Duck Sauce - aNYway (Video)

Armand Van Helden and A-Trak team up to become the world's most powerful DJ duo, Duck Sauce! Cool disco-house music that provides a great homework soundtrack.

The Creative Process

Kool Kopz!, A cop sitcom that tries to come off as a grizzled drama, is the brainchild of a doodle I had in class one day. I'm in the process of trying making it into something. This process isn't on paper, videotaped or typed up. It's grown through funny thoughts and conversations. Cultivation has many different forms. True humour comes from interactions with others, allowing them to tweak your concepts. Putting their own spins on things you might of previously thought of as concrete. If you could only hear the opening theme song it would all make sense.

What A Dollface

That well coiffed, boldly dressed, miniature dog-walking man pictured above this post is none other than Ken. Sorry, "Barbie Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken". At one point romantically linked to Barbie, yes the Barbie, Ken has now opted to put himself on the market. Boy is he ever looking fierce! Equipped with his beach gear and water bottle, he's ready for a day working on his tan lines and night working on the dance floor.

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Marioburger

Cheese, mustache, ketchup, signature "M" hat, what seems to be a half-pound of beef all on a sesame seed bun. What I've dubbed the "Marioburger" is either the worlds greatest or worst Halloween costume ever.

Generic Hat Post #7

I've always had a special place in my heart and wallet for fitted hats that break the traditional mould. This hat could only be described as "The Working Man's Fitted". Outfitted with a corduroy beak and a cool Carhardt-esque logo applique. It looks ready for a day heli-logging or ice harvesting in the Arctic. Mighty Healthy scores again.

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Little Joy - No One's Better Sake (Video)

The effects used in this video take me back to weekday afternoons whilst I was still in my OshKosh B'Gosh overalls.

Duece Poppi - My White Friends (Video)

I have no idea who Duece Poppi is, nor do I care. When this video was put infront of me my attitude changed. This song was unlike most popular hip hop songs that cover the basics; "the trap", weaponry, expensive automobiles, conversing with promiscuous females, consuming alcohol at the local gathering place and pop/lock and/or dropping. This song talked about something close to my heart, my white friends. I have tons. I could list them all here but it seems a tad bit boring. Instead I'll let the song do the talking.

Chappelle On Depression

I'm glad to see Dave Chappelle is back doing comedy. I'm even happier to see he's sharp as ever. Hopefully a new stand-up special is in the works.

Let's Make...

...Something New.

Thr-een Wolf

What do you get when you mix hipster clothing mainstay the "three-wolf tee" with Michael J. Fox's 80's comedy "Teen Wolf"? This atrocity. Though it does make me chuckle, it reeks of someone cashing in on my nostalgia.

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Kelly KaPOWski (Vol. 7)

And yet another one pulled out of the endless supply. Have a great Friday night.

Dead Snow (Trailer)

Keeping up with my Halloween themed posts here is the trailer for "Dead Snow". A movie in the vein of "Shaun of the Dead" and "Zombieland", it's creators amp up the old zombie scenario with a new twist. The zombies are also Nazis! Could there be any group more feared and loathed?Unlike their predecessors these guys will kill anyone, not just a selected religious group.

The Very Best - Kamphopo (Video)

On day where the weather is the very worst, The Very Best provide me with musical sunshine.

That Guy...

Chuck Palahniuk

I first picked up one of Chuck Palahniuk's novels on a bookshelf in a cabin, unsuspecting of what I was about to encounter. "Rant" an oral biography of Rant Casey, a cult status figure who lives in and contributes to troubling times, had me enthralled from it's initial pages. After gushing about this novel to my sister I was given another one his works, "Lullaby". This one was more of a horror novel than "Rant". A new-aged tale of love and witchcraft still drenched in Palahniuk's brand of pessimistic comedy. Recently I have began reading one of his newer pieces entitled "Snuff". A story told from four character's viewpoints inside the making of the world-record gang bang. Yes, I said gang bang. I never thought I'd use that word combination on my blog. Palahniuk's words are wielded in a humorous, yet compelling style. He brings social commentary to another level with his insights and character's dialogue. Even the artwork on his book covers is intriguing (check bellow). Check out his website "The Cult" here and do yourself a favour, go pick up one of his books today.

Oh yeah, he also wrote Fight Club. But who cares...

A Peak Out The Door

Mike Posner's newest mixtape, "One Foot Out The Door", is coming October 28th. Available for free on i-Tunes "...Out The Door" is sure to skyrocket this Duke student to galaxies unknown to mankind. Check bellow for Posner's remake of the Soulja Boy ballad about phone-to-phone smooching.

