Darwin the Beagle Makes A Rap Video

Superbeast, Casey Brewer, has said the following things about (or to) my dog:

"I love you Darwin. Don't you dare change."
"You might be the cutest puppy I've ever seen."
"Hump me again, I'll slap your face off."
"Pee on the floor, that's so cute."
"If there is a dog in the world that doesn't require training, it's you Darwin."
"I'll kick that little shit in the balls."
"If there is a dog heaven, you might just be a dog angel."
"Humping my leg. So precious."
"Kubs has nothing on you, Darwin."
"Let me touch that face. Awww, I love you."
"Worst dog ever."
"If I believed in reincarnation, I'd want to come back as you...Darwin (*hug*kiss*)"

Frank. Purveyors of Artisan Sausage.

The Superbeast Creative and Buddies and Hot Dogs coat of arms applaud our pals from down South on their restaurant venture. Introducing FRANK, the purveyors of artisan sausage. If you happen across old Austin town, make sure to drop in and tell them a "buddy" sent ya.

Just rest your creeper peepers on this delicious menu:



Hot damn, those look like delicious dogs.

Hot in Herrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee.

If you can stomach the terrible song, puppets bustin' a move is always cool. Directed by Thomas Sontag, Alex Moulton and produced by Eyeball NYC.

Thanks for the heads up Kenny.

Still not as this good as this classic Sesame Street jam, where Grover "The King" drops some serious knowledge on the alphabet while melting pre-pubescent panties the nation over.

"Lunch Hour with Chris Cloud" A Tribute to the King of Pop

Another episode of me following around the Black I.T. guy at work.
We were about a week late on "the-whole-wow-that-perv/musicgod-died-bandwagon", but wanted to get this one out to the world.

Chapter 2: Seattle Explorations.

Here's a celly photo montage of my first two weeks in Seattle. Enjoy!



I found this photograph at an art show that I was checking out. This cowboy's shirt says HOORAY HOORAY THE FIRST DAY OF MAY. OUTDOOR FUCKING BEGINS TODAY.



Yep, you read that right. No hot dogs. My quest for a Seattle dog has been shootin' blanks thus far. Stay tuned though, I have a hot tip.



I'm a stranger in a strange land. I'm also a cynical bastard. That said, I had to see fish being tossed.



A little bathroom poetry from my new favorite dive bar. There was a guy filling the juke with ching to play the entire Iron Maiden discography. For the rest of the evening he banged his mullet and pumped his fist. He had dangly earrings and a tank top on. I'm still pissed I didn't get a buddy picture with him.




The Lusty Lady. Smack dab across the street from the Seattle Art Museum. The marquee reads: BEAT IT JUST BEAT IT, and WE TAKE OFF MORE THAN BOEING. Awesome.



The view from a block away from my new apartment. Kubs and I walk the Elliot Bay every morning and every evening after work. He has pissed on every square inch of this place.



The boner candelabra. How romantic!



Exploding Ford Taurus' in the Seattle Art Museum.



Somebody must have known I was coming.

Little heads. Little eyes.

We've all seen spots where babies act like hardened, cynical asshole adults, but have you even seen babies roller breaking to the likes of the Sugarhill Gang?

Pretty cool CGI in this spot, although the creepiness factor is through the roof. Those babies look a little too much like midgets for my tastes.

Letter to the Singapore Snack Council

Dear Singapore Snack Council,

No one wants to eat a flesh colored snack tube with a chocolately brown filling named "Collon".

The extra "L" doesnt make it okay.

Your friend,
Ryan