uncle moustache

Spring has arrived in NYC.  This dude’s bringing it in.

Venom hitching a ride on a forklift, 15th St., NYC

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I listen to a prayer podcast in the mornings to try and set the mood of my day. Some days this works great, and other days it’s drowned out by the sound of people on the train or the sound of kids breakdancing throughout the entire train. And really, in that situation, WWJD, right? He’d probably pause to watch some headspins. Right? No. I don’t know. They didn’t have iPods then, so let’s move on.

The podcast is produced by Jesuits who, as a general rule, have been motivated throughout history to reach towards society and culture. I see Jesuits as the “tough monks”, and they can be seen being tough and monky in movies like The Mission and The Excorcist (note: it is tough to be vomited on and keep going. Give these guys some). The podcast is also spoken completely by people with British accents which automatically makes Evangelical Christians (like myself) feel more spritual (“whoa, I feel like I’m in Narnia with G.K. Chesterton…omigosh there’s…BILL HYBELS!?”) and people in general feel smarter (“whoa it’s like I’m waking up to BBC…Did you ever watch The Office? No, not that one….”).

I listen to this podcast on an iPod Shuffle which provides no visual navigation so I don’t know when the podcast is nearing it’s end or what will come next. The whole point of an iPod shuffle is mixing up your music for fun!, which trust me, when you’re a video editor for a living and have an iTunes library full of random sound effects, it’s a blast getting 4 ‘boing’ sound effects in a row while you stroll around town. The other morning while I was lulled into deep contemplation by a devout Brit, I was jarred back into my day by what came next on Le Shuf. Assume my peaceful contemplative mindset and click the above track to get the flavor of the prophet that follows the Jesuits in iPodsville.

(Click here to visit Pray As You Go, the podcast’s website. There are lots pictures of people closing their eyes with iPod earphones in on their site, which is what you’ll feel like doing til’ some Grammy winner yells in your ear 12 seconds later.)

While talking to my grandmother for Mother’s Day, I fell backwards in my recliner. But the important thing is, I kept talking. Because Mother’s Day always trumps gravity.

Gay Mount Everest

I’m really glad this reporter cleared this up at the end of the clip. There is NO WAY a gay man could do that.

(Thanks Bryan and Chris for this)

I saw this sign today and it reminds me of a video I made when I worked for Camp Lurecrest. During Staff Orientation we presented the Summer team with all the campwide policies and rules for the Summer. We figured it would be fun to make a video for each set of policies (because just sitting in a room and reading over policies day after day is only fun during the school year; once Summer hits, you have to really up your fun quotient - also, using the word “quotient” is completely a school year activity).

Each Summer there was a big trend of staffers requesting the specialty soy milk in the dining hall instead of good ol’ cow water. Since the camp’s pantry was limited we needed to find a way to tell everyone to chill out on requesting soy so heavily, unless they really needed it. To address the issue, we decided to make a spoof European art film. What resulted was one of the weirdest videos I’ve ever made (which also turned out to be one of my favorites that Summer), about an elusive sage named Soy, a dramatic girl who sought after him, and her weird faux-german parents. The video felt strange, dark, and vaguely sensual - you know, perfect things for a Christian Summer camp. My boss, who really liked me, told me to not show it anymore. We only showed it to campers once (the youngest group I think) which proved to confuse them, and some counselors said it creeped them out. All in a days work, my friends.

I’d like to think Soy left me that note in this picture and is living in the underground tunnels of New York City, watching over me, in his creepy striped pajama unitard. Here’s the video:

 

joshlay:

The closest thing I’ve found to Chick-fil-a: The Mickey D’s southern style sandwich. I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty tasty.

I did not believe this when I read it, but it’s true. This is the closest thing to a Chick-Fil-A sandwich. It’s almost identical. And it’s the only thing that will have me going back to McDonald’s (now that I live in a city with Mister Softee, I don’t crave those McDonald’s ice cream cones as much).

Do they have these at McDonald’s in areas where there are Chick-Fil-A’s?

I really hope this guy was a few minutes late on his way to a date and had to explain by calling ahead:

“Hello? Hey! No, no, I’m on my way, just outside locking up my Segway. Yeah. Yes. A real Segway, yes. Well of course it’s MINE, I didn’t just steal it, I bought it, yes. Well someone’s a little frisky on the third date…are you kidding, YES you can ride on the back on the way home. Oh, you are kidding…..”