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Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

I’m not someone who’s opposed to doing something just for the sake of doing it. You need to remember that I once bought two ASIMO robots simply to stage chariot races. Only to find out the ASIMO Harness League doesn’t really exist. I also built a Tesla coil in my backyard, but the city shut it down. The iron fist of Edison still exists. Be afraid ‘merica.  I’ve also been credited with inventing vegetables.

Certainly you understand I am no stranger to the superfluousness, but sometimes we as a species just go to far.

por ejemplo:

FRAMES -snowboarding shortfilm teaser from Flatlight Films on Vimeo.

We DO NOT need a slower snowboarding video. What we need is a shrad flick that can keep me awake for more than seven minutes.

Then again maybe this is in a whole different class of videos, and needs to be enjoyed for the simple fact that high-speed cameras make it look pretty cool.  It’ll be like when Audi got kicked out of rally racing.

Or better yet they should market it as “The Snowboardingest Slow Movie Ever!” because really, the high-speed cameras are the star of this show. And I don’t think anyone can take the crown of “Slowest” from Standard Films.

Just looking at their website put me to sleep. This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but I was comatose.

Some other things I would like to do in life, just to say I did it:

  • Whaling.
  • Conquer Mario 2
  • Own a megaphone
  • Prepare a Thai meal that doesn’t turn out garbage barged.
  • Aubrey Plaza
  • Marijuana topiaries of classic scenes from Richard Donner films

In Other News

Illegalnadian Broder

Not Quite Ready Made.

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

I’ve been getting issues of Ready Made at the estate. For those of you who don’t know, Ready Made is kind of like Esty on paper, but with instructions. For example: You wanna know how to make a flowerpot out of old electrical outlet covers? Don’t fret, it’s in the latest issue.

I can admit I’ve been flipping through it as I devour my typical breakfast of yogurt, kefir and some internet smut. It’s above Real Simple as far as respectability as a publication, but still not my thing. Ready Made is buying thrift store jeans, while Real Simple is paying $250 for distressed denims.

Being a print publication, they know their days are numbered so they are really, really pushing their Facebook site. You can become a fan, get great ideas for arts and crafts projects around your house, and even suggest a few nifty projects you’ve completed.

Of course, I read this and was instantly thinking “I make nifty shit out of left-over crap all the time. Remember the time I made a Tesla Coil and some cut-off shorts from a Tesla Coil and a pair of full-length pants? Fuck. I should be all over this.”

But, we all know print is dead and Prince has decided the internet is just a fad, so I’m going just throw out these ideas I’ve got laying around. Besides, Ready Made already rejected them. Some of them I’ve completed and some are still just plans.

  • Hang a lawn chair from the ceiling using old inner tubes from your bike. Add booze and friend for just about the most fun ever.
  • Use a couple pieces of bread and some cheese to make your own cheese sandwich. For extra fun put the sandwich in a pan with just a touch of olive oil to make a GRILLED CHEESE.
  • Rather than sitting for your own portrait, style yourself after someone famous and simply buy their portrait. Abe Lincoln, John Kennedy, and Kramer seem to be the most readily available.
  • Use cigarettes to create bad breath and probably some cancer.
  • Mix-up sour cream, a packet of taco seasoning and zero creativity for a quick, easy and absolutely shitty snack to bring to any event.
  • Create your own angry neighbors by pumping either Mac Dre of The Mars Volta all damn day.
  • Pull your shirt up for a cheap and effective gas mask.
  • Skin lamp.
  • Make your own popsicles with used 8 oz. yogurt containers and some popsicle sticks. Make your own pipe out of dented Coors Light can and a safety pin.
  • Collect a bunch of hackory arts-and-crafts projects, add some urbanite models, Use the Eames font and put out a magazine of your own.

Let me know how these work out, and remember—HAVE FUN!

Pro-tips on working Corpo

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Week two is coming to close in the world of my corporate consultancy.  My mind gets blown a little more each day, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got it figured out now. You might think CORPO is too big, you’ll just be a simple number, no one will notice you. And to extent that is true, but only if you let it be.

