The extremely powerful imagery in the picture above has absolutely nothing to do with this post. Or does it? No, I'm seriously asking you if you know.
Skin and I recently sat down with one of the best and most glorious ad agencies in the world (Dieste, Harmel & Partners) to discuss exactly what makes stuff happen sometimes.
Click HERE to enjoy the game-changing podcast that will remind everyone once again what it is like to love.
The award will share space in the B&S trophy case, which includes several middle-school perfect-attendance ribbons, Tony Awards for their roles in The Full Monty, and a Grammy for best female R&B vocal performance.
Remember the Bert is Evilphenomenon? If you don't, you really should spend at least 90 seconds reading this. And if you wear glasses, read this one too.
Bert has now apparently convinced Ernie to get in the game. Peep this fine work by some Interwebdood, who has miraculously synced Bert & Ernie up to M.O.P.
Attention. Danger. Do not, under any circumstances, wear fancy clothes. Or any clothes at all. Even if you are presented with a delicious peanut or a gummy bear of any color. It is a trick! Your master wants to cook and eat you so that he can receive glorious prizes and adulation. Danger.
Atención. Peligro. No hacer, bajo ninguna circunstancias, usar la ropa de lujo. O cualquie ropa en absoluto. Incluso si te presentan con un cacahuete delicioso o gomoso llevar de cualquier color. Es un truco! Tu amo quiere cocinarte y comer de modo que él pueda recibir premios y la adulación gloriosos. Peligro.
Disgusting, yet strangely hilarious photo gallery: link
He's definitely my all-time favorite undersized 4. Check out the clips and vintage pics.
My favorite LJ story was from the Dr. Pepper tourney his senior year at Skyline when Woodrow had a three-on-one fastbreak and pulled out to set up a play because LJ was the one.
Now that's intimidation! He really did look like a pro middle linebacker goofing around with jr. high kids.
Speaking of noted sneaker activist Bobbito, this seems like a nice spot to segue into a Kixpo reminder. It's on and poppin' at the end of this month and this year's version includes a 3-on-3 tourney. Me, Benny and Norm are gonna smash MFer's.
But do make plans to post up all weekend. Last year's was great success...
Just found this old bit that Skin and I put together to kickoff the AWRT Gala a couple of years ago. Love Stacy Apple and love me some Eyecon Video Productions (and the GREAT Greg Coon) for making it happen... and still love the bit.
Clark LeClient, the impulse shopper with the eye patch is golden gold. In short, Skin = gold.
The world of media sales is indeed extremely bizarre. This little ditty is basically poking fun of that industry, so it may be a bit too inside for everyone to play ball, but nonetheless... I stumbled across it and thought I'd share. Enjoy.
The following sound clip requires a bit of set up before being played. I apologize for the novel-like size nature of this mini-novel, but it is somewhat necessary.
Preposterous, ludicrous, absurd and utterly nonsensical - just like every Ben & Skin/Orphanage mix. The concept simply came up randomly in the mix with no more thought than any other throw-away line, and was likely never to be heard from again. Until Skin and I made a mock commercial for the product before one of our fill-in shows for the Hardline.
Props to my good buddy Nikki McKinney for making me aware of something that could very well bring an end to the Universe as we know it. Kitty wigs.
As she tells it, Lee Harvey's Bar in Dallas has a resident cat named "Bacon" who apparently happens to have a pretty solid scene in play. Not to get sidetracked, but here's a brief description of Bacon from the Lee Harvey's website:
If you're not yet familiar with Bacon, you should be. He was a scrawny, homeless street kitten that found his way to Lee Harvey's. The management and staff fell in love with him, and soon he became a well fed and rather rotund cat. He also became a local celebrity of sorts with patrons and, oddly enough, roller derby leagues across the U.S. Bacon can also claim well over 1500 friends on his myspace and he's also had his picture taken with many famous musicians and movie stars.
Details are still pouring in, but as it stands now, it appears that Bacon has somehow managed to get sweet Nikki tangled up in the seedy underbelly of kitten wig trafficking.
Excpet for 'Lano's post of C Bosh on Leno, it's been a ghost town here the past few days.
In less than 72 hours, I had three radio shows (2 at freakin' TMS), a birthday dinner, a bachelor party and a wedding to attend in Ft. Worth.
Not complainin' - just sayin' though. The absence should be excused.
My homie Luke Sardello got married Saturday night and it was definitely my kind of scene. Luke is a a big-time wax head (probably over 10,000 pieces) so many of the folks in attendance were fellow vinyl nerds.
There's been a lot of critical reaction to Ben and Skin's recent direction with the Hot Potato Salad. It seems that most media outlets were not keen on the idea of making it a rock opera that takes place on a Telenovela.
