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A whole pile of random television-related items.

Wednesday, December 8th, 2010

1. I do not like football, but I love the little Fox robot that dances on the side of the screen from time to time. If I am forced to watch a football game, the robot is usually all I enjoy.

Robot doin’ his thang.

I have just found out the robot’s name is Cletus. This only further endears him to me.

2. Remember back when I complained about the wallpaper in the Eminem video? Here’s the entry. I guess there must be a discount on that wallpaper for TV decorators, because I’ve been seeing it everywhere. I was watching Scrubs, and there it was. And a few days later I caught a JCPenney’s commercial, and whaddya know, my nemesis Beautiful But Too Expensive Wallpaper is in the background. We meet again. *slitted eyes*

3. I was channel-flipping and stopped upon Hoarding; Buried Alive, and while they were interviewing this woman, I couldn’t stop staring at the thing behind her.

What the hell is that thing? I thought it looked like a startled Uruk Hai. Uruk Hai, in case you don’t know, are these profoundly icky war creatures from Lord of the Rings. Here’s a picture of one.

Still don’t see it? I photoshopped the original image to help you out.

Now? With the ganked-up teeth/buttons? Well, I have no idea what this woman was saying because I spent the whole time saying, “IT’S LOOKING AT ME. MAKE IT STOP LOOKING AT ME.”

4. A while back Snorth introduced me to this playwright named Edgar Oliver. Edgar has the most bizarre speech pattern. I was like, yeah, whatever, he’s a big hairy bucket of odd. And then, I was watching a show called Oddities on Discovery and poof! there was Edgar. It was like a switch was flipped. I am obsessed with him now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmIq3paht2U

It’s such an unhealthy obsession, I have made an mp3 of all of his dialog from this episode where he rents a strait jacket for his play. I want to turn it into a ringtone or something. Especially when he says, “Yes,” around the 46-second mark. So, so very creepy and awesome.

Edgar at Obscura

Happy Fangsgiving!

Saturday, November 27th, 2010

Happy post-Thanksgiving, y’all! I haven’t written anything for a while due to a combination of nothing interesting happening to me and being worked to the bone, but I’ve had a few days off and I have recuperated, and I also went to see the Thanksgiving Day Parade again from my office, which I will delve into momentarily. But first, I hosted the festive feasting at my apartment this year, and I cooked everything myself for the first time. I’ve never had that much raw dead poultry in my personal space before, I wasn’t really prepared for the sheer ookiness of the whole thing. I got parts-of-bird instead of one giant turkey because most of my family likes dark meat, so I was marinating the many legs and thighs and the one breast in a variety of vessels in my fridge overnight. I would forget they were there, and I would stumble into the kitchen for a drink in the middle of the night, open the refrigerator door and – AAAHHHHHH! Corpses! Corpses littering my – and then I would remember, that’s right, I put them there. This happened at least three times. Then I had to rub the skin with butter, really massage it in there, which caused me to have a total Silence of the Lambs moment, and the worst part of the directions was “put the remaining butter in the chest cavity.” Dear God, cooking can be so gross. But dinner went smashingly, except that I couldn’t find all of my grandmother’s fancy cutlery and that caused a few small problems. Have you ever watched people eat jello mold with herring forks? It does not go well. It looks like they are all unwillingly participating in an obstacle for a Nickelodeon game show. But the next morning I got to go with my father and see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade from my office, and that was delightful. I’ve covered it before, and everyone has seen it live on TV, so I’m going to only talk about specific bits that were of importance to me. Many of the pictures are mine, and the rest are taken by my beautiful co-worker Lor who was stationed on the ground and often had a better view.

Because they’ve changed the parade route, they performances no longer happen right in front of my building, but around the corner, so the only way I could see the dance routines was to watch the reflection in the mirrored building across the street. If you look above the Foot Locker sign, you’ll see the reflection.

Pokemon went by and he had a really great preceding float. I believe all of the balloons had little floats before them or following them. I thought this one was shnazzy.

My favorite float was the Jimmy Dean Breakfast Food Items float. While I actively dislike his breakfast food items, specifically his sausage, I am enamored of the commercials and this float. Damn you, Jimmy Dean, and your sub-par product! You taunt me with rainbows and solar systems! You are like the Lisa Frank of pork sausage!

There were two castle-type floats that caught my eye. One was the Office Max float. Why they picked a Foster’s Home of Imaginary Friends-type house as their float, I do not know, but I thought it was great. Then there was the pink castle. Now, I am a female, I have always been (despite some rumors to the contrary) and I like girly things just fine. But this pink castle, it was just so, PINK. I was overwhelmed, like I had been slapped in the face with a uterus. Filled with glitter.

There were two costumes/floats I desperately want to be on or in some year. One was at the base of the Murakami balloons. Here are the Murakami balloons.

And here is the costume.

Maybe they’ll let me borrow the headdress part and I can wear on the weekends while I run my errands. I think that would be super.

