Hip Hop

My costume

Sarah Kate early in the evening.

Tate, Jemma in front of the BLOOD CAFE

Group picture

Pig with Harajuku Girl

Pig with Harajuku Kitty

Zombie Jonathan

Brief removal of pig mask to take pictures.

L & J

Hallway hijinks

Zombie salute!

First ever talk show hosted by a zombie

Star struck fan meeting Johnny Depp for the first time.

Dance party!

Great pics Ryan!

From my inbox this evening.

• This dude writes a review 18 years later about the 1989 Patrick Swayze movie “Roadhouse”. I thought he would be making fun of the movie, but he pays a rather glamorous homage to 80’s movies instead. A must read.
• Have you ever done the “message in a bottle thing”? Not sing the song by The Police. Have you ever ACTUALLY wrote a message, stuffed it in a bottle and corked it, and then threw it in the ocean? A class in Seattle did 21 years ago and the bottle washed ashore in the Bering Sea in Alaska last month.
• Zen Habits has a really cool article called “20 Things I Wish I Had Known When Starting Out In Life“. I still probably wouldn’t have listened.
• The final Harry Potter book – Deathly Hallows – is going to be split into TWO movies. This is great! The Battle For Hogwarts can be given a lot more time in the final movie. My heart was racing as I read that chapter. Very excited.

The people at ImprovEverywhere.com turned a little league baseball game in Hermosa Beach, California into a major league event. They rented a Jumbotron, the Goodyear Blimp, NBC Sports announcer Jim Gray, mascots, vendors, crazy fans, autograph seekers, and the whole deal. They even staged a press conference after the game so the players could field questions from reporters.

The link below even includes a thank you from a mom who said the kids can’t stop talking about it.

Check out the pictures, videos, and behind the scenes info here. It’s a great read, and will probably put a smile on your face all day.

White people

One of the funniest blogs I have read in a long time is called “Stuff White People Like“. Politically incorrect in every way imaginable (which is why I love it) and sometimes the discussions at the end of the posts are funnier than the actual article. What kinds of things are white people into?

Outdoor performance clothes:
“When white people aren’t working, they generally like to wear Outdoor Performance Clothes. The top suppliers of these garments and accessories include North Face, REI, Mountain Equipment Co-Op, Columbia Sportswear, and Patagonia.
(..)
“The main reason why white people like these clothes is that it allows them to believe that at any moment they could find themselves with a Thule rack on top of their car headed to a national park. It could be 4:00 p.m. on a Saturday when they might get a call “hey man, you know what we need to do? Kayak then camping, right now. I’m on my way to get you, there is no time to change clothes.””

Bad Memories of High School:
“Virtually every white person you meet was a nerd in a high school-it it is how they were able to get into a good arts program and law school. As such, their memories of high school are painful, but not tragic since they were able to eventually find success in the real world. Exploiting this information is your one way to ticket into the heart of a white person.
(..)
“If you cannot properly gauge the type of music a white person liked in high school, you should always say that you were really into The Cure. All white people know that liking The Cure in high school is an invitation to be tortured by the cool kids. This will bring about instant sympathy and respect.”

Hating Corporations:
“White people love nothing more than explaining to you how Wal*Mart, McDonalds, Microsoft, Halliburton are destroying the Earth’s culture and resources.
(…)
“When engaging in a conversation about corporate evils it is important to NEVER, EVER mention Apple Computers, Target or Ikea in the same breath as the companies mentioned earlier. White people prefer to hate corporations that don’t make stuff they like.”

Having gay friends:
“If white people could draft friends the way that the NFL drafts prospects it would go like this: black friends, gay friends, and then all other minorities would be drafted based on need and rarity to the region.
(…)
It is generally accepted that a gay black friend with a child is considered a once in a lifetime opportunity – like a quarterback who can pass, run, kick, and play linebacker. White people will crawl over each other for the opportunity to claim this person as a friend and add them to their roster of diversity.”

Modern Furniture:
“In situations where you need to improve your connection with a white person, just mention how you hope to be successful enough to one day afford an original piece of furniture by [insert obscurely named architect]. If they have heard of the designer they will nod in agreement, if they have not, they will also nod in agreement and make a note to look it up later.”