Since B& S have always been the kind of dudes easily influenced by the leering press, they've gotten back to their roots on this one.
Poor Troy "T-Ham" Hambrick. He once had the world at his fingertips when he was perfectly slotted to replace Emmitt Smith back in the day. Yet he was unable to not suck as a player. Then, once out of the game, he was unable to not sell crack cocaine, which according to my inside sources really makes the po-po angry like.
To find out why he just got 5 years of prison time, click here.
By the way, when you Google "Crack Cocaine" the 4th story (and first picture you see) is a Troy Hambrick story. Nice.
You may have heard that Bill "hip-hop is evil" Cosby is planning to release a squeaky-clean rap album that won't poison America's youth. What a guy. Here are two decidedly different takes on the matter: the above spoof video, which jacks a killer Dre beat; and Ta-Nehisi Coates' excellent (and really long) piece in the new issue of the Atlantic, which explores Cosby's conservative ideology and vintage Black Nationalist cred.
Reminded me of this classic piece. It's the kind of thing that if they put it in a movie you'd say it wasn't believable and on some ole fake Hollywood BS.
Still gives me chills every time I watch that free throw attempt:
This show is a must Tivo! Maybe I'm biased, but I loved the first episode. Maybe it's because I'm a die hard Cowboys homer and #21 helped get us a ring. Maybe it's because I know Deion personally (watch your feet). Maybe it's because he's boys with Ben & Skin VIP team member KB the Cowboy Homer (who will make an appearance on a future episode). Or maybe this show is just good, period.
Here's a description from the show's website:
Deion & Pilar: Prime Time Love follows the home life of NFL superstar Deion Sanders and his wife, Pilar and five kids in small town Texas. The eight episode series follows the home life of sports superstar Deion Sanders - the only athlete to ever play in both a Super Bowl® and a World Series - and his wife, Pilar. A former model and glamorous big city girl, Pilar lives with Deion and their five children in the small town of Prosper, TX - population 2,000. A homemaker and devoted mother, Pilar wants to show her husband and the world that she brings more to the table than just dinner.
One of the things this reality show has going for it is that it's family programming. It's the story of a family that also makes for excellent family viewing. My wife and I have a hard time finding TV shows and movies that we can both enjoy equally. Generally, I like sci-fi, sports and comedy and she likes anything with Drew Barrymore and a cheesy romantic storyline. A show like this makes for a fair compromise.
This link contains a collection of words culled together from thoughts and such to form a recently published column appearing in print and on the web which was and shall continue to be known as Ben and Skin's Hot Potato Salad.
I'm all over the place today, so please get organized and shut the F up.
Rangers Opening Day -- They got pounded like Pam Anderson at a Chris-Craft convention today. After seeing the box score I feel much better about not calling-in sick to the job so I could sneak off to Garlington for a beating... and a Rangers game. Having said that, I will now say something else that needs to be said, which is "Josh Hamilton for President", but other than that, please kill me in my sleep with a hospital pillow. It sucks to be a Rangers fan...
The Ticket's Great Game -- The game itself is Thursday, May 8th, but the draft takes place tomorrow, Wed 4/9, during the Hardline at roughly 5:30p. I'm hoping to get drafted but I realize that it is a long shot. Hopefully someone will get drunk and mistake me for a white Cecil Fielder. For some reason, Rhynes has sworn off the Ben and Skin Show, and the great Chris House -- so it could very well be Musers or bust for us. I left a VHS tape of me taking some fungo on the Old Gray Wolf'sdoorstep last week, but since he only knows me as Porn Santa, I'm afraid that could've been extremely disappointing.
Mavs Pulse -- It is so hard for me to get a handle on how I feel about this team, mainly because Dirk has been so incredible on just one wheel. They're either fittin' to be bounced like a racquetball in Round One, or they're on the verge of something special. I don't know about you (because I don't read your blog) but my kneejerky outlook sways violently from game to game. If Dirk can't get back to 100% before the post season begins, they're in big trouble (I know, I'm way out on a limb with that gold, aren't I? Answer me! Aren't I?!)... Sorry. Look, they've somehow been able to keep his severely-limited-by-ankle-loss game somewhat under the radar for whatever reason of late, but the fact that he can barely walk would be extremely exposed over the course of a playoff series.
