween __ I Play It Off Legit

Tue, 23 Feb 2010 12:35:59 -0800

topherchris:

Ween __ I Play It Off Legit

"In general, people who commit felonies avoid publicly confessing to having done so, and they..."

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 23:58:44 -0800

“In general, people who commit felonies avoid publicly confessing to having done so, and they especially avoid mocking the authorities who fail to act. One thing Dick Cheney is not is stupid, and yet he’s doing exactly that. Indeed, he’s gradually escalated his boasting about having done so throughout the year. Why? Because he knows there will never be any repercussions, that he will never be prosecuted no matter how blatantly he admits to these serious crimes. He’s taunting the Obama administration and the DOJ: not only will I not hide or apologize, but I will proudly tout and defend my role in these crimes, because I know you will do absolutely nothing about it, even though the Attorney General and the President themselves said that the act to which I’m confessing is a felony. Does anyone doubt that Cheney’s assessment is right? And isn’t that, rather obviously, a monumental indictment of most everything?”

- Glenn Greenwald (via azspot)

Fine, fine, it’s revolutionary! I believe you, just...

Wed, 27 Jan 2010 12:56:28 -0800

Fine, fine, it’s revolutionary! I believe you, just don’t hurt the kid!

soupsoup: Goodnight, sweet prince.

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 22:04:42 -0800

soupsoup:

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Leonid Rogozov was better than you. In 1961, as the only medical...

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 09:44:00 -0800

Leonid Rogozov was better than you.

In 1961, as the only medical professional in a 12-man mission in Antarctica, Rogozov developed appendicitis. So, he fixed it. A must-read.

via Kottke.

"No matter how beautiful your interface, it would be more beautiful if there were less of it."

Fri, 15 Jan 2010 09:43:19 -0800

“No matter how beautiful your interface, it would be more beautiful if there were less of it.”

- Edward Tufte (via Joshua Blankenship) (via kniblog) (via hellaposer)

soupsoup: Image searches for “Tiananmen” are now showing up on...

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 17:27:56 -0800

soupsoup:

Image searches for “Tiananmen” are now showing up on Google.cn

hotvvheels: Color Guide

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 12:18:41 -0800

hotvvheels:

Color Guide

Looks like we’re gonna be okay… Annoying, but okay.

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 11:38:46 -0800

Looks like we’re gonna be okay…

Annoying, but okay.

Tyler Thompson tackles boarding passes. Everything about this is...

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:47:00 -0800

Tyler Thompson tackles boarding passes.

Everything about this is brilliant. From the design itself to the fact he provided a template and encouraged others to give it a shot to the way he deals with comments, both positive and negative.

Just brilliant. Go there now.

A List Apart’s Annual Survey

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 10:44:00 -0800

A List Apart’s Annual Survey

Mindy Kaling - Comedy Death Ray If these 4 minutes are any...

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 11:34:39 -0800

Mindy Kaling - Comedy Death Ray

If these 4 minutes are any indication, Kelly Kapoor is actually not a bad stand up. I dig the Scarlett Johansson impression.

For Eyes

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:03:41 -0800

knobthrough:

I’ve come to the point in my life where I need glasses. Nothing too severe, just a pair of ordinary reading glasses. Through whatever means—be it simply getting older, abusing my body with wanton reckless abandon, countless hours spent staring vacantly into one kind of pixelated non-reality or another, or a combination of the three—my vision started deteriorating a couple years ago. In the last six to eight months this ocular de-gentrification has progressed at an alarming rate. I find myself squinting at the pages of a book like I was staring directly into the sun. Lowercase n’s and r’s appear to have been born of the same bleary eyed womb. Driving at night has presented some unique difficulties, especially when I’m high. Today I finally did something about it and went shopping for a pair of glasses.

Clearly, you should have just gotten a prescription windshield. Do I have to think of everything?

catbird: Does anyone out have eyes good enough to make out what...

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:35:50 -0800

catbird:

Does anyone out have eyes good enough to make out what this says?