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He Hollywood

"Enamour me!" A battle cry into a sea of blinding lights. Bright yellow, burning oranges, heavenly whites. The speckles of black twinkled in his eyes, eventually turning into a rainbow-bright glow. His grin, the grin of an ape. Gummy and prominent. His well-aged leathery skin covered in layers of shopping channel brand man make-up. A target for the "Us Magazine" photographers and readers admiration alike. He stood there. Took his last breath. To breathe fresh air had never been so pleasurable. A clap. A puncturing smack to the eardrums of everyone in a three-kilometre radius. A bullet. A Skull, a brain, a car window. It's path decisive and unchangeable. A piece of his occipital lobe bounces on to the sidewalk. Blood instantly stains the pavement, soaking into every little nook and cranny. Little did he know his deal ended tonight. The deal he made with Fame, the servant of Satan. President of the movie studios. Publisher of the magazines. Provider of the internet. Pusher of the cell phone. Perpetrator of ghastly deeds. The deal that made him the most famous man in the world. Star of the romcom's with Suzy Starlet and host of award shows. He who spent needless hours being formulated. His every move a movement. He who when asked to run for presidential candidate for both parties, declined and formed his own party. Broadcast on television screens daily, hourly. Raw footage being beamed into the glassy, glowing eyes of the audience. An audience made up of every demographic and even some new ones. Until he was on television, the demographic of "Young Housepets aged 4-8" had not existed. Now a corpse. A corpse that fell to the solid, incessant cement that covered eighty percent of this city. Still being photographed. The end of questions slowly mumbled out of the mouths of bleach-blond reporters. "...re you still seeinoh my god!" exclaims a reporter. Her first night working for the newest gossip-fueled-tripe-spewing television program, nay "entertainment news." She vomits on her microphone. It became the quickest YouTube video to hit one billion views. He who searched out hell. Banged on the gateway to all evil. Now thudded on the ground. He who signed in the blood of his first born. A child never given the ability to protest, to plead a child's case. Instead, this child was merely the binding letters of a contract. He was now dead. His soul seeping through the earths many levels. Journeying to an eternity of scrapes and first degree burns. Which annoy and radiate heat. A last thought rushes through his now see-through head. About a time he cannot quite put his fingers on. Somebody who may be a collection of somebodies. A song he has loved for ages but is hearing for the first time. This all culminates in a feeling he can taste. Soul nourishingly good. He Hollywood arrives to Hades a happy man.

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The preceding was a short story I wrote in the scary spirit of Halloween. Over the week I'll be posting about scary movies, spooky goings on and staying away from anything vampire related. Except "The Lost Boys". I've always said that leather-clad vampires are the scariest.

Standard Issue Sneakers

Unlike half the upstart streetwear companies out there Admiral, official outfitter of the British Navy since 1914, has staying power. Using nuances from their Navy apparel they create pieces that are timeless. The Navy Sneakers take the eight-button-double breasted closure from pea-coats emphasizing it's nautical theme. Wool sneakers! Im in!

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Duke Basketball X Mike Posner X PL

Mike Posner, his alma mater and fellow Detroit native PL all hooked up to do a hype montage for this years b-ball team. This video is oozing with montagey goodness and cliche night time at the outdoor court scenes. Another version of this song will be available on his upcoming mixtape "One Foot Out The Door" which will be free on i-Tunes October 29th.

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Not A Fresh Pair Of Nikes, Loafers With Deadly Spikes!

French designer Louboutin, most famous for his women's shoes and handbags, has tapped into the punk underworld for these lethal loafers. The Rollerball Loafers are tough enough to wear in mosh pits, dingy clubs and bar fights but have the classy name attached for days at the office and Starbucks.

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I'm Thinking About...

...Writing A Gritty Spider-Man. In This One Instead Of Getting Spider Powers From The Bite, He Gets AIDS.

Ra Ra Riot - Ghost Under Rocks (Video)

I love listening to "Ghost Under Rocks" while I'm a Student Under Homework. Manic Mid-Term.

Ye Olde Man Of Spider

In 2003, comic book demi-god, Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert came together to create Marvel 1602. An Elizabethan era Marvel tale where many of the current Marvel heroes make their way over to North America after being run out of Europe. Since then it has spurred three spin-offs, New World, Fantastick Four and Spider-Man 1602. The most recent, Spider-Man 1602, hit shelves last week and got my five dollars and fifty cents. Revolving around Peter Paquagh, former apprentice of Sir Nicholas Fury, who works for the local paper illustrating. Suspicious of the local Harbourmaster, Norman Osborne, Parquagh stumbles upon a troubling situation that leaves him on a ship back to England. A blend of the fast-paced Spider-Man action readers are used to and fantastical images worthy of Oz or Narnia this comic aims to please. Go to your local comic book store and pick it up.

Intervention: Top Sites

A couple weeks back I updated my Mac, something I usually ignore until my computer has billowing black smoke coming out of it's compu-orifices. I was surprised to see this new option, "Top Sites", when I opened a new Safari window. Every time I would get on my computer I would see which sites I had visited most often the previous day. Now, I crave this information. More than food, more than water, more than grape soda. When I get bored of the 12 window view I have, I simply expand to 24 window version. Kanye's Blog, The Hundreds, Twitter, My Fantasy Football league and of course ZachMorrisism have all cemented their places in my topsites. While others are constantly climbing their way up and down the rankings. Maybe I should just turn this option off. I could just tell myself it's not that important. But the sad realization is I love Top Sites and I know it loves me back.

They Call Oil, Black Gold...

