Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Emails About God

Ok, I'm down with the G-O-D. So let's be clear about my position before we continue...

Reflecting on the multitude of forwarded emails I received last year about God, I cannot help but come to a conclusion that these emails actually orignate from a group of atheists.

It almosts cheapens the experience of believing in something larger than ourselves to think about it while staring at a shitty powerpoint presentation full of Hallmark images and bad animation. And the Yanni in the background is unsettling...didn't he just get out of prison for beating his wife senseless?

And there's usually a phrase at the bottom, just beneath the seabirds flying around the mountain. Something like "have faith in the true meaning of the love of friendship" or "believe in the hope of love" or some shit like that. What the hell does that even mean? Am I supposed to believe, hope, or love? And what exactly am I to focus on, can I pick two out of three?

And by the end you're really confused, because the final three images were so pixelated that you couldn't tell if they contained a lighthouse and a sunset or a pig being raped by a robot.

I guess that when you've finally ended the presentation, you actually might have a stronger sense of God. As in, "Thank God that shit is over".

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Worst Memorial Weekend Ever.

Try being sick in bed for three days straight, while everyone you know is out enjoying an awesome extended weekend with great weather. And I'm not talking like I had a cold or the sniffles, but coughing up big - wait, no one wants to hear that.

On an unrelated note, if you're an old friend and you've been trying to get a hold of me please send me an email at mail@blueskydeluxe.com. I have a new phone, same number, but none of my old contacts are in it. Needless to say I'd like to hear from you. So, if you text message me please include your name so I can add you to my contacts.

Hope everyone's weekends were outstanding.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Cheap Ass Ethnic Food

What's the deal with these little ethnic restaurants. When they're owned by white people trying to be trendy the food is $30 for dinner, and when they are owned by the immigrants who know the cuisine better than anyone the food is so cheap you save money eating there over buying groceries.

How do they do it? You know, I don't even care. I just want all those immigrants to open a few Best Buys so I can buy shit cheap there, too. And while they're at it, why don't they go ahead and open a bar in my neighborhood. I wonder how much a Vietnamese family of immigrants would charge me to get drunk on Johnny Walker at their bar. Two, maybe three dollars? What if I brought in one of those coupons from the Valu-Sav packets?

An dthis brings me to Chinese buffets...

I love them, I really do. But while we're on the topic of unbelieveably cheap food I have to bring these up; they epitomize the phenomenon.

And when you're eating at one it may cross your mind, even if you never ask who you're dining with, "How much do I tip these people?" They're just taking away plates, right? I mean, I'm a good tipper. My rock bottom minimum is probably 20%, with average tips at 25%. And yet, something feels a little 'off' when I'm at a Chinese buffet, like I need to question the practice entirely to the point of guilt.

Well last time I was there I was by myself and decided it was high time to investigate. You see, amost every time you're at a these buffets there are a few Chinese people eating there along with you. Not the employees cracking beans in the back, but there like you, as a patron. I had the opportunity to sit next to a table of Chinese folks on this very visit. So I watched them. Carefully.

When they got up to leave, I glanced down at the receipt as I smoothly got up to go to the buffet. They paid with a card, and the slip showed NO TIP. So now I'm thinking, ok a buck is cool, two bucks is good, but NO TIP? They even repeated the sub-total at the total line. Chinese people wouldn't wrong other Chinese people in an establishment catering native cuisine to Chinese BY Chinese - or would they? Was this information I could even use? Were these Asians just jerks, or do they know something I don't?

Needless to say I left $5 on an $8 bill. I just felt bad like I needed to let them know a good ol white dude knows the drill - even if other Chinese people know something I don't. Fill me in on what you do in this case.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I Bought a House

Haven't updated in a while. I was actually going to make it a resolution this year to update at least weekly, but its been months. I know, I'm a bad blogger.

Here's what's happened:


- I've worked to win OfficeMax as a client of ours and am now heading up all OfficeMax advertising in Google, Yahoo, and MSN. They are the 6th largest internet retailer in the world.
- I've received a promotion at my job. I am now a manager at the largest privately held interactive agency in North America. Additionally, Brulant was acquired and we are now Rosetta.
- I bought a house. Yes, I finally have my feet planted somewhere. No more moving. No more landlords. I can now tear walls apart without fear of retribution to a landlord. Yay.
- I drove my convertible all winter. I said I never would, then I decided it was more important to make these sacrifices to be a home owner, and plus I hated myself a little for owning two vehicles. That overconsumption, and thats just not cool.
- I actually bought a winter vehicle for a minute, quite literally. Three days after purchase, I totaled it on the highway at high speed. Jeep Wranglers save lives. After the insurance check for the loss, I just decided on the aforementioned points and didn't buy another one.
- My first dog ever died. Her name was Chloe, and I taught her the difference between left and right, and how to say the word "mumma". She was kick ass, and will be missed.

So the house is sweet. I will be posting pics as I make my way through a kitchen remodel. I have already designated an entire bedroom to my music. I hung all my guitars on the wall, and have invested in soundproofing acoustic foam for the remaining walls. My music will be a major focus for me in 2009.

How the hell are you doing? I haven't heard from you in a while. I miss hanging out. Drop me a few 'hellos' would you?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Offensive Facial Hair

I was the Joker for Halloween. In order to pull it off, I had to shave my beloved beard. If you're a guy, you already know that when you shave a beard you have to shave it in stages. You cut down to a goatee, then a mustache - mostly because you just want to see what you'd look like. Well, instead of having all that fun by myself. I passed a poll around work and let everyone vote on what facial hair I would have for ONE FULL DAY - the day before Halloween.
After much controversy, it was ruled that because the majority of people wanted a mustache and/or mustache combo that I would do all three - mustache, sideburns, and soul patch. The chinstrap fans were sorely disappointed. When I shaved that evening I still managed to shave in stages, and in the essence of this glorious event I would also like to share this with you:

The Friendly (Mutton Chops and Mustache):


The Handlebar:


The Finished Product (At Work):

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Smoked Salmon



I made this at work. This guy looks like he's having a good time, doesn't it make you want to smoke a fish?

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Radiohead Died In Cleveland



I was standing there, enjoying the live version of "Paranoid Android", when I heard it.

It was kind of like a, like a whoosh. Following that several bursting noises. It was during the bridge, Thom Yorke was singing "rain down...rain down...on me" - and suddenly the band was consumed in a brilliant bright light. Within the blaze of energy you could make out the most bizarre sight: Band members heads began exploding.

Maybe it was the sheer awesomeness. Maybe it was the excitement of the crowd - or ball lightning. But Radiohead died in Cleveland last night, and it was fuckin awesome.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

I Almost Got Him

Smart new guys, always thinking they know better. This punk starts three weeks ago, and aparently he's too damn good to take a seat at his own desk. "What?" I ask. "It's just a napkin, TOM. Sit down on THE NAPKIN, TOM."