My oldest daughter made a change to her messenger bag: She Katamari-ized it. The ol' fabric paint & stencil routine. Excellent results. The Katamari stuff out there that's available commercially is egregiously expensive and not all that fun. This has guerilla flair.
See more of her stuff here such as her googly eye shoes and target bag/duct tape ballerina dress.



...also we fixed the date on her camera shortly after these shots! Yay!

Labels: bag, daughter, genius, Katamari Damacy, project

.....1/5/08 was the 2nd anniversary of GlyphJockey. Fewer posts, but what the hey. Just hope you'll keep checking in and that I haven't lost you during the recent lull.
Year 2=
6.5 Million hits (more than double year one)
240K Visits (2.5 times that of year one)
164K unique visitors (10 times that of year one)
this translates roughly into $1.43 (yes, 143 cents) earned at my Amazon store and zero Dollar store celebrity hoochie calendars sold - so uh, it's not about monetizing, huh?

I also had a recent wedding anniversary, (a milestone one) and concluded that I had such messed up relationships when I was single because I was supposed to be with Mrs. Lex10.

Now if you're an Atheist (notice I capitalized- nice, huh?) it was probably because I was f-ing them up psychologically because I really wanted her or a reasonable facsimile (because at the time I thought I didn't have a shot).

If you're Spiritually inclined, it was because I was destined to be with her.

On that note, a quick question: What do Richard Dawkins and Penn Jillette do when they hear a song like "Into the Mystic"? Do they go, "Meh."? Believe me, I know there's no Santy Claus, but I still get moved. Only now I feel guilty about it. I don't want to be meat on a rock, and intellectual gyrations that justify it aren't helping me feel any better. Religion however is clearly just bogus self hypnosis conducted by closet egomaniacs. Screw it, where's my Alan Watts .mp3s ?!?!?

New business: The "Yow" post was me sending the wallpaper that I made for my phone to Blogger to test it. Y'see I was unable to Moblog because Blogger sends back a confirmation email with an address that is, like, 97 characters long, and the phone just aborts. They've replaced it twice, and were very nice about it, but they just don't understand mobile blogging - it's as if I lapsed into French when I tried to explain it. Blogger meanwhile, well, you're on your own, ain't ya? So, I've blocked those mails from coming to my phone, and that should work. Expect to enjoy more shit I see in real time, kids.

By the way, my phone is the same one shown in pictures of Britney Spears driving through a red light while texting. It's famous!

One friend had 5" of his colon cut out, another got fired, and then The Perfect American had a heart attack. Bummer for all of them.

The Perfect American (where I contributed, during his computerless hiatus and will still)seems to be back thanks to Cleveland Public Library, a venerable institution, with really nice architecture (at least at downtown central). I found contributing there very liberating, and now it's back to it's Zen experience of ...uh, not reading it, but letting it wash over me.

I still continue to be comforted by the fact that I can also contribute to PCL LinkDump, with the likes of Percy, Ange, Johnny, Goof, Martin, Sebastian (who I thought was The Perfect American - Mr. Jyn - get it - SebasJYN?!? ) and the others. They're a bunch of clever M.F.s - I'm often in awe.

I also, in keeping it "85% Fresh" find it sometimes difficult to post stuff when it's an assload of work. Believe me I know you're looking, so I might (shudder) do some referring in the mix that compromises my "85% Fresh" claim.

I also promise more original videos in the coming months but hey, I got a job & family.

So, much love and on with the show.

Labels: anniversary, atheism, chez lex10, genius, glyphjockey, god, Mr Dante Fontana, mrjyn, posts, practicality, pragmatic, pragmatist, stats, visitors, visits

Went on my annual pilgrimage to See Reverend Horton Heat last night, who put on a spectacular show as always, with an added "History of Music" that left one feeling as if the price of the ticket was well worth it.

I came to the conclusion that mosh pit people are basically unable to get laid. This is, in effect, moshing's raison d'etre- a sexstitute. They just have that look. A look that says, "I will somehow lack whatever it is you need to be attracted to in order to tryst." How the f*@k do you mosh to "Happy Camper"? Anyway, a bit of advice: when they come for you, lean in.

The real treat, for which, due to scheduling conflicts, we were only able to hear the last three songs of, was what I as of last night, consider to be possibly the greatest rock n' roll band ever: Nashville Pussy.
I felt like I dropped into a Robert Rodriguez film.

They were.......

Van-Tazdick.

Not only was the outrageousness turned up to 11, they were mixed well and tight. Others only hope to rock; Nashville Pussy is the touchstone for rocking. They could be the house band for House of 1001 Corpses, Kill Bill 3, and any other film with guts and elan you can imagine. The stage presence is amazing: stringy-haired trucker-hatted front man with two wild uber babes on guitar and bass, with a drummer that looked like he was ripped directly from the pages of an EC Comic. Here's their wiki, 'cos I still don't know who they are or anything. They're in Washington tonight, NYC tomorrow. GO. They're on first, like who, so get there early and don't make my mistake.

In the middle was Hank III and unfortunately, despite a great fiddler, slide guitar player, and bassist, it fell short - followed by the grandson of Hank Williams playing 45 minutes of non-sequituresque thrashmetalpunkyellingchants as their alter ego, Assjack. The first half's sound could've been at a casino (as my son so aptly put it) and the second half just was like a 200 decibel explanation of the rules of cricket. Don't get me wrong - there was a lot of good about his band, but Nashville Pussy pretty much killed them for me.

I was however mesmerized by two band members: The fiddler, who possessed an expression of such deep-seated glee at playing the fiddle, that I don't think you could find a happier more authentic looking country fiddler in all the picture books of country music in the universe. And the bass player- who provided an unrelenting kaleidoscope of asexually framed hatred, pain, confusion, hurt, indignance, and perverse introversion on his face - he was fascinating, and if I were casting a horror movie, this guy would have a job in about 5 minutes.

This picture doesn't even come close to the experience of him gesticulating wildly with obscene and/or hostile finger positions (like mudras of hate and pain and anger) while screaming profane epithets at the audience at the conclusion of a song....... Genius:



Last: Here's some images- the futility of phonecamming in that type of environment leads one to get all impressionistic as a way of salvaging them - first Nashville Pussy Followed by two Horton Heats:




But - OHHHHH! None are wallpapers - f#@*k it!

Labels: band, Bass Guitar, country, Cowboy, devil, filth, genius, heat, horror, Houston, mojo, music, nihilism, phonecam, punk, Reverend Horton Heat, rock n' roll, rockabilly, talent, yaaaaaaH

Tom and Jerry:
Protagonist/Antagonist
Worker/Establishment
Beatle/Stone
Bowie/Jagger
Me/Jerks
fehrui/renhjiq


Picture is a link to a charming story told in Bigpanelovision

Labels: 50's, action, book, cartoon, cat, classic, color, comics, culture, fun, funny, genius, greatness, history, humor, illustration, magazine, MGM, mouse

From MAD (EC era)



"Charred" furniture - get it? Get it!?!?!




Reference photo for control group:



The laughs just keep comin' - no?

Labels: chair, chard, charred, furniture, genius, glyphjockey, humor, mad magazine, olive oyl, photography, poopeye, popeye, wimpy