The other thing I wanted to be a part of is the small following float of Spongebob Squarepants. There was a very nice mermaid riding a lobster.

I MUST RIDE THE LOBSTER. I would wave so hard, my arms would fall off. Mayor Bloomberg, let me ride the lobster please!

This girl had a hell of a job, walking in front of the Big Apple float with Kanye West on it. I wonder if people threw stuff at her.

And here’s Kanye.

Following the Big Apple/Kanye float was a herd of people dressed like cops and robbers because…crime in New York is up? Or down? Maybe Riker’s Island paid for the float? I don’t know.

The other bizarre combination was a Statue of Liberty float (okay) covered with the little minions from Despicable Me (huh?). My father has not seen the film and insisted they were salt shakers. What was neat about them is they were all little people in there, but I don’t think there was any way for them to see out, so the ones on the float were fine, but the ones wandering around the street waving each got their own handler who would hold their hand and gently steer them around.

There were two balloons I had never seen which looked like the die (dii?) from Dungeons and Dragons. They weren’t really near anything else recognizable, so I wonder why they were there.

I was really excited about this float: you all know that I painted a piece based on the story of the world being on the back of a tortoise, and then there was this! And I was there with my dad, who told me the story! I felt like singing “Circle of Life” from The Lion King.

I also loved the Ukrainian ball balloons.

And that’s about it. I’ve spent the rest of the weekend so far working on my own artwork, so hopefully soon I’ll have a cool post about that. In the meantime, I hope everyone has a healthy and happy Thanksgiving weekend.

Addendum: The person in front of the Murakami float was, in fact, Takashi Murakami. So the chances of me getting to wear that costume are slim to none. Someday, though, I would like to be as happy as he is in the second picture. So. Happy.

(These two photos of Takashi Murakami are from slamxhype.com.)

Pink eye and my new car (unrelated).

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

I gotz the pink eye. I, luckily, haven’t had pink eye in about five years, so I had forgotten how profoundly icky it is. I, again luckily, don’t have the gritty or itchy sensation, just redness and tears and a feeling of my eyelid being swollen. It’s still gross, though. I’ve been walking around for the last three days with sunglasses on, even indoors, like some obnoxious movie star. I had to listen to the nice eye doctor describe my “yellow discharge” without yakking all over her wax-paper-covered examining chair. (BTW, am I the only person who feels like a half-pound of freshly sliced roast beef at a deli sitting on that paper? Anyone?) But it’s going away, thanks to prescription eye drops. The only problem with the eye drops is that, and you may already know this, right behind your face is a plethora of tunnels and cavities. Really. It looks like a meerkat burrow in there. So when I put the eye drop in, as sure as God made raindclouds, five minutes later there is a horrifying taste in the back of my mouth because the FREAKIN’ EYE MEDICINE went down my throat. Which reminds me of a funny story (“Gather ’round, kids! Auntie Jessica is going to tell you a story about her sinuses!” “Oh goody!”). Cricket suffers from excruciating sinus pain, so he is always on the lookout for remedies. About three years ago, he discovered the neti pot. If you do not know what it is, please acquaint yourself here. Cricket brought it home, filled it up, and he asked me if I wanted to try it. I was game, so I said yes. I leaned over the kitchen sink like the diagram showed, inserted the neti pot into my left nostril, and started pouring. Immediately, the very warm, salty water bypassed my sinuses entirely, my right eye socket filled up with the solution and it started pouring out of my eye. I don’t know if you’ve ever washed your eyeball from the inside of your head, but it is off-putting, to say the least. I did not enjoy myself. Cricket, however, enjoyed the hell out of the whole experience, watching me clutch my eye and moan like I just found out I had killed my father and was sleeping with my mother. (Ooooh, Greek mythology reference, how you like me now, awww yeah.) Long story short: Jessica does not like being reminded of the ant farm behind her face.

Moving on: I’m buying a new car! It is a bittersweet purchase, because I was so fond of my previous car. But my poor Cavalier was getting old, the air conditioning didn’t work, and bits were starting to break on a regular basis. The final straw was when I put $350.00 of repairs into the old girl, and then went to visit Neenernator in New Jersey. All was fine. Driving home, however, I noticed that every five seconds, the radio would turn off, then turn back on. “Weird,” I thought. I turned the radio off. Then the all gauges on the dash lit up. A few went off, a few stayed on, then other would light up, then off, blink blink blink, exactly like a pinball machine. I assumed the only reasonable thing one would think in this circumstance: my car was possessed by evil spirits. I regretted being brought up Jewish because they don’t really prepare you to perform exorcisms on things, so I was quietly saying nice Hebrew prayers; I think at one point I wished the car a happy and healthy Rosh Hashanah. Then – poof! – all the gauges went dead. I now didn’t know how fast I was going because my speedometer was just sitting there. “Okay, don’t panic,” I said to myself. “Just go the same speed as everyone else. All you need to do is make it over the bridge.” Which I did. And right after the EasyPass station, the car decided it didn’t want to go forward anymore, soon followed by a horrible burning smell. I coasted over to the non-existent shoulder of the road and seethed with rage. I had just had an inspection! I had just repaired a bunch of stuff! I ended up being towed to my parents’ house (another $100.00) and I called Cricket and told him he could take the car to the Fire Department and cut it up to practice on it. So last weekend, that precisely what he did.