In reality this place is like Oz. and not the Dorothy, Toto and Tin Man Oz. This is some HBO “Welcome to Oz, bitch” shit. You come in and you gotta let people know where you stand. You need to let people know you’re better than them. It’s an intimidation game. When you were young, or if you do it to 13-year-old girls on the cyberspace it’s called bullying—and for that the consequences are never to be the same. But in the working world I think it’s called business savvy.

To help you out I’ve come up with 10 tips to keep in mind when starting a new position. There are a couple things to keep in mind whilst getting savvy. The first is to not give yourself a couple days to settle in. This means you will be adapting to their systems. You’re gonna be playing by your rules, your shit needs to be more important. The second thing is to never waver, or show the littlest bit of doubt when savvy-izing. You need to be 100 certain in your actions. So study up and get to work at not working.

10 Ways to stake your claim in CORPO

  • When being shown about, ask things like, “Oh, you still use fax machines here?” and “…and that just goes on the company account, right?”
  • If they give you a cubicle, designate one corner to your Japanese tea set and artisan teas. Each day at 3:30 take 20 minutes to sip tea and stare intensely at the list of phone extensions that is the whole of you cubicle art.
  • Inquire about the fitness facility. Be sure to ask a fat person.
  • Ask around for the best way to the Land Rover dealer. Don’t give people an address or a business name, just assume they know where the dealership is.
  • Find out who your equals are and those who are just above you, but not directly above you (i.e. copywriters use designers or art directors). Ask them to do some research for you. Start with business related requests but soon have them check into hotels near Paso Robles.
  • Keep asking, “How is the sailing around here?”
  • Always carry a couple $50s or $100s. Then when a co-worker ask for a donation for some kind of gift or treat day, you can just respond with “OOOOO…I’ve only got hondos.” If after three days this opportunity doesn’t arise, start asking co-workers to break a hundred. It helps to do this to the same co-worker several days in a row.
  • Ignore Casual Friday. Wearing a fucking ascot that day.
  • Reference fictitious Egyptian and Japanese economists and philosophers. Use only their last names. Base all of your decisions on the theories of Farruk and Matsuo.
  • Smoke cigarettes without apology.

I heisted this from NYlife. It's crazy how wackurate this image is.

And it’s summer…GO!

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

MuthaFuckin’ Memorial Day. I’m pretty in 2000 we almost cancelled this holiday. Oh, we were still going to get the extra day off and whatnot, but it was just going to called “Picnic and Sunburn” day. Every year on the last Monday in May, Ralph Lauren would hold a news conference, covered on every station of course, and each year he would be someplace different: The Hamptons, Vermont, Wisconsin Dells, etc. He would decree “It is now safe to wear your white shoes,” then he’s take a bite of watermelon and eyeball a couple of college girls in bikinis.

But then we got ourselves involved in, like, 12 different wars. The House of Representatives fistbumped the Senate and was like, “Fuck yeah, more dead working class folks. Memorial Day 4 Life!”

To memorialize things I had a mint julep. It was tasty. I also had some beers and found this staring at me in a bathroom:

and all I could think about were other things that could have been in that picture:

  • car bombs
  • cops
  • potato famines
  • The Pogues
  • leprechauns
  • DeLoreans

But more importantly, I was reminded that if you’re going to put up posters in your bathroom, punk-rock rules always apply:

Posters are to be oversized and only of one of the following: 1)Dead Kennedys 2) The Clash-London Calling album art 3) Faith No More-Angel Dust album art 4) Alyssa Milano circa 1989 in a NY Rangers jersey.

Rules is rules.

That was all on Saturday. The rest of the weekend I tried to forget about the girl in that poster and the likelihood of her developing some sort of skin cancer. I also cooked meat. On a grill.

Horse Races: Get Your Saturday On

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

I’m sure you all know that I’m going to be rolling out to Heavy-T’s bachelor party in just a few minutes, but it’s important that we also address that today is The Preakness Stakes. Horse racing is by far the best sport to be in to, except for the damn hats women wear at the Kentucky Derby. Seriously, ladies, give it up. You look like some rejected Dickensian characters. But let’s get back to horse racing. Way better than football, baseball, basketball or hockey because it’s done in two to three minutes. It’s all excitement too. None of this time-out, seventh-inning stretch nonsense. In horse racing the cadence plays, you set down your drink, the bells sounds, and everyone is on their feet for the entire race. And when it’s over you pick your drink back up. Plus you can win money. Legit money. Not like the amateur-assed march-madness office-tourney money, but heaps of money.

