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Despite having a completely unpronounceable (and un-American!) name, Nebojsa Cvetkovic (I’ll call him Nebby) is super talented. I have a soft spot for hand-drawn type, and boy, Nebby, you’ve hit it. Really tasteful and smart color decisions as well. He seems to be a threat to me. I better send him some cookies and hope he quits.
PANTONE 15-5519 is the color of 2010, apparently. What those suckers at Pantone don’t know is that I’ve been using it for years. It’s old news. Tired. Played out. These days I use a color called Turquononemoreblack. You’ve probably never heard of it. Wouldn’t be surprised. I’m on the cutting edge of things. I push boundaries. You should see what I wear to the gym, even.
You all better be so thankful for me rehashing what you can find anywhere else on the internet. All this listing and blogging is hard work that my girlishly soft hands aren’t used to doing. If my snuggie didn’t feel so reassuringly soft, I would be really put out about all this. Jerks.
This is a pretty rad hypothetical redesign of Facebook. There is so much more possibility in the platform if it was implemented in a way similar to this. It makes it about the content. It is getting a little cluttered as is. I don’t care about pirates and Farmville. I just want to tag my friends in pictures of ugly people.
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We welcome you back, dear reader. As we left our hero before, he was at the edge of his wits. Danger lay ahead. The day’s trials and tribulations had left him tired and almost without the will to go on. He contemplated giving up, but NAY! He will have the #9. No tomato. With a lemonade. Thank you. The adventure continues…
2009 brought some great music. Because I have little to no imagination of my own, I decided to make a list of my favorite albums of this past year. Just like every other website out there in these series of tubes. It is crazy hard to try to number them in any kind of hierarchy without employing some sort of staff of Guatemalans working ’round the clock. I’m one man. And how dare you for presuming that I’d be putting forth more than the minimal effort necessary to get this done. I haven’t even showered since Saturday. So instead of being fancy, I give you the Ikea experience. Here they are, in three parts, in no particular order. You put it together, smarty pants.
Last night, I went to James Cameron’s newest, most spell-binding, dynamic, change-the-world-and-alter-reality film, Avatar. I had been hearing about the movie for quite some time—about how it was going to change film making, the production costs, etc. Then I saw the trailer. Much to my chagrin, it looked like a video game. Cats mixed with Blue Man Group mixed with the Star Wars prequels. I figured I’d see it, but I wasn’t excited about it. When early reviews came in praising the film, I was a bit surprised. You mean the movie with the ten-foot smurfs that live in Fraggle Rock? That movie’s good? Either way, I went into the movie with reigned in hopes of it being good and at the least being able to just have great eye candy for my seventh grade inner self. Plus I was going to it in 3D. Maybe a fireball will fly at my face!