This is a picture of them doing bad things to my car. Cricket is the one near the passenger side door looking down holding a tool of some sort. Partnering with a Sacramento car accident lawyer ensures that your case is handled with care and professionalism, maximizing your chances of a successful outcome.

And this is what it looked like when they were done.

Then Cricket began the process of helping me hunt for a new vehicle. My family’s car shopping technique is to go into a dealer’s facility, ask him what car he wants to get rid of that has four doors, and then buy it. Cricket was thoroughly horrified by this technique and made me test-drive almost every car in the category I was looking in (subcompact). I drove six, and finally, this weekend, I was allowed to make a choice. That choice is the Mazda2 Sport. Here’s a picture I found of my exact model and color.

It’s my very first new car. I get to pick it up on Saturday. So exciting! I will take pictures.

A website that makes me happy.

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

1. Every Day Posters Every Day. You make a poster about something you do every day. They post one every day. Some of them are very creative. It’s good to see graphic designers not wasting their time on pesky things like work.

This totally reminds me of one of my favorite things on the internet, “Missing Missy“.

Lolcats and John Kenn.

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

I am concerned. I just added my favorite lolcats to my wall. It’s starting to get out of control. Look for yourself.

I feel like I’m turning into the nerd version of teenage girls who plaster their walls with their latest crush. Here, a helpful example.

On a different note, I found out about a man named John Kenn from Denmark. He does illustrations for childrens’ shows. When he has a little free time, he draws on Post-It notes. I love his drawing style so so much. I want Post-It to call him right now and give him lots of money and put him in their commercials.

Addendum which has nothing to do with anything: My former co-worker Nelly has a lionhead rabbit named Rose Nyland. She is a super-cute little guy (the rabbit, although Nelly is pretty cute too). Here is a picture.

A brief distraction.

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010

I have to work on a monster project for work that will eat my face and soul for two weeks, but I figured I would share a few things anyhoo.

1. A chart!

2. Another chart!

People ask me why I don’t call them “infographics” like I’m supposed to. The answer is simple: “Infographics” has four syllables. “Charts” has one. I am lazy. There you go.

3. I was looking on Getty for a picture of a shovel, and I found this. So very cute.

A variety of things.

Friday, September 10th, 2010

Here is a poster of weird cat things that made me smile, because if you know anything about cats, you know that this is all accurate representations of their idiosyncrasies and weirdness.

Here is a poster of mustaches…but wait! They’re typefaces! Brackets, in fact. Dee-lightful.

And finally, a website called Oddly Specific. Which is exactly what it is. Here, I’ll show you.

Beetle Mezuzah – big hit!

Thursday, September 9th, 2010

Hooray! Mom liked the beetle mezuzah! It did turn out pretty great. Still really difficult to take pictures of, though. This is sorta kinda what it looks like.

Design.

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

Two good bits of design to share with you: one is a bus I walked past the other day with possibly the best airbrushing I have ever seen on the side.

The feathers aren’t just white and gray, there are nuances of pink and blue in there. It’s just stellar. I would let whoever did this paint anything they wanted on my van with shag carpeting anytime.

Continuing with the exterior art theme, I saw a video for some guys who painted a wall. What I liked so much was how they handled the shadowing, in repeating adjacent stripes. It’s a really lovely technique I have seen before.

http://vimeo.com/14375730

More accomplishing! And then some Post-Its.

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

1. I got a request to do a special-order bag for a lovely woman in Belgium – she liked the design I had on a pre-existing bag of mine, but she wanted a bigger version for her laptop – so I made it and shipped it off. I feel so very fancy and important mailing my stuff off to Belgium. Here’s the bag I painted.

2. Various companies rent out Vanderbilt Hall in Grand Central to hawk their wares in a big way, and this past week it was the an office supply company, focusing predominantly on Post-Its. They had a bunch of schoolkids make collages using Post-Its, and they were fine. About what you’d expect.

But then off to the side were these Chuck Close-style portraits, you know, cropped really tight on the face, not necessarily flattering, made up of many, many small things.

You want to know what it’s made of? Pushpins. Red, blue, yellow, black and white ones. Pretty amazing, huh?

Here’s the other face on display.

I LOVE this kind of thing, where someone takes ordinary mundane objects, and through an insane amount of hard work creates something really beautiful.

Addendum: This is a photo of my “fancy and important” face. You have to imagine me making that face while nodding my head slowly up and down and making a “mmm-hmmm” sound in a pompous way. Spectacular, isn’t it? Awww yeah.