Wednesday, September 27, 2006

$240 worth of pudding.... aww yeah

NWICE! The State has finally be re-released since it originally aired on MTV, oh like 12 years ago, back when MTV didn't lick taint like it does now. You can download "Season 1" on iTunes as of yesterday.
Lots of people never watched this show, but it remains one of my all time favorite TV shows.
I would assume that a DVD collection will be coming shorty.
You hear that? That's free form. I love free form.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Go on with your bad self Billy

If you haven't seen Bill Clinton rip Chris Wallace a new asshole on Fox News, I highly recommend it. Some conservatives have claimed that Wallace is some kind of hero for asking him this question - whatever. Billy answered the hell out of Wallace's question and probably made him crap his pants because he got reamed by a President on national TV. Funny all this 9/11 being Clinton's fault bullshit is coming up around mid-term elections. Someone getting nervous? I won't get on my political soap box too much on here, but the interview makes me laugh and the reasons behind it piss me off. I wish he could run again. Term limits: damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Surfing with Surfrider - bra.

Last week Paul G., Felipe and I went down to San Clemente to meet with our new client, Surfrider Foundation. We spent the day at their offices listening to what they’re all about and asking them tons of questions about their goals for the future. Hopefully, I’ll be able to share some of the work we do for them real soon.

They are a great group of people that dedicate their lives to making sure we have beaches to swim or relax at and that we don’t swim in poop while we’re there. After our meeting we went surfing at Trestles, a good example of a place that Surfrider is trying to save.

If you enjoy going to the beach, even if it’s just once or year or you live by the beach, you should join Surfrider. It’s only $25 a year and you’ll be part of over 50,000 people who volunteer their time to protecting what we often take for granted.


Paul gettin some. Not bad for a Long Islander

Paul Frank feud in Vanity Fair - WTF??

Just when you think life couldn’t possibly get any weirder, the people you grew up with turn up in Vanity Fair.

I can take a few things away from this article. First, the pretentiousness and pointless shit talking that plagued my social circles in high school is not only alive and well, but is seen as pretentious and immature by Vanity Fair! Second, Shag is a smart guy. Lastly, Ryan and John will do ANYTHING for free Lakers tickets.

All kidding aside, I have to say that you could see this coming from day one outside Amy’s Bakery. While his career has taken him amazing places and we haven’t had a real chat in years, I still like Paul. Worry Bear is proof that he’s still the Paul I remember and an emotional basket case like me.

I hope everyone gets a shit load of money out of this whole thing and calls it a day. I’m not taking sides, but good luck yall.

I will take sides on one issue however. Flying to Japan and flying from Portland to Seattle or Phoenix to Austin, two totally different experiences. Flying to Japan or London on a big ass plane is much easier on your constitution. The RV was a good idea.

New music this month.

I am SHOCKED that The Teddybear’s album has been released six years after I discovered it while traveling through Sweden. WTF? I’ve been into stuff before it got popular, but six years?

I also bought DJ Shadow’s new album, which I have been waiting months to hear. Overall, iz ahite. I mean, worth the wait? Not really. OK, I’ll be honest kinda bummed on it.

Luckily I bought Lupe Fiasco’s new album they same day and that joint is off the chain son.

Also of note Peter Bjorn and John’s new album Writer’s Block is genius.

After years of religiously collecting their limited edition and rare seven-inch singles, Tortoise has released everything they’ve ever made scarce in a 3 disc and 1 DVD box set. Years of indie cred I had been establishing for no one but myself, flushed down the toilet once again. To make things worse, the DVD in my Box Set doesn’t work. Thanks dicks.

Also I have tickets to see The Killers and Jose Gonzales in the next 2 weeks… stoked. More on this when it happens.

Lucky Dad

My Dad called me from his "office" last Sunday, he was conductor on a special train carrying the president of his railroad and "Governor" Arnold Schwarzenegger. Luckily Dad didn’t do anything that would have meant his dismissal from the railroad, which is rare from what I gather from his buddies at work.

Someone snapped this shot of the train climbing up Cajon Pass and posted it to the web. If you look hard enough you can see my Dad’s head in the cab.

Cute baby alert.

My friend Jane just had her second child. A boy, who’s name is TBD. Her first child's name is Wren and is the cutest baby in the Southern Hemisphere for sure. Jane and I worked together at Y&R for what seems like half a lifetime. We sat at the same desk the entire time she was carrying Wren so needless to say, I feel like that kid is half mine.

The bummer in this story is that just after having Wren, Jane and family moved to Australia. Lucky for them, unlucky for me. Hopefully I'll visit someday, but I doubt the kiddo can stay that cute, that long.

Beyaw! More NASCAR for Evan in Richmond, VA… shoot.