The other aspect of horse racing that is radder than all other sports is the names of the horses. It’s better than naming porno. Trust me on that one. Granted sometimes you’ll get one like Super Saver. That name reminds me of the sticker on the INXS Listen Like Thieves album, explaining why it was only $5.99. I think Super Saver was actually code for “not good.”

This years name line up at Pimlico could be better, but at least Jackson Bend is in there. FYI: A Jackson Bend is what happens when you go the bathroom post-coitus and your pee shoots sideways. As in: “My pee just made a Jackson Bend  and got all over her Illustrated Bible Stories shower curtian.”

It’s now that I should also let any horse owners know that my services are available for horse namings. And my fees are reasonable.

Broders and sizzders, just imagine this line-up at at the 2011 Preakness

  • Pooh’s Honey Stash ridden by Lester Felts
  • Frontside Indy ridden by Choo Choo McGumbo
  • Tilting At Energy Generating Wind Turbines ridden by Emmanuel Lewis
  • Truckstop Christmas ridden by Smalls Tiny
  • Freakonomics ridden by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner
  • Cow Face Pose ridden by Chesterton Hooch
  • Get Jay Leno Off The Air ridden by Raul Cifuentes
  • The Black Sleep of Kali Ma ridden by Fluf Coppertop
  • Eight Wale Corduroy ridden by Milt Lemons
  • Taco Dip ridden Geno Amanti
  • Leon Spinks and the Sophomore Jinx ridden Slip Kidd
  • Upper Decker ridden by Jean LaFabre
  • Smells Like Stripper Money ridden Camp Wrenchrod

But for today, I think Patty O’Prado is a good bet.

PSA Wednesday

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

Public Service Announcement day over here at the Rumorator offices.

Part 1: This is almost as good as the canadian workplace safety ads.


But, in both cases weddings are getting ruined.

Part 2: This goes back to the trivia team I’m on (we’re struggling this season, so piss off). One of our potential names came from Mr. Lipski who suggested we should be “She Was All For Shower Sex Until I Tried to Use the Apricot Facial Scrub as Lube.” We could dive into the backstory of this, but it’s more important we address the real issue here—People need to know what they can and can’t use for lubrication whilst sexing. To make it easier I compiled  some tips for smarter lubing. Also for what it’s worth, I knew a girl named Becky Lubs when I was growing up. Her name was a sentence. I thought she was rad. But, on to the matter at hand.

Six Tips for better lubing

  • When using the KY His and Hers, be sure not to put His on her. Lest your girl will be more disappointed than when she found out you read rumorator.com.
  • Don’t be fooled, Mr Zog’s Sex Wax doesn’t actually help sex. Similarly “No Fat Chicks” stickers don’t work either.
  • Various things that do not work well in place of lube: Coins, Aluminum Foil, Marbles, Sri Racha Sauce
  • Listening to Otis Redding works well; Thinking of Otis Redding at the bottom on Lake Monona does not.
  • Before using it for lube, ask yourself, “will the child in her womb be effected by this Seventh Generation All-Purpose Cleaner?”
  • Always used water based lubricants. Unless you’re in a hot tub, then use vodka.

Hump on my friends. Hump on.

WednesdayTF?

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

1. I broke my own rule about letting the bloggins go for four days without an update. This does not make me happy, but I had a guest in from out of town.

2. Somehow Glee is still on tv. But it seems to have forgotten that it’s a damn musical, and that it cannot take itself seriously. This is how things go to shit. Shelf that crap next to Cop Rock. In related news: WTF Lost? A rerun?

