I Hear A Ticking But I Don’t Know Why

Old 97’s tonight at the Visualite.
So this is how I’m gonna roll?  My first post of the week and all I’m gonna do is plug the band I’m going to see tonight?! Man, oh man. Well, that’s what the weekend is for – I’ll bask in the glory of my Creative Olympics victory, work in some of the stuff I did in NY with Pastor Steven and Dawon, maybe drop a few of the hot trax that are in my heavy rotation – just something to whet your appetite.  Now go listen to Time Bomb, close your eyes and wish you were there with me.

Creative Olympics: The Sportscenter Update

Well it’s half-time at the Creative Olympics – or whatever time it would be after 2 of 3 events… do they pause after the second period in a hockey game?  If they do, this is that.

And just to re-cap the events thus far, I took event #1 like it was candy from an infant – and my opponent, who actually owns an infant, took the silver, and complained the whole way home because he didn’t know he could use photo or linkage support.  His loss.  Point, Agassi.

So on day #2, Captain Lamefest attempts to bounce back by trying to pass off some bad Weird Al-esque rhymes and a hip hop soundtrack as a slogan for a high end walker.  Funny? Sure.  Accurately targeted? Absolutely. If he were drunk and blindfolded. But apparently it was enough – and in a controversial decision, the winner by an apparent coin-flip was Bobby Lamerade. I really just blame classes like Consumer Behavior and Promotions Management for my loyalty to aiming for the target market – because true creativity is at its best when it operates within given parameters and still achieves innovation.  Just ask Houdini.  And you can brush up on target markets here if you’re still unsure.

So that leaves it all tied up at 1, setting the stage for a grand finale on Friday.  Some conspiracy theorists believe that the second event’s results were rigged in order to build antipication for said main event.  They also believe we didn’t land on the moon and that JFK was assassinated by Elvis and Marylin Monroe.  But I think this time, they might be on to something…

Olympic Glory

Today it begins – “it” being the Creative Olympics, an epic battle between me and the lamest person I’ve ever met.  In honor of the Beijing Games that begin in less than a month, my boss (and easily the best Asian person I’ve ever met) is hosting a Creative challenge this week consisting of three events – the 200 word blog post, slogging and conceptery.  Go here for any and all clarification.  Or just understand that its a lot like the Dan vs. Dave battle of the early ’90’s.

Vote early. Vote often. Game on.

If Its the Beaches

So I’m taking the last half of the week off to head down to Edisto for some beach time with the familia and the lady.  We’re getting back Friday, just in time for the birthday of a certain producer-extraordinaire and yours truly.  So if this week feels a little better than most weeks, you now know why.  We’ll also be renting one of these for the big day…

don’t try and stop us.  Maybe if you’re nice, we’ll even invite you to our moon bounce party.  Just make sure you take off your shoes.

* p.s. today’s blog title is inspired by these guys, and their recent announcement that they have signed to American Records and will subsequently be recording their next album with Rick Rubin. America, say hello to the Avetts.

Happy Birthday America – 2008 Edition

America, you look better and better every year.

In your honor, I will eat grilled meat and blow a bunch of stuff up.

Oh and the ol’ blog turns 3 today… made it out of the terrible two’s with barely a scratch.  How about that.  Take a trip down memory lane:
July 06
July 07

Back to the Present

In what appears to be a hole in the space time continuum, Nike is going to release a shoe inspired by the greatest sequel of all time – that’s right Godfather and Rocky fans…. Back to the Future II.  Go ahead, I dare you to try to dispute that.

The McFly, as I’m calling it, or the Nike Hyperdunk as they’re calling it, is however missing one key factor – the powered laces.

Here’s hoping they get that figured out soon.  Because ultimately we all know what this really means – we’re one step closer to the Hoverboard.  Inventors of the world, consider this a warning – you’d better get on it.

In related news of my childhood, The Rock-afire Explosion is back together again.  I’m telling you, you just can’t keep a good thing down… cream always rises to the top.