This is a better, shorter version of Last Snow Ever, my previous post. Starring Hoboken, snow, my tongue, a lawn chair, street lamps, and an odd star-embossed snow-covered circular chimney cap.
In honor of Verdi’s Vlog Anarchy Week, I give you the longest video blog post ever. Running time 14:28. Over 100 mb. Boring as shit. Except the part where it’s snowing. That’s pretty good. Plus, I promise this video is better than “Hitch”, although I haven’t seen it yet. Romantic comedies are for people with no sense of romance or comedy.
If filmmaking is like cooking, wherein the actual shooting is the ingredients, and editing is the grilling or baking, then this video is a big bowl of raw, chopped beef. Also, since this is basically unedited, you can see how self-centered and narcissistic I am after a few drinks. More shots of myself than anything else. I need to stop that in future shooting.
If you watch this entire video, I’ll give you a money piece. I promise. Just email me and I’ll Paypal you a quarter. Torture is a hobby of mine.
Hunter stomped terra. He marched on a road of bones.
He was a true southern gentleman and a magnificent bastard.
His writing changed journalism, and amplified the “good” part of an already loud America.
I never met Hunter, but I miss the hell out of him. We needed a Hunter S. Thompson here, and now that we don’t have one the space he occupied can’t be filled.
Hunter was a living example of controlled chaos, as evidenced by his suicide.
He’s shot tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition while on thousands of drug/alcohol binges, yet never did he kill or injure anyone but, finally and purposefully, himself. (Except for once when a ricochet sprayed some gravel at his assistant, but that wasn’t his fault.)
He was one of the good guys. I was walking down the street today after having a Wild Turkey on the rocks in honor of the good doctor and I felt genuinely sad. Like the world was a lot less interesting.
It felt like the Good Guys lost our star player, and now the Bad Guys were one step closer to closing the deal.
After giving a beautiful homemade gift to my neighbors, we realize that we need AA batteries. Covered in red food coloring, I go out looking for some.
Things I learned from this experience:
- Sometimes cops in Evansville drive tow-trucks
- Wearing a food-coloring soaked t-shirt in 20 degree weather is uncomfortable, even if you are full of whiskey.
- People are not as willing to give batteries to an accident victim as you might think.
PS. The friggin Colts are amazing!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!
(EDITOR NOTE: I PASSED OUT AT THIS POINT FROM OVEREXCITEMENT. POST CONTINUES BELOW 15 MINUTES LATER)
I won a little money on the Colts game today and I returned a digital cam that I got for xmas, so new camcorder will be purchased soon! Go Colts! Thanks Peyton. I really really love you.
“Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I am in special need of help, the good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim.” ~William Feather
Anyone interested in getting together to watch the Patriots Vs. Colts (4:30 pm) next Sunday in NYC area email me at bullemhead@gmail.com. Watch great football (best matchup of the year), talk about videoblogging, eat, drink, etc.
(UPDATE 7:10pm: Randy Moss is an unbearable asshole. Vikings vs. Packers game was just getting interesting. Oh well.)
My cousin Dan and I decided to spread some holiday cheer the old fashioned way this Christmas. We were snowed in after the historic Evansville Blizzard of 2004, so we drank some egg nog and made a beautiful gift for my neighbor. It beats anything you could buy at the fabulous Eastland Mall.
Whiskey Bar sucks, at least that’s what all those Santa Clauses were yelling. Plus, see the 3 coolest little bikes in the world. God I wish I had one of those when I was a little pirate. Oh, and I’m a pirate now.
Holiday Gift Giving
Just a little holidayfun slideshow of some friends back home in Indiana.
Click to play 50 Drunk Santas
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