So I had to fly to Richmond, VA a couple weekends ago to interview NASCAR fans in their element. It sounded cool at first, but when I got to the track and realized that all these people had been there for 3 days already, drinking their asses off, I realized it was going to be a tough day of interviewing belligerent NASCAR fans in the south. Being half Mexican, I was worried.

Luckily, they were some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Well, most of them anyway. I don’t have a favorite driver, but Dale Earnhardt Jr. or “Junior” as they call him at the race, seems to be the guy to root for if you don’t want to get your ass kicked at one of these things. I think I’ll stick with him until I find out better.

One thing about NASCAR - they pray before every race. Now, I don’t think that’s a bad thing, but I thought you could like get sued for doing that stuff in a public venue. Maybe I’m wrong. I guess it’ll be fine until someone complains. But if they can do this at NASCAR, maybe the Cubs should have a prayer before each game?

I really liked Richmond, it seems like a sweet place to go to college. Also, they have Waffle Houses on like every other corner. That’s some good eatin’. Beyaw!


Who says we don't know how to use our tax dollars?


This guy was cool. I forgot his name.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I'm so tired

This is how I feel.

After seven straight days of working 12+ hours a day and flying across the country twice, I feel like Luke at the end of The Empire Strikes Back. Beat up, bloody and crying.

I am always complaining about being tired. I hate that. I don't want to be a complainer, but I am really fucking tired.

If only there was a spaceship with Billy Dee Williams and a princess to fly me away to get a robotic hand...

Less blogging, more sleep.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Happiness is an empty airplane seat next to you.

I spent a solid 24 hours in airplanes or in an airport this weekend. What’s that you say? Was I off at some exotic location for a break from my everyday hectic life? Maybe somewhere tropical? Hawaii perhaps? Well no, I wasn’t. I was traveling for work and working.

Am I becoming the weary business traveler guy? You know, those guys you see wearing brown loafers, grey slacks, and a WSJ under their arm when you fly somewhere. I would have to say no, I'm not, based on the simple fact that I look like a total slob most of the time and people probably think I’m traveling cause someone, somewhere died and I have to go to a funeral. Otherwise I'd never be on a plane. Well nothing could be farther than the truth. I've been on more plane trips than China has people.

Needless to say I’m freaking tired right now, so I’m off to bed. More on my trip after I catch up on even more work and some sleep in a real bed.


Is is bad to not want to be like this someday? If I ever grow up?

The Waffle House in Richmond, Virgina changed my life for the better this weekend. Thank you Pam, Karen, and Florance. More on this later...

Monday, September 04, 2006

Shakin' n' bakin' at NASCAR

Sunday I went to my first NASCAR event ever, the Sony HD 500 sponsored by POWERADE, it was hot, loud and far away! 105 degrees at the California Speedway made for a long day of sitting in gum, broken shoes, drunk guys barfing nachos and lotss of walking - but it was a pretty cool experience. Although after the first 50 laps, I kinda got the idea. Not that I wanted anyone to get hurt, but a crash would have been sweet.

This was something I had to do for work, which was kinda fun at the same time. If you ever go to a NASCAR race, bring earplugs, wet naps, and a gun if you're going to one outside of California.

Before the race we had to listen to a short speech by The Governator, Jason Lee, Kelly Clarkson, and some other random celebrities. Here are some highlights…





If you're ever in Fontana and you have the means, S.S. Burgers off Cherry is SO choice.


"Uh - hey Skeeter, you find a chilli dog stand yet?" "Nope but I think I see nachos."


Watching at home on TV is even better!


"He got a little loose over there in turn four... shoot!"


I don't like #41, but I do like shopping at Target.


I was hoping they would bomb Fontana after the race, but they got started earlier in the day.


Oh lord please be 18.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Zis iz cooool, non?

For the entire month of August we had two planners “switch” offices with each other and we got one from our Paris office.

I looked at this as an opportunity to either try and get French people to think Americans are not so bad or be disappointed about France once again and remind them what exactly The Marshall Plan entailed before our "switcher" went back to Paris.

Luckily I think I succeeded in helping to
ensure our new friend from France, Clarisse, had a good time state side. I hope she will have good things to say about the US, or at least California, to all of the protesting-marching-cigarette-smoking-black-and-white-stripe-shirt-wearing Parisians. I kid cause I love.

We were worried that she may not have ideas for things to do or see while she was in LA. As you can tell from her blog, homegirl had a butt load of crap to do and had a killer time. If you can read French, let me know if she talked any trash about me.


Siphanette and I took her to a Dodgers vs. Giants game at Chavez. Dodgers won in the 10th on a walk-off home run, 1-0. She thought it was retarded we sat around for three hours eating for one hit and the game was over. I said at least we don’t have ties and penatly kicks decide if we win the World Cup.
Touché Frenchie!


Here is "Frenchie" and her very first Dodger Dog. "Zis iz cooool, non?"

Clarisse is now on her way back to France, we would have her back anytime. Aurevoir.