Thursday, December 21, 2006

Go Elf Yourself



Now I know that by posting this I'm playing directly into the hands of the viral marketing team at OfficeMax (and not those stuffed shirts at Office Depot mind you), but hafta say, in this instance, the fun-to-advertising ratio is more than favorable. The concept is clever and entertaining, the execution is top drawer, and the OM logo is a diminutive little tab down in the corner.


It’s a Flash site that lets you paste your picture into the head of a slightly rubenesque elf, and then watch him/her dance around like, well, a drunk guest at the office Christmas party.

My friend Kat Bauer first sent me this using her face, and I promptly tried it with my head, but then I remembered that I already had a video of me dancing like this, except I was in a French maid’s outfit instead of an elf’s—and I was covered in corn syrup (some of you might’ve seen it on YouTube…)

Anyway, I tried it again with Chrissy’s noggin and, voilà — instant laff-riot!

On the flip side, it’s not hard to imagine this getting out of hand when college students, tired with using friend’s and relative’s mugs, turn to other body parts for the plump little sprite’s bean. Yikes...

www.elfyourself.com

H’ppy H’days


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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

So, So, So Wrong.

Beloved Illustrator Jotto Seibold, known by most for his “Mr. Lunch” and “Olive the Other Reindeer” children’s books, recently had his eponymous website "jotto.com" purloined recently by some shithead cybersquatter.

For now anyway, if you go there, there's a crap online gambling site. I'm both pissed and troubled at the same time. Mr. Seibold was one of the first illustrators to exploit the possibilities of the web. It's painfully ironic that something like this would happen to him of all people.

The big question for me is, what kind of sociopathic maladroit finds pleasure in things like this? I'm trying to imagine the stank-breath cretin that did it: "After I’m done scratchng my balls here, I'm fixin’ to replace this sublime oasis of art and beauty with a f**king online casino, because there just ain't enough of ’em to go around…"

My current theory is that, on some sub-atomic level, it’s not enough for crap to fill only the empty voids of space, it must also corrupt and destroy anything that’s not crap.

For the time being, Jotto has set up a temporary URL with only a splash screen at quincythp.com, but in case you’ve never seen his work, you’re in for a real treat. Here’s a couple of quick links for you to check out.

_ Ready. Sit. Read.

_ Alice in Wonderland


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Say Frank..

According to sources (ie: all the cool-hunter trend sites I never have time to read) this Ze Frank (Zay- Frank) fella is the Funniest Guy on the Web. Damn, I was really hoping that spot was still open.

the show with zefrank


Check out his helpful instructional video on "Finger Food" (not what you're expecting), then as usual, settle in with a tube of Pringles and be prepared to waste, oh, about 2 hours watching the rest of the archived series.

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

blutonic relationship


Well folks, I think it’s high time for some good ol’ self-promotion (right Bob — like a blog isn’t like one big giant ego trip all by itself…)
After messing around for a couple of years playing for anyone fortunate enough to own a grand piano, the scrappy little jazz trio I play in got a gig that should offer something more in the way of compensation besides the hearty “you guys were great” or as much bar-b-q as we can eat.



Ladies and gentlemen, bluetonic invades the unsuspecting Sapphire Hotel this coming Sunday night, December 10th at 8:00 PM.

After several weeks of begging, electric cello-monster Gideon Freudmann finally relented and agreed to put in a guest appearence with the group. There's also a few surprises rumored that I can neither confirm nor deny at this time, but it looks to be a total gas — I can hardly wait…

Tickets are available at Ticketmaster™ and all the usual outlets…
Well, actually, there’s no charge to get in, but you’d better buy something while you’re there—you can’t just sit there watching the band! And don’t forget to tip your server!!

I love you all,

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