Showing posts with label Classic Material. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Classic Material. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Headphone Heat - Blitz the Ambassador


Brooklynite by way of Accra, Ghana.

Blitz is actually a college homie of mine currently making moves in NYC.

This video is about 2 years old, but timely.



Visit Blitz the Ambassador on MySpace

Monday, September 22, 2008

Energy Efficient Pimpin'

Smart Car body kits.

Start here.



Go here.







Very cool.

Headphone Heat - Free The Robots





A friend of mine, knowing I have a fondness for robots(read: geek), gave me a copy of this EP and it has stayed in the ride and in the headphones.

It has proven to be great concepting - and drinking - music.

Free The Robots on MySpace
Free The Robots on Blogspot



Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Friday, June 6, 2008

That's what friends are for.

A friend of mind sent me this camera phone image the other day.



Appearantly this sign sits, unappreciated, in another friend's basement.

I immediately called and offered to buy it.

"It's not for sale."

I suppose we'll be on speaking terms again. Someday.

Prevent Forest Fires, Yo

c. 1993

Smokey sounds a whole helluva lot like Optimus Prime, don't he?

Now, I have to admit, I used to love this joint below.



Because there's nothing very funny 'bout a big fat bunny./
Nothing very nice for the homeless mice.


Am I hearing that right?

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Mega Millions

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A couple of weeks ago we had our local Addy show. Afterwards, a few of my coworkers and I, as well as some other show attendees, ventured to a nearby bar to get even more f*cked up.

So we’re standing around bullsh*ttin’ and a reasonably well-dressed man, a brotha, approached us and singled me out. Just as at the job, I’m the chip on the cookie.

“Brotha, brotha, I see you’re having a good time,” he humbly says.

“Blah blah, whuddup,” or something, I said in return.

“Brotha, I see you’re doing well for yourself. Help a brother out so I can get something to eat.”

“What?!?!,” an inebriated Franklin retorts.

Well-dressed vagrant, sensing my ever-increasing, alcohol-induced indignation, takes a step back and looks at my cohorts.

Standing next to me, among the rest of my colleagues, is, let’s call her, Becky. Becky is a white woman. Becky is my coworker.

Well-dressed vagrant moves back in.

“Brotha, I just wanna get home.”

“Wanna get home?,” an uncharacteristically bold Franklin asks. “I thought yo’ ass was hungry. Which one is it? You want something to eat or you wanna go home?”

“I just wanna go home,” he says. Then, turning his look of despair to a look of sheer joy, he looks at Becky, then back to me he tries a different tact.

“Look at you brotha!!! You hit the lottery!!!," gesturing to Becky, "You gotta be doin’ real good to get up on that, knowhati’msayin’!!! You hit the lottery!!!”



I gave him two dollars.



And, as Becky put it, I soooo haven't won the lottery.

For Headaches THIS Big

When I first thought about starting this blog, back in the day, I was reminded of this sketch from Saturday Night Live.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Guaranteed Party Starter

.. and in heavy rotation this week.



DOUBLE PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn, this video was garbage.




Sheep and a child my dude? In a video about getting ya grind on?

Y'all been hangin' out with some white boys.

Taking The Browns To The Super Bowl.*

Okeedokee, here it is:


The Official FranklinBlog Taking The Browns To The Super Bowl Top Five Spots.

#5 I took a lot of heat from my collegues for liking this. The truth is, this got the loudest laugh of the night.

AMP Energy Drink





#4 I typically hate the use of babies, but the writing is clever and the message is simple. (So easy Franklin could do it as soon as he pays some of these damn bills down) I dug it.

E*Trade



#3 This is just f*ckin' cool. And my boy Charlie is in it!

Coke




#2 I thought this spot was the most rooted in truth and tangible benefit, as well as clever. (This was the office favorite also.)

Tide



#1 Shattering white people's stereotypes about the black athlete one ad at a time. (Not that they'll ever change, of course.)


The NFL "SuperAd"


Stark isn't it?




* Thanks to my Carolina cousins for, quite possibly, the best euphemism for droppin' deuce ever.