New Dad? Or Soon To Be?
This video is dedicated to all you new dads or those soon to be.
Sloth Jockey...?
I know many of you have contacted me concerning my whereabouts of late. No, it's not because of the pummeling received at the hands of Cpt Dumbass (Hmmm Clark Kent get's whooped by CPT Dumbass? Sounds like a plot for a comic book). The actual truth is that of late, I've hit a bad string of rejection letters for various pieces I've written which, for a writer, is a proverbial kick in the bad parts. By some mysterious code (probably made up by Edgar Allan Poe), this causes said writer to do a couple things. One, get sloshed (check) and two, become extremely self-reflecting (check). Usually these occur in conjunction with each other.
It was during this time, I determined that my writing efforts needed a bit more focus while other area, such as, say, daily blog postings and betting on dog races, would have to take a lower priority. Don't get me wrong, I love this community and meeting great new people. However, there are just so many things you can do in a day, and aside from family, writing for publication has to come first. Even so, it's made me feel horribly disloyal to many of you. It's difficult for me to say "no" to anyone, including me which is probably why I am justifying myself right now.
So, will I still be posting on the Lunchbox and reading your blogs? Absolutely. Will it be everyday? Probably not. And there's one other unrelated problem plaguing me. I suck at self-promotion. I get weird even fronting a blog post on Twitter. From everything I keep reading, this is a bad thing for artists, photographers, writers, etc, who are on their own. Even my wife gets on my case for holding back. That said, I'm going to plug a recently accepted original submission published by the creative team at Sloth Jockey.
Sloth Jockey is an online venue for artists of all types to display their work which includes photography, video, music and of course various writing genres. The name of my submission is:
Self Promotion Warning: Go take a look & leave a comment at their site if you think it's warranted (I feel dumb just saying that - Baby steps, CK).
Sloth Jockey Logo is a registered trademark of SlothJockey.com 2008
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The Creepiest Commercials... EVER!
People, these quite frankly are the creepiest commercials I have ever seen. Am I crazy?
I hope this dude doesn't have a creamy middle. And for crying out loud want guy in his right mind wants to smell like a Hershey bar?
I guess this next one is supposed to be a beauty mask of sorts, but with the absence of anyone talking and the eerie soundtrack, I'm thinking something else.
"Always wanted to be a serial killer, but never felt like you had the right look for it? Then you need the Psycho Mask! The Psycho Mask is guaranteed to turn you into a knife-wielding lunatic in 30 days or less or we'll send your money back! Show the ones you love who you really are. Show them you're a monster with a task for blood! Get the Psycho Mask today while supplies last! But wait! Buy now and we'll throw in a set of stainless steel cutlery just for trying the Psycho Mask. Call the number at the bottom of the screen TODAY! ...or we'll take a claw hammer to your head."
And for the little psycho in your life get them Baby Laugh A Lot...
This what would happen if Willie Wonka and Satan joined forces to start an ad agency. Read more...
A Video Valentine To My Wife
Swallowed In The Sea
You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
And I could write it down
or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to sea
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
Ooh...
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Are the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Songwriters: Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion, Chris Martin
Performed by Coldplay
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