Mark it, Dude.

FUCK. YES.

Tickets on sale Monday.

**update** – Bought my tickets to both the Festival at Terminal 5 and the 2nd night of the bowling party at Brooklyn Bowl (which will actually be open)!

Jen Stark at LMAK projects

It’s supposed to rain in the city tomorrow. Do something productive and check out Jen Stark‘s solo show at LMAK projects.

Make that, Dirty Tone Matrix

Wow. Well, that sure didn’t take long.

Just a few of the jpgs I’ve been ichatted in the last 30 seconds:

Is that last one a penis?

Tone Matrix

Just go, and click on the grid.

Have fun!

 

Tanning never looked so… funny?

The funny man’s got a good idea! Looking like a lobster may be funny as hell, but it’s certainly not good for you. I really enjoy Sexy Hot Tan. I think All my fwends could have used some of Will’s help this past weekend, but until it comes in 6 or 8 it’s of no use to me!

 

 

 

P.S. I just Blosted. How does it sound in context?

 

Let the Battle for Lexicon Induction begin!

We had a discussion during the break about creating a word that means to make a post or update to a blog. These are the top contenders.

Feel free to add your own new choice for the battle.

mr. potato head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I chose the potato to portray the human face due to it’s many striking parallels.  Not only is their skin porous like ours but they also come in different colors, shapes and sizes.  Potato heads grow, sprout, age, then decay… but they refuse to go without a trace.”–Ginou Choueiri

Spot the bush!

Can you tear it? Absolutely.

Which Fwend Will Go ‘Assless’ First?

Dear American Apparel,

The thing I hate most about you is knowing that 90% of the time, I eventually give in and start buying up whatever the hell it is you’re selling. I don’t even want to think about the countless rectangles of cotton fabric that I purchased for $20 – with dreams of making a shirt, a dress, a scarf, a bathing suit, a long skirt, short skirt, a hat, and shorts out of (per your instore video display. Oh, how simple it all looked on that screen!). 

So why must you now sell me assless tights? I do not want assless tights. And I am scared that, one day, I will buy these assless tights. Sure, right now it sounds assinine  (get it?!), but so did those super thick, old school tube socks that came up to my thighs that I bought in 100º Miami weather.

Just remember, American Apparel. We are but lost souls. So lead us with dignity, mkay?

BlogFwend

Dude-A-Day

sorry ladies. It’s only dudes being drawn here. One for every day starting last Halloween.