...I give my blood away for free. It's liquid zirconium.

Generic Hat Post #5

Even though the Grizzlies are now in Memphis, no longer use this font, logo or colour scheme...me wanty! I saw this at Rock 'N' Jocks earlier this week and it has haunted my every waking moment. Damn you tuition and textbooks! Spending responsibly is so hard.

Nerdery

I thought nerdery had peaked with the internet but a chinese designer named Airz, the "z" makes it extra cool, has taken it to a whole new plateau. This NES within a cartridge started with Airz taking apart a portable media player and ended with this toy every man-boy wished he had.

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Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You (Video)

I heard this song in "Zombieland" the other night and it re-kindled my love for it. The bleakness of the lyrics and overall dark tone of the song hook me in every time.

Can't Blame The Turkey...

...Must Be The Weed.

His And Hers Matching Furs

Indie film star Chloe Sevigny has once again teamed up with retailer Opening Ceremony to further her journey into the fashion world. Unlike many celebrity lines that seem to just print a name or image on a typical t-shirt, Sevigny has upped the ante with her newest collection. Including penny loafers, short jackets and many interesting designs. Especially these gorgeous animal prints. Available in giraffe and tiger the "slouchy cardigan" and crewneck sweater would be a welcomed addition to anyone's winter wardrobe. Check out the full line on Opening Ceremony's website.

Don't Label Me...Label Posts!

I just labeled every post on the site. They're all categorized in a neat little cloud on the right hand side. Left hand if your reading this in a mirror.

Kelly KaPOWski (Vol.6)

It's Friday. She's Kelly. I'm glad to be back.

DOM Kennedy ft. BJ The Chicago Kid - Of All Time (Video)

It's 8:00pm. I'm punching out with some DOM.

10.Deep Fall 2009: The Sequel

The second part of the 10.Deep fall collection has arrived at ECapCity and has even dollar in my wallet yearning to be spent. A mixture of 10.Deep's signature styling and outdoor workwear these garments look perfect for anything Jack Frost can hit you with. Check out the full line at the 10.Deep site.

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Tim William - Feel Young feat. Bjorn (Video)

Spotted this over at Travie's Blog and listened to it once. Now I've played it ten... no fifteen times and I'm signing up for dance lessons.

Hair Envy

"That's gold! That is like late 70's ,NBA Basketball. It's got a lot of flavour. No one's rockin' it like that. He should stick with it."
Bald Commentator

Sometimes I...

Edit posts days or weeks after I have posted them. Sometimes because they make little to no sense. Other times to re-work the flow of the blurb. Mostly the nonsense part though.

Scoopy Giles - "Dumplin' Butt" (Video)

Tracy Morgan should quit "30 Rock" and pursue a career in hip-hop. The world needs more songs like "Dumplin' Butt" and less songs like those heard on today's top 40 radio. Am I serious? Even I don't know.

I Don't "Do" HTML

Hence the post bellow is facacked.

Le Donk & Scor-Zay-Zee (Trailer)

The mockumentary genre may be my favourite type of film. Their characters draw me in. Their quirks make me snicker. And I constantly find myself connecting with and rooting for their protagonists. Who wouldn't root for Scor-Zay-Zee with his T.O. 49ers jersey?

Maharishi At The Reed Space

Winter creeping up on us slowly. Time for toques, sweat-ers/shirts and parkas. Thus I have began internet window shopping to compile an idea of what my winter look will consist of. These two sweaters by Maharishi have started to guide me. Available at NYC's The Reed Space, these two combine streetwear flare while taking cues from the "grown-up" look that more and more brands are adapting to.

Fool's Gold - Surprise Hotel (Video)

Not to be mistaken with the Label, Fool's Gold Records, this L.A. based band sounds like Vampire Weekend but have dubbed their sound "Tropical Soul". What a wonderful way to start your Monday morning.

Uffie - Pop The Glock (Video)

Uffie IS Banging! "Pop The Glock" makes me want to dance like the asian hipster with his ironic bowl cut around the two minute mark. The visuals are also quite appeasing.

Bee Aggressor.

When entering my house today I was followed in and ambushed. The culprit? A trio of bees, nay violent, hate-fueled, wasps. Seeming to mimic my every move, buzzing from side to side, inching near me every so slowly, causing me to run into my bedroom. I arrived panicked and breathing like a obese man on Day 1 of P90X. I had to act quickly. Draw up a battle plan. Attack with no mercy. I emerged a stronger man. Clad in my bath robe and armed with a spray canister of air- freshener I was set on ridding my house of this evil insect scum. I quickly ran upstairs, making sure my head was covered by the hood of my robe. I can not even being fathom how goofy I would look with a swollen face via bee-sting. When I made it to the kitchen, still being tracked by these pollen predators , I quickly slid open the screen door and began to spray air freshener out the door. The small brained dopes were duped. All three of them, as if choreographed, buzzed out of my house and towards the scent they would soon learn was merely fabricated. I removed my hood, put my weapon back into it's holster (my robe pocket) and once again re-opened the ongoing inner debate topic of "Could I be a masked vigilante?"