Local Legend Marc Norton

Here's a new spot from local celebrity and furniture peddler Marc Norton.



If you're not hip to his brand of genius, here are a couple more.

You don't know me like that

**edit**
That's Dubya.

Seriously, WTF?

Sticky Icky

I came across this campaign for Loctite Super Glue and thought it was pretty cool.



from glossyinc

You'll Never Find

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1.15.29 - 4.4.68

While I'm Diggin' Up Classic Shhh

I Got The Motts!!!

Dammit, it's not my fault.

Guild Allows Writers to Work on N.A.A.C.P. Awards
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He: "But I don't get to see the Golden Globes of the Oscars? That's such bullshit!!!"

Me: "Fuck you want me to do about it?"

Italian Stallion

Okay, I’ve been holding on to this one for a little while.

Just before Christmas, a senior coworker hosted a Holiday party.

I rode solo, so just like at the office… it’s just me.

Now I’ve been over his house a couple of times before, and I must admit he did it up. The food was good. (I’d never heard of most of it.) Guitars were strummin’.

(For the purposes of this story, its important to note that I’m what most might consider light-skinded.)

So, as the evening wore on and alcohol flowed, things started getting a little… well… it goes a lil’ sumthin’ like this.

I walked into the kitchen to get another brew.

As I close the refrigerator, with Nat King Cole (of all people) playing in the background, the hostess of the party reaches up and wraps her right arm around me…

“You’re not really black are you?”
“Uhh, yea... I’m black.”
And with sad, intoxicated, puppy dog eyes asks, “You’re not Italian?”
“Uhh… no.”
“Oh… That’s okay.”

Then she unwrapped her arm from around my neck and threw both her hands in the air like a co-ed on spring break and shouted, “We need to integrate this party anyway, WOOOOO-HOOOOO!!!”

If only I'd known

Parents, do your kid(s) a serious favor and buy him or her a guitar. Then get 'em some lessons.


Rarely do two days pass by and I don’t here the strumming of a guitar around the office.

Write Copy With The Boomin' System...

I've been listening to a whole lotta Camp Lo at work lately. I think it's mostly because no one really understands what the hell they're saying half the damn time.




I've also been stocking up on instrumental albums and mixtapes (from a CD in MP3 form...why the hell do we still call 'em mixtapes?)



Madlib's Beat Konducta Vol. 3-4: In India has been getting a played a lot too.



With all of these instrumentals, maybe I should start rapping at client meetings.

Honored

The Big Ideas Blog @ EbonyJet.com honored one of my posts as one of the Most Important Blog Posts of 2007.

The recognition is greatly appreciated.

Especially since the post could've easily been a, "When Keepin' It Real Goes Wrong," post about how I lost my job in advertising.

Instead it was a "How I Bit My Tounge And Cussed About It With My Cousins Later In The Day While Drinking High Life And Kept My Advertising Job With Dental And Vision Coverage," blog post.

Mo' Mo' Vader (Vader Got Soul)

Mo' Vader

Some cat edited audio from James Earl Jones flicks into Star Wars. Some of it actually isn't that great, but there are a few downright hilarious moments.

Ye Olde Co-Sign

I learned a long time ago that if you want people to believe what you have to say, you have to find some white people to co-sign you.

With tonight being the premeire of "The Wire," I thought I'd link-up some articles that echo my belief that it is the best show on TV.

So here you's go.

From Time magazine, Connecting the Dots,

and from MSN, Getting Down to 'The Wire'
Ten reasons why "The Wire" is the best show on TV -- and why it is so unpopular.

Now you dun spent all that money on that TV this Christmas, watch something good on it.

At ya neighborhood drive thru...

Behold... Rap Snacks...

and OG Nation Drinks to wash it all down.

Franklin Coworker Confessions Vol. 1

Hate to disappoint you guys, but I’m not a basketball fan. Sorry.