Sunday Morning Coming Down

"It was raining." A Hemingway sentence if ever there was one. So I shot it and slowed it down and put some edited Aaron Sprinkle guitar piece on it. It was meant to be a moody, lazy, Sunday kind of thing, sort of a hypnotic, peaceful, contemplative piece. It has been reviewed by dwellers of Casa de Jetpacks thusly:

"Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head and get it over with!"

Man, some people just don't get art.


Blue Rain from Radio Free Babylon on Vimeo.

Back Before Match.com

It's not nice to make fun of someone's sad and lonely life, but it's hard not to laugh at this video.

Via @stephenlundberg

The Horrors of War

The Florida fireant is our enemy. He serves no purpose in the yards of suburbia. His constant encroachment threatens our survival. The terror of the fireant will no longer be tolerated.

Witness this preemptive strike on a colony of fireants, as they had set up a secret underground terror cell in my backyard. They were subjected to repeated shelling by lava rock from the air.

They will be back. The fireant is a resilient foe. He fights to the death. We will not give in. And the fireant had best know this: we do not negotiate with terrorists.

The graphic nature of the following film may be unsuitable for children. Viewer discretion is advised.

Font Conference

Walked past the Interactive CD's office this morning to find him watching this at College Humor.

I don't think you have to be an Art Director to appreciate this.



Speaking of fonts, ever been to Time's New Romans?

This Should Be Fun

As Obama accuses McCain of running for Bush's 3rd term and McCain accuses Obama of running for Carter's 2nd term, the Republicans are getting all User Generated Content on us and sponsoring a contest where you can create a video of someone in your neighborhood who serves "a cause greater" than themselves. Hopefully, your video will be of a registered Republican.

And if you win...you're going to St. Paul, Minnesota for the Republican National Convention! This will be a pretend celebration, a funeral disguised as a wedding, where everyone ignores the giant elephant (OH!) in the room known as the King of Anti-Charisma, John McCain. They will also request that the networks avoid the guy in the VIP box known as the current President of the United States.

Not that charisma wins elections (it does) or that Bush will be a drag on McCain (he will) but it surely won't be fun to see the entries to this contest.

As I predicted and is already occurring, McCain's only hope is Smear in the First Degree. McCain will continue to pretend to distance himself from this tactic while allowing the damage to be inflicted by others. But what can you do? Politics is War. War is Hell. And sometimes people get shot down. Then when they return home they dump their wives who got in car wrecks and start courting rich heiresses who look like Cruella DeVille.

Frogs Have No Mute Button

'Twas the Night before Spring, and all 'cross the water
every creature was warning, 'It's about to get hotter.'

On this Eve of Spring, the frogs of Florida have shaken off their slumber here on a minor man-made arm of the Wekiva River.

Poor phone video, but it's more about the sound.