Grown Man Hoops -- All I care about right now is playing half court basketball with other olds who are varying degrees of terrible. Sadly, I am having a hard time finding that fix on a regular basis. Most people who are as bad as I am have wisely given up on the game. My research also indicates that most people who ball these days run full court, which sucks for old fats like me who have no interest in that much heartpump danger. I don't want to play with a bunch of athletic, in-shape 25-year olds that run full court and yell at me for not trying. I need to find a steady, twice-per-week, half court game where no more than eight 35+ year old asthmatic slow people show up for friendly, defenseless roundball action. If you know of such a paradise, please get at me.
Off to the Mavs game. See you in 2 weeks. Please pray for me.
Oh Word has long been one of my favorite spots for hip-hop obsession. Here's one example why: Dan Love has posted a sick track-by-track beats-'n-samples deconstruction of Nas' Illmatic - a hip-hop Holy Grail album by any measure - complete with MP3's. Check it out here.
Attention: Please be sure to have extremely sad, violin-based music playing softly in the background while reading the following heartfelt poem:
Rangers opening day is here again.
Set your Tivo and tell your friends.
Cut eyeball holes out of your favorite sack.
If you think they won't suck, you might try to smoke less crack.
Small market budget for a big market team.
Losing games and big stars, has become the routine.
Gone Soriano, Cordero, Teixeira, A. Gonzalez and C. Young.
To show for them on tonight's roster? Ahhh, that'd be no one.
We're now told it's a 3-year plan, to rebuild and reload.
This plan is in syndication, I've seen this episode.
I guess it wouldn't be this bad, and I wouldn't have this frown...
If at least they would've put the stupid park in Dallas, downtown.
So load up the family truckster, and enjoy those gas prices.
And the un-domed sun-torture of an authentic heat crisis.
Thank heavens for the Gold Club, and that magical jet stream.
That scares free agent pitchers, from coming to this team.
My pathetic expectation level, couldn't possibly be any lower.
Should I watch the Rangers game or clean my lawn mower?
I never thought a rotation would make me miss Bobby Witt.
Why do I still hang on, when the rest of my loved ones have quit?
Somehow I've survived, a miserable, beaten-down fan.
Maybe I should've followed Bobby Valentine to Japan.
But regardless, I'm here, and I'm ready once again.
To watch losses pile up, the irreversible trend.
So let's raise our glasses, and toast to all of these fine reasons...
For Rangers fans to be depressed about another baseball season.
We tell folks all the time that we don't do CD reviews in The Sure Shot. So I'm not really sure why we did a CD review for today's Sure Shot, other than to say that I was really pumped when I first heard the new PPT CD and felt inspired to write it.
It'll be in the stores April 15th, but you can pick it up on iTunes right now.
And seeing as we felt the need to write a review even though we don't write reviews, it's safe to assume that we do indeed endorse that download.
Look for other PPT leaks in the coming weeks on this blog right hurr....
I think these HPS joints are becoming more and more lucid. The day will come when they teach logic courses using these precious exchanges as reference texts.
Last night, once the kids were all tucked in and all of the weekend sidework had been completed (fill the ketchup bottles, etc), my wife and I finally settled in to watch No Country for Old Men on DVD. Like everyone else, we found it to be nothing short of spectacular! If you haven't seen it, one of the main characters is a cold-blooded killer that is sure to take up immediate residence in your nightmare melon. It's kind of a chilling goose bump-inducing murder buffet that keeps you on your toes throughout.
In fact, it kept us on our toes long after it had ended and it probably played a significant role in our believing that someone was in our house at around 1 am last night.
Skin just called with extremely concerning news from SXSW. He tells me that the mustache is a big player among young indie hipsters. In an act of kindness for society, I'd like to remind people that mustaches are not toys. Friends, let us not forget that you must be incredibly grown to pull off a clean stachewithout looking like you know exactly how to hotwire a Camero.
Which brings us to Adam Morrison's unfortunate mustache because it is riding his lip into town tonight as the streaking Charlotte Bobcats stop by for game 3 of the "chicken soup for the Mavs in the form of 5-games against lotto teams tour".
Perhaps it was his until now useless love for the game of baseball. Or maybe it was his keen mastery of the foreign tongue known to business linguists as "marketing."
But whatever the case, you can enjoy Ben's sports brain on full display when you check out the Mav Games in person at the AAC and notice the corner of the building where they are keeping track of J Kidd's dimes just like baseball fans tally K's for a dominant pitcher (trust me Ranger fans - this is something that is done where great pitching is expected).
Ben thought it was a great idea to keep fans involved with Kidd's always intriguing stat line and called Mav's Marketing guru Paul Monroe - who then proceeded to make it happen quickfast in a hurry. Don't worrry - Flava's vision ain't blurry.
Big ups Ben! Big ups Monroe! Big ups Danny Bollinger for the snaps! And big ups J Kidd for having a skill so special it's worth tracking every night!
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