MRod says: Is the crew ready? Like spaghetti.

UPDATE

Based on comments from this entry, I must ask: Why all the hate against puggles??

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I just want to get this out before I forget: I overheard one of the funniest things I’ve heard in a longgg time last night. I was walking past Pianos on Ludlow on my way to the kimchi hot dog man and in front of the bar, I saw a bouncer kick out a guy in a full-on Tony the Tiger outfit (It’s grrrreeeat!) and another bouncer yelled to him, “Tony the Tiger, I warned you, man. I warned you.”

Cy and I found a hat in the cab.

Haha. Cy now has a Halloween costume.

Dial 3-1-1 for a delicious beef stick from the Kimichi hot dog man.

Step 1. Sit down.

Step 2. Pull jacket over your head.

Step 3. Sleep.

If still confused, please see photo below.

For those wondering about the contents of this enticingly titled CD: If you actually purchased the CD, the cover would have looked like this:

Haha.  It’s all an inside joke–not everything public, ya’ll!  “Sure it is, Matt, sure it is.  You know you secretly heart JT.”

This is a follow up to the most recent entry (see below).

Many faces…

and more faces…

See, not so special.  I’m just a dime a dozen.

You can see me on a window of a design/branding agency on Crosby between Prince and Spring.

Or you can just look at the bad cellphone cam shot below:

On Tuesday, I attended an industry event at the Trump Towers–the interior reminds me of what a ‘classy’ strip club would look like if it was designed by Tony Montana. I’m sure some people were there to network, but it was really all about the open bar and hor’dourves. Recap? Lets just say that you can drink a lot in two hours–and consume quite a bit of steak, especially if it is free. Also, based on that event’s attendance, I’m convinced that the ratio of males to females in PR and marketing is probably 1 dude for every 45 chicks. After finagling a couple more free drinks from the Rosie Perez (from 20 years ago) lookalike bartender despite the open bar being closed, we headed downtown for a couple more drinks at a bar where my friend’s friend was bartending.

And then I was home, passed out by 11 PM.

Wednesday night, I went to Cyrus’s weekly shindig at the hookah joint downtown.

Puff the magic dragonnnn, live by the sea…

And frolicked in the autumn mist called hookah-lee.

I have no idea who this is…

I call this photo: “Dog in Bar.”

So that was Wednesday.

Friday, I saw Jackass 2.  Hilarious–but I seriously