3. Looks like somebody had the old “Milwaukee Breakfast”:

4. Maybe you missed my unemployment tips? If you did, they’re over at Yobeat.com for your reading pleasure.

5. I’ve got to email a girl about a cork fedora, which might be like seeing a man about a dog.

6. I got this letter from the New Yorker yesterday:

What’s funny is that my subscription doesn’t run out until August of 2011, and I pay nothing near that price. But I called into to make sure I was still on the cheap reads lists and I’m all good. Sarah a the subscription office was a peach. I’m now subscribed through August of 2016. (I have included the ruler for scale.)

7. I’m back into Murakami.

8. I guess this is real. Some people should have their lives revoked. You’ll dance to anything by any bunch of stupid Europeans who come over here
with their big hairdos intent on taking our money instead of giving your cash, where it belongs, to a decent American artist like myself.

Opening Day Is Coming

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

MONDAY! MONDAY! MONDAY! is opening day and if you’re like me you’ll be there cheering on Los Cerveceros against the Cololamedo Rockies. It’s a great time to get your fill of brats, dogs, stadium sauce, pork, taco dip, chips and beer. The weather sounds like it’s going to be perfect this year, so don’t miss it. But in case you didn’t get tickets. I’ve compiled a list of other activities with which to fill your opening day.

22 Things to do If You Didn’t Get Opening Day Tickets:

  • Come to the parking lot and drink beer. Maybe play that weird bean bag tossing game.
  • Lars-style it: Sit on your stoop with a radio and a 12er of Old Style.
  • Work.
  • Grab a baseball bat and have your own opening day in Riverwest.
  • Sit around with your frat brothers and have your own sausage races.
  • Keep reminding your friends how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds remain until the World Cup Begins.
  • Blame Obama
  • Carry on with your life, oblivious to the local sports team, only acknowledging it to discuss how it causes an unhealthy obsession in a class of people obviously lower than yourself.
  • Grab an early dinner at Applebees. Then maybe swing by Barnes & Noble for that new Rachel Ray Cookbook. Her recipe for take-out hamburgers is amazing: Buy three hamburgers, combine them all into one and look at that, you’ve got a triple burger for the biggest of appetites. And you didn’t even mess up your kitchen.
  • Drugs (and wear sunglasses).
  • Sleep with the wife of a man who is going to opening day. HOMERUN!
  • Do the Humpty Hump.
  • Fight the good fight and get some anti-fungal cream.
  • Check in on 4-Square: “I’m not at opening day! http://4sq.com/tellmewhenthisgetannoying
  • Get Mtv Off the Air
  • Get down with that Joanna Newsom triple disc. I have to suggest doing this one Lars-style, with the 12er of Old Style on the front stoop, as well.
  • Just keep on, keepin’ on.
  • American Pie #8: Semester at See-Through-Panties is finally out on DVD. Catch the commentary with Eugene Levy, Michelle Trachtenberg, Frankie Muniz and Haley Joel Osmet.
  • Wonder aloud whenTF Rumorator.com went to blow.
  • Come up with a noble excuse such as: you donated your tickets to a blind child who only longs to hear the crack of a Prince Fielder homerun, or I’ve spent the last six month in a meth haze, can you really expect me to order tickets?
  • Listen to the “Music for Losers” station on Pandora.
  • Opt to go see a Madison Mallards game because that’s where core baseball happens.

In Other News

You cannot stop this:

Knee Deep in the Olympics

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

Maybe you all missed it whilst you were at home with one leg up on your couch trying to push your peep up your butt, but the Olympics started. In reality you haven’t missed much. Some toned down luge event. I think Christine Brennan talked to IOC into reducing the track because the lugers were going to fast. So everyone is puttering through that event. Apollo Ono still has his soul patch, and Lindsey Vonn still has a sore leg as well as a crap showing in Sports Illustrated. Bob Costas hasn’t aged in 73 years an I’ve been told he gained eternal youth by eating Dick Clark. It was also reported that one quarter of all the condoms used in the Olympic Village are used by Costas.

But there are some rad events going on too. Curling. So fucking legit. Biathlon. If all skiing was as rad as the biathlon I wouldn’t even shrad. But really the closest I have ever come was getting stoned one night at The Crystal Falcon’s house and playing Duck Hunt while standing on the Nordictrack

Of course the old halfpike events are coming up. It’s funny because last night my homey the_boss_of_you was claiming on chinese state television the Chinese are winning all the medals. I got a feeling that kind of ”media augmentation” will happen in the USA if Sean Blanco doesn’t win in the tube. But rightfully so, if the kid tosses down the CulebraBlanca  he’s going to be tough to beat.