Apologies:
“White people know that their ancestors did some messed up things. As a result, it has become hard wired for them to apologize for almost anything.”! Hahaha.

So I won’t be apologizing for the fact that I never realized how white I was til I read that list!

White Flour
by David LaMotte
(a true story about events that occurred on May 26, 2007. © 2007 Lower Dryad Music)

The day was bright and sunny as most May days tend to be
In the hills of Appalachia down in Knoxville, Tennessee
The men put on their uniforms and quickly took their places
In white robes and those tall and pointed hoods that hid their faces

Their feet all fell in rhythm as they started their parade
They raised their fists into the air, they bellowed and they brayed
They loved to stir the people up, they loved when they were taunted
They didn’t mind the anger, that’s precisely what they wanted

As they came around the corner, sure enough, the people roared
They couldn’t quite believe their ears, it seemed to be – support?
Had Knoxville finally seen the light, were people coming ‘round?
The men thought for a moment that they’d found their kind of town

But then they turned their eyes to where the cheering had its source
As one their faces soured as they saw the mighty force
The crowd had painted faces, and some had tacky clothes
Their hair and hats outrageous, each had a red foam nose

The clowns had come in numbers to enjoy the grand parade
They danced and laughed that other clowns had come to town that day
And then the marchers shouted, and the clowns all strained to hear
Each one tuned in intently with a gloved hand to an ear

“White power!” screamed the marchers, and they raised their fisted hands
The clowns leaned in and listened like they couldn’t understand
Then one held up his finger and helped all the others see
The point of all this yelling, and they joined right in with glee

“White flour!” they all shouted and they felt inside their clothes
They pulled out bags and tore them and huge clouds of powder rose
They poured it on each other and they threw it in the air
It got all over baggy clothes and multi-colored hair

All but just a few of them were joining in the jokes
You could almost see the marchers turning red beneath white cloaks
They wanted to look scary, they wanted to look tough
One rushed right at the clowns in rage, and was hauled away in cuffs

But the others chanted louder marching on around the bend
The clowns all marched along with them supporting their new friends
“White power!” came the marchers’ cry — they were not amused
The clowns grew still and thoughtful; perhaps they’d been confused?

They huddled and consulted, this bright and silly crowd
They listened quite intently, then one said “I’ve got it now!”
“White flowers!” screamed the happy clown and all the rest joined in
The air was filled with flowers, and they laughed and danced again

“Everyone loves flowers! And white’s a pretty sort!
I can’t think of a better cause for marchers to support!”
Green flower stems went flying like small arrows from bad archers
White petals covered everything, including the mad marchers

And then a very tall clown called the others to attention
He choked down all his chuckles, and said “Friends I have to mention
That what with all the mirth and fun it’s sort of hard to hear
But now I know the cause that these strange marchers hold so dear

“Tight showers!” the clown blurted out, and hit his head in wonder
He held up a camp shower and the others all got under
Or at least they tried to get beneath, they strained but couldn’t quite
There wasn’t room for all of them, they pushed, but it was tight

“White Power!” came their marchers’ cry, quite carefully pronounced
The clowns consulted once again, then a woman clown announced
“I’ve got it! I’m embarrassed that it took so long to see
But what these marchers march for is a cause quite dear to me!”

“Wife power!” she exclaimed and all the other clowns joined in
They shook their heads and laughed at how mistaken they had been
The women clowns were hoisted up on shoulders of the others
Some pulled on wedding dresses, “Here’s to wives and mothers!”

The men in robes were angry and they knew they’d been defeated
They yelled a few more times and then they finally retreated
And when they’d gone a black policeman turned to all the clowns
And offered them an escort to the center of the town

The day was bright and sunny as most May days tend to be
In the hills of Appalachia down in Knoxville, Tennessee
People joined the new parade, the crowd stretched out for miles
The clowns passed out more flowers and made everybody smile

And what would be the lesson of that shiny southern day?
Can we understand the message that the clowns sought to convey?
Seems that when you’re fighting hatred, hatred’s not the thing to use
So here’s to those who march on in their massive, silly shoes.