...a string of videos that i think are amusing.
For this, i apologize. It is simply the product of no time and lots to do + a modest commitment to posting once a week. Without some kind of theme to drive writing, it gets pretty hard to think of precisely what might be entertaining/engaging.
But enough of that!
I think Eddie Murphy is pretty funny. And this is probably my favorite bit of what he's done. It was really hard to find, NBC's a bunch of jerks.
-k-e-v my landlord.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Techno...
...fail.
(I've grown generally opposed to the 'fail' phenomenon, mostly due to being around someone who hates it more than I do, but nothing else really gets at the heart of this situation as well as that turn-of-internet)
First, watch this for some context:
Great song. Totally catchy. Also quotable.
Another piece of vital information: my phone is a blackberry that is highly prone to pocket calls.
Now, the story.
Wednesday night, I was sending text messages to a friend about the fact that I was drinking a whiskey that she used to drink a lot of, Old Crow. Basically, I sent her a text-toast.
She replied that she had long-since stopped drinking Old Crow and had moved on to drinking Bulleit, which is a respectable, if bourgie, choice.
In my mind, there was only one obvious retort. (See: video).
I slept whiskey-well that night...fast forward to the next morning.
Did the normal get up, walk dogs, walk to the train, hate everything on the train, walk to school thing, and right before I entered the building I thought it would be good to turn the ringer off on my phone (avoiding classroom embarrassment).
This is what I saw:
...plus ~14 of the same messages that there's not room on the screen of a phone to display.
"Abuelito" is my grandfather. He is a)very old, b) not really that tech savvy, and c)not totally English proficient.
God I hope he doesn't have a plan that lets him get text messages.
Oh you fancy, huh?
-pockev calls
(I've grown generally opposed to the 'fail' phenomenon, mostly due to being around someone who hates it more than I do, but nothing else really gets at the heart of this situation as well as that turn-of-internet)
First, watch this for some context:
Great song. Totally catchy. Also quotable.
Another piece of vital information: my phone is a blackberry that is highly prone to pocket calls.
Now, the story.
Wednesday night, I was sending text messages to a friend about the fact that I was drinking a whiskey that she used to drink a lot of, Old Crow. Basically, I sent her a text-toast.
She replied that she had long-since stopped drinking Old Crow and had moved on to drinking Bulleit, which is a respectable, if bourgie, choice.
In my mind, there was only one obvious retort. (See: video).
I slept whiskey-well that night...fast forward to the next morning.
Did the normal get up, walk dogs, walk to the train, hate everything on the train, walk to school thing, and right before I entered the building I thought it would be good to turn the ringer off on my phone (avoiding classroom embarrassment).
This is what I saw:
...plus ~14 of the same messages that there's not room on the screen of a phone to display.
"Abuelito" is my grandfather. He is a)very old, b) not really that tech savvy, and c)not totally English proficient.
God I hope he doesn't have a plan that lets him get text messages.
Oh you fancy, huh?
-pockev calls
Monday, November 1, 2010
This is just to say...
...I have eaten
the Cheetos
that were on
the kitchen shelf
and which
you were probably
saving
to eat while watching tv shows
on the internet.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so crunchy
and so covered in
powdered cheese
-kevin kevlos williams
the Cheetos
that were on
the kitchen shelf
and which
you were probably
saving
to eat while watching tv shows
on the internet.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so crunchy
and so covered in
powdered cheese
-kevin kevlos williams
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