The Next Great Rapper

I sent this email to Found Magazine today - true story:

One of my co-workers found a wadded up piece of paper in the parking lot outside of our office. Luckily, we opened it up instead of throwing it away.

What looks like a long letter is actually a really bad gangsta rap. I mean, every rap cliche is in it: guns, killing, weed, '64 Impala, bad grammar.

I'm assuming this aspiring rapper decided this was a B-side instead of a hit, and decided to ditch it.

Click on it to read - it is genius:

It's Don Draper's World...

...and even the Simpsons are just living in it:

Only In Japan: Monkey On Wheels

This is my new favorite video from Japan:



I wish I had thought of that first.

Halloween Fright

It's Halloween time, and that means one thing: seeing people get scared. But this video goes to a whole new level:



Each time I watch it, it gets better and better.

I Now Pronounce You Husband and Husband

An co-worker married his longtime partner today at city hall. He and his husband had talked about it for a while and decided to do it today, before the vote comes down on California's Proposition 8 - an anti-same-sex marriage prop on California's ballot this year.

I'm invited to their cocktail party/reception tomorrow, so tonight, I went to Target to get a card and gift. (I was hoping to find a card with two guys high-fiving and a big, "Congratulations on your wedding!" on it, but that didn't exist.) After searching through every crappy wedding card around, I realized that its hard to find a wedding card appropriate for two guys. Most cards are for "Mr. and Mrs.," or feature a bride and a groom on the cover, or have frilly hearts and colors on them.

That's when it struck me: someone can make tons of money one same-sex wedding cards. And if they do, I'm suing so I get my rightful piece of the pie. Prop 8, you better fail, just so I can make tons of cash on my new scheme.

Nothing To See Here

Well, here we are, mid-October...well, early-mid October, and I'm cleaning the dust and cobwebs off my blog. It's about time.

So, what's happening with me, you're wondering?

Not much.

Okay, maybe that's a lie.

Heather and I are trying to buy this:

I can't say what it is in fears of jinxing it, but we're in escrow. I totally know that by posting this, I'm going to fuck things up. Damn it, blog, why did you let me do this.

Thanks to this whole thing, I've now become a penny pincher and I'm absolutely obsessed with money management and Quicken. If I haven't budgeted something, we are not buying it or spending money on it. I've gone back to living the way I did back when I moved out to LA and had very little to my name. Except now, I have something big to my name and have to spend all my money on it.

I will say no more - just in case something goes wrong...or I freak out and run away.