Because I use the wonderful SpamSieve on my Mac I rarely see any of the few hundred spam messages I get every day. They just go straight to the Spam folder waiting to be deleted, unloved and unread.
One slipped through today with a Subject line that was ambiguous enough that I opened it. Along with my "discount fharmacy" offer, I got this lovely little bit of stream-of-conciousness poetry:
Keep in touch, I said into my pinkie. Regular reports and sing out
if you see anything-anything at all.
Just as you say, boss.
I'm not sure but I think this Japanese Yahoo! Group is collecting these things. Some are quite amazing. They must come from somewhere but they are bizarre enough to be generated by a clever script. Interesting.
Luckily YouTube doesn't have any of those issues. :)
A bit of Sunday morning digging brought me to this scene - the mid-section of the pilot episode. Like most pilots it is all expository stage setting. We're introduced to the main characters quickly, shown their current state and what Andy Travis their newly hired Music Director has planned for them.
This scene has always resonated with me. I fell in love with the show when Andy unrolled and pinned up a KISS poster as a way of telling the crew that changes were afoot.
Watch an enjoy.
Oh, and I almost forgot, "booger".
To me, the only way to explain a blog is to actually show how you blog.
So that's what I'm doing for my CMA marketing class right now.
This slightly demonic fellow looked like he really wanted to be on a blog but just didn't know how to ask. So here you go little guy.
(Actually, all cats look demonic to me.)
Now if I can only get Ross to forgive me for commercializing the holiday and losing its true spirit by thinking it needed a permanent home at catmas.com. :)
At home (in the country) we have to worry about the dog catching a skunk in the backyard, hitting deer on the morning commute, running over rabbits on the way home, and rescuing chipmunks from the pool.
But in the city you have to worry about sick raccoons in the office!
This sign was pinned up on the door to our second floor BBQ/Smoking Area deck. Note that smokers still went out for a ciggie break despite the warning.
I finally got around to seeing what uploading to YouTube was like. I took the huge storm front that moved through a few days ago as a chance to catch some ominous cloud formations that my daughter said looked like they were from War of The Worlds.
I think she was right.
Judge for yourself.
One of the things I've found interesting about trying out Vox is that I'm okay with the pre-built templates. Having blogged for about five years from now I have to admit that I'm a bit "old school" - I'm used to coding templates by hand in Blogger or having a brilliant friend do a great design for me or my lovely wife.
Here at Vox I don't have any of those options - I just pick a look and be done with it.
And I'm totally okay with that.
In fact, I was a bit excited when I saw that Vox had new designs to try out. A couple of clicks later my cute doggy motif blog has a gritty urban feel.
This post by The Ninth triggered an old memory I thought I'd share here as well...
The LP version of the first Durutti Column album on Factory Records (called interestingly enough "The Return of the Durutti Column") had a sleeve that was completely made of sandpaper.
The album is all this spacey ambient guitar - very peaceful in a mildly unsettling way - so wrapping it in something so harsh was polar opposite to the impact of the music itself.
Of course the album was DEADLY. You couldn't slide the album into your record collection or you'd hopelessly scratch up the cover of your Duran Duran album on one side and your Ian Dury on the other. Failing that you might want to rest it on something but what? The speaker cabinet? The coffee table? Good God that thing was deadly.
That image is from Cerysmatic Factory an unofficial archive of all things Factory Records. They've got a very detailed page with loads of pics of this album.
Best album cover evar.
Or?
What would you say is the best album art ever, and why?