But in the interest of making the Old-Limp-dicks a bit more entertaining I’m tossing up these suggestions from Brother Keith as he embarked on his journey to become the head of the IOC last night.

11 Ways to Make the Winter Olympics More Interesting

  • Install a stripper pole at center ice for all figure skating events.
  • Give all biathlon athletes snow camo and paintball (or BB) guns and make it a last man standing event.
  • All downhill ski racers have to fashion their own skis out of provided lumber and tools in 24 hours.
  • The luge will take place on plastic Coleco brand sleds and have jumps made out of hay bales.
  • Introduce same sex couples figure skating.
  • Ban nude colored spandex from figure skating uniforms.
  • Leave hockey just as it is.
  • Combine figure skating and curling into one super event where a skater gets tossed and dudes sweep her into a circle target.
  • Replace Bob Costas with @iamsalmasakela.
  • Incorporate a pow turn / method contest into snowboarding.
  • Add a full loop and maybe a corkscrew to the luge.

Also if you couldn’t decide what to get me for Valentine’s day, it’s not too late to grab this from my Celbrity friend

Snowboard Cute oh-ten

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010


So I caught word of this from Boardistan—it seems Hannah Teter and Claire Bidez are going to be in the new SI swimsuit issue. And the best part is you won’t even recognize them. You’ll just be flipping through, one-handed, and be like “who are these two not models?” Then if you take the time to read you’ll be all surprised.

SI touched the hell out of those women, and not the way the old dude on the corner touches women. They are so digitally altered they have become hardly recognizable. Some women’s mag did something like this recently and that was creepy enough when they had clothes on.

The error of SI’s ways comes from not understanding “Snowboard-cute.” It works like this: you put somebody on a board, toss some trendy prints and colors on them, cover 50% of their face with goggles and a hat and you’ve got a potentially attractive person. However, you pop those items off and you have someone you wouldn’t look twice at on the street. Granted, the fact that this person can ride earns them some leeway in the bangability department. But in real life they are just normal people, and usually really short.

Perfect example of snowboard-cute right here: I was at Winter Park last week and there is some girl standing up at the top turning bucks by taking pics of families on vacation. As my chairlift crested the off-ramp, I saw her there in all of her glory and my heart gets all gooey. I look at her and she looks at me and I slide up and give her a pleasant hug. 3 feet before contact I realize, damn this was not what I thought. To late to abort (this is how snowboarders become friends).

Snowboard-cute in action right there. I didn’t even let her take my picture. The shitty thing is she was probably thinking the same thing. I kind of feel bad for her. I mean I had almost had a boner for a second, and she probably did too.

And FYI “snowboard cute” applies for women and men, equal opportunity for regret.

Snowboarders tend not to be dreamy because they are people who live in cold ass environments, fall down a lot, and really enjoy substance abuse. So when SI considered grabbing a couple riders to put in the swimsuit issue someone in their creative department should have said, “Hmm maybe we can just get some model to hold a snowboard. Like Chanel and Ralph Lauren would.”

But nope they take real riders and then fuck with them so much that they are unrecognizable and really even creepier looking. Shit, they even brought Claire Bidez’s crazy belly button along for the show. They took Hannah and Claire out of their elements and tried to make them models. Bad move. And it all boils down to this–Once again mainstream media makes snowboarding look ridiculous.

Also not enough ass shots.

My list of the top snowboarding-cute riders:

1. Natasha Zurek—Rides well but in real life she comes up to my nip-nips
2. Tina Basich—Okay so there is something about the freckles and sharp features here.
3. Laura Hadar—I cannot explain my attraction to her. It is beyond me, but it is magnificent
4. Leanne Pelosi—In relief she is quite small, and quite Canadian. Rides like a beast though.
5. Alexis Waite—I do not see enough pics of her. She could even get bumped up.
6. Kier Dillion—You know this is true.

Get sexy. Valentines Day is coming.