White People Things?

ladymisskate: San Francisco 1958 swoon

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 15:25:59 -0800

ladymisskate:

San Francisco 1958

*swoon*

putthison: Put This On, Episode 1: Denim iTunes / VimeoClothing...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 11:35:00 -0800

putthison:

Put This On, Episode 1: Denim

iTunes / Vimeo
Clothing Credits
Funding Credits
Related Posts

Seriously, the ‘Rudiments’ segments. Yay. I like to pretend that my little tiny bit of funding went towards Adam’s jumpsuit.

suicideblonde: bohemea: Werewolf Bar Mitzvah - 30 Rock,...

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:58:48 -0700

suicideblonde:

bohemea:

Werewolf Bar Mitzvah

- 30 Rock, 202

Boys becoming men. Men becoming wolves.

A Halloween Memory

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 23:21:00 -0700

knobthrough:

When I was a kid, my sister and I weren’t allowed to buy Halloween costumes. Certain small things could be purchased at the store, namely face paint, but everything else we had to make our selves. This might seem like something my parents did as an exercise in creativity or an effort to instill some kind self reliance, but in reality it was just a way to save money.

All the the other neighborhood children went to the store and bought costumes, which, at the time, were little more than plastic masks held up with a thin elastic cord and a wispy sheet of vinyl with holes for your head and limbs. I know these were shit costumes. Cheap, unimaginative, utter crap. But when you are six years old and have assembled a Spiderman outfit comprised of a pair of your sisters blue tights, an Underoos t-shirt and your Grandmother’s lipstick, well, you get deflated pretty fuckin’ quick when your best friend comes over ready to trick-or-treat wearing a sweet, store bought He-Man costume.

Of all the my ill-conceived get ups, one stands tall above the rest. I was four years old and absolutely captivated by The Incredible Hulk. Between him and The Duke Brothers—whose flannel shirts informed my every day clothing—nothing seemed impossible. All of life’s problem could be jumped over, smashed, or out run. All you needed behind you was a just cause and maybe a moonshine running codger of an uncle.

So on my fourth Halloween, I decided to be The Hulk. An easy costume, almost impossible to screw up. A face covered in green paint and a shirt stuffed full of socks later, I was ready to go. Just before embarking on our little candy hajj, my father, who next to Beau, Luke and David Banner was still the most powerful man on the planet says to me, “Why don’t you put a pair of panty hose over your head?” which I did, never stopping for an instant to question why The Incredible Hulk might decide to stuff his head in a pair L’eggs for the evening.

Many a Halloween came and went after that night and though I hadn’t ever forgotten about the incident, I never stopped to think about it for very long. Finally, when I was maybe 20 years old and Halloween had become more about where to get drunk than it was about dressing up, I had a revelation; my Dad’s suggestion was nothing more than a way for him to amuse himself.

I can see him now, doubled over in laughter as I approached each successive house, him nearly engorged with self satisfaction at having provided a night of guffaws for himself and probably years of stifled chuckles and suppressed smiles any time the thought crossed his mind.

So thanks for the memories, Dad. And the humiliation. And the complex. And the thin scrim of nylon through which I have to look back on my formative years with.

Brilliant. The best part for me is that I was there when he was figuring out his dad’s intentions.

I have no good Halloween stories. Halloween has always been an exercise in failure and disappointment for me, with the lone shining exception being when I was in first grade and I won the school-wide costume competition as a pirate. I won a ceramic jack-o-latern, which I still have to this day. Since then, it has been year after year of regret, anger, and some fairly serious burns.

For your enjoyment, a quick rundown of three highlights:

1. Dead Payne Stewart - This was just a month or two after Payne Stewart died, and being a young asshole, I did up the golfer’s outfit with the socks and the hat and the whole nine. No one got it. I was asked several times why I was a British Zombie carrying a golf club. The one girl who got it was horribly offended, and said I should be ashamed of myself. She’s probably dead now too (I tell myself when I am in bed and unable to sleep).

2. A Plumbing Accident - By far my most ambitious, and likely a subconscious attempt to put the demons behind me. I had just finished remodeling my bathroom, and thought I would go as the general state of that remodel. The plan included copper pipes, a lot of soldering (or ‘sweating the pipes’ as the plumbers call it, which isn’t nearly as sexy as it sounds), a working water pump driving water from a bucket up the pipes to a leak over my head, and some burn makeup. The costume cost over $200, and took 6 hours to make, but I never managed to make the whole rig work as intended. I was close, but the water wouldn’t hit the bucket, or the battery pack to power the pump kept coming disconnected. By the time I realized I may not win this battle, the party I was to attend was already 2 hours old. So I went as the story of my failed costume. I made a sandwich board and added pictures of the whole ordeal set up as a storyboard of my day, with the final result being the sandwich board I was wearing at the party. Not ideal, but not terrible, and certainly respect-worthy given the pinch I was in.

What I didn’t consider is the fact that the party would be somewhat dark, and no one would be able to read the storyboard. So they would get in real close, stare for a few minutes, I’d try to explain the concept, and they would say ‘Hmm’ and excuse themselves, and I would continue to hate Halloween.

3. Will Ferrell as Robert Goulet - Suck it, this one kicked ass. Specifically, I was Ferrell as Goulet in the skit ‘Coconut Bangers’ Ball - It’s a Rap!’. Goddamned glorious. This was in 2004 (holy shit 5 years ago oh my god), so I was in Atlanta, fat as hell, and this was still somewhat topical. I did the whole nine on the costume, and had the impression down pat. I even bought a bunch of jewel cases and made the graphic below and handed them out at the party:

See? Goddamned magic.

This was a hipster party in Atlanta in 2002, so basically take how much you hate the stereotypical hipster, and multiply that by the wait time at one of their beloved Waffle Houses at 2am on a Saturday. These people had NO sense of humor whatsoever. Most of the costumes were terrible ‘play on words oh god I am so clever look at me’ jobs. I am not kidding when I tell you one person was there as a ‘dangling participle’, and one person was ‘a fountain of useless knowledge’. Real hoots, these kids.

So, yeah, no one got it. I was asked if I was a ‘70’s porn producer’. First of all, bite me, second of all, porn producer? Not an actor or a director, but specifically a producer? I was asked who Robert Goulet was, who Will Ferrell was, and told that I forgot to put a CD in the case, and I really should or else tell her when I am playing around Emory because it would be a really cool show and she’d love to see it.

In closing, I am going trick-or-treating this year with pantyhose on my head. And nothing else. I’ll be a 60’s porn producer.

UPDATE: Here is the skit, in case you haven’t seen it (and might therefore be a d-bag).

The xx - Islands I like to listen to The xx when it is grey out,...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:25:19 -0700

The xx - Islands

I like to listen to The xx when it is grey out, I am wearing a hoodie and looking particularly brooding. I quietly mutter ‘Damn’, and people… they think they know, but they don’t.

Damn.

the jetpants

Well, there goes the entertainment.

topherchris: Ween __ I Play It Off Legit

"In general, people who commit felonies avoid publicly confessing to having done so, and they..."

Fine, fine, it’s revolutionary! I believe you, just...

soupsoup: Goodnight, sweet prince.

Leonid Rogozov was better than you. In 1961, as the only medical...

"No matter how beautiful your interface, it would be more beautiful if there were less of it."

soupsoup: Image searches for “Tiananmen” are now showing up on...

hotvvheels: Color Guide

Looks like we’re gonna be okay… Annoying, but okay.

Tyler Thompson tackles boarding passes. Everything about this is...

A List Apart’s Annual Survey

Mindy Kaling - Comedy Death Ray If these 4 minutes are any...

For Eyes

catbird: Does anyone out have eyes good enough to make out what...

ladymisskate: San Francisco 1958 *swoon*

putthison: Put This On, Episode 1: Denim iTunes / VimeoClothing...

suicideblonde: bohemea: Werewolf Bar Mitzvah - 30 Rock,...

A Halloween Memory

The xx - Islands I like to listen to The xx when it is grey out,...

ladymisskate: San Francisco 1958 swoon