A'll Be Bock. Again. From Da Fuutchah

Ahh so much to talk about. That's what happens when my blogging frequency slows to an undefined number. That's right, a vertical line! Anything divided by zero. And while you're scratching your head about that one, divide THAT number by zero again. Biaaaatch.

And BAM! That's how often I've been blogging recently.

After making the Fishing On The Ice video, it appears that I must have drained the creative aquifer, and the urge to throw something down in blog-form just hasn't manifested itself.

Until now.

First things first. After the much celebrated video release, Kaj and I were chomping at the bit to get going on the follow-up. And not a 'Big Momma's House II' follow up, but more like a Terminator II follow up. T-1000, John Conner, bigger explosions, time-space impossibilities and mega commercial appeal! I even bought some sweet 2002 Air Force 1's to pimp out in the video.

But it turns out that Kaj's eyes were larger than his his finals were important. Or maybe I should say, Kaj's creative reach surpassed his grasp on his pharmaceutical lab coat.

No, I think those are both completely wrong. BUT - the point is that Kaj was OUT due to all-too-practical reasons, and I was unable to summon enough motivation, gumption, elbow grease, and all-around stick-to-it-ive-ness to get past stage one. Stage one happens to be the task of finding a microphone.

So the studio remains silent for the time being - until we muster up some motivation - or come across abundant amounts of free time. Maybe I can devote my time to creating a time machine that will allow me to come back and free up my schedule.

But then... I wouldn't have time to build... time machine...

Fishing On The Ice

Ever Wonder If You Have Too Much Time On Your Hands?

My apologies to anyone who has been bored at work recently, and have been in the routine of reading the blog in order to break the monotony. I feel for you. And If i was able to blog at work without being monitored like it was 1984, I would do so.

So recently, I've needed another medium to flex my creative muscles through. My left-brain brawn. And that new medium is a project started by Kaj and myself.

We are writing, performing, recording, editing, and filming a gangster-rap music video. Probably one of the must fun things that I have ever done. And in case you are wondering... no, we aren't taking ourselves seriously (do I ever?). The inspiration was the SNL Digital Short with Andy Samberg and T Pain - On A Boat.

So I have a make-shift studio set up, and we are almost done recording. Here are a couple of pics from the first session. I hope you are as excited about the final cut as we are. I would say that the video should be done in three weeks, or thereabouts.

So now I am going do devote the afternoon to trying to get my voice-filter to create the T Pain effect. So keep it real homies. We be ballin', and so on and so forth.





the inspiration:

A-rod's 'Confession'

What a D-bag.

He doesn't answer ONE question from Peter Gammons. Why? Because he is:

1. Lying
2. Covering his tracks
3. Too afraid to come clean

Gimme a break. I say give him a congressional hearing, and make him name names.

Also, if the player's union was smart, and wanted to get this steroid era over with, they would release a publication naming EVERY player that has used steroids. The list would be so populated that incurring any punitive measures would be pointless. You can't suspend 3/4 of MLB and have it survive. After the names were released, they would agree to a random new drug-testing policy, and increase the fines for positive testing, and the matter will be closed.

But that's just my opinion.

Riches To Rags

A really interesting clip of a man who was fired from a very high-paying corporate job, who is now a barista at Starbucks.

To be fair to the viewers though, he is not poor. He has a NYT best-selling memoir about his experiences which is currently being adapted into a Tom Hanks movie. So - he's not exactly living paycheck-to-paycheck.

BUT. He still works at Starbucks, and seems to be pretty happy with it. Goes against conventional thinking, huh?

youtube yousucking mylife away

You ever just sit there, in front of your computer, paralyzed by the infinite universe of information that lies at your fingertips? Have you ever been completely and thoroughly frozen, not unlike Buridan's ass, numb with the mouse in your right hand?

Welcome to the window of my daily schedule I like to call 'Ollie Unwinding Time'. During daily UOT, there are only a few requirements; I need to be so full from dinner that the thought of movement makes me ill, I need to jam out to my new music downloads, and I need a blanket, because it's freakin cold downstairs. Once those requirements are met - you might as well kiss goodbye to productivity for the rest of the night. Just lean back and let youtube take you away...

After watching Extras season one and two again, I delved a little deeper into some more British humor, which seems to be growing on me. First was Ed Byrne; a wiry, optically challenged Dublinite who, in my humble opinion, is one of the best on-stage story-telling comedians since Seinfeld. I've graduated to the slightly more underground/riske (pronounced "risk-A", but I'm lacking that pretentious french accent mark on my keyboard). So now I've got Eddie Izzard on my playlist - a cross-dressing limey who goes on drug-fueled rants that digress so dangerously that he often has to ask himself out loud 'where he was going with that'. But what Mr. and Mrs. Izzard does have, is a great amiable and charming aura, letting you forgive his on-stage blunders.

For those of you who aren't very interested in the anthropological history of youtube standup comedy clips, this might not be interesting.

So I suppose next time I can talk about the other part of my life right now. REFINANCING!!

I can talk your ear off with amortization tables, current fixed and adjustable rates, origination points, blah, blah, blah, blah...

PHEW! This was the most energy-consuming UOT I have ever taken part of. I even feel a little inkling of motivation brewing deep down inside of me... Maybe I'll balance my checkbook. Maybe I'll do some cleaning.

I'm just so comfortable under this blanket...

Sick!

I've been pretty sick the past week. Which means:

1. Wiping snot onto hidden surfaces and inappropriate materials.
   
   
2. Getting down in the dumps mentally (I think the ass-cold weather takes partial credit as well).

• re-evaluating existence

• questioning the purpose... of everything. Because when you are lacking motivation, there had better be a damn good reason for motivation to exist before you do anything...
  
• other such questions you might ask yourself if you were having a bad acid trip in a mid-level college philosophy class. (these are the things a fever does to me)
  

3. And not having motivation to write, blog, or shower.

4. A lot of youtube.


And here are a couple of gems I found during the past week or so.

The first one is a fantastic live performance of Arcade Fire and David Bowie. Amazing energy, amazing song.



This second one is pretty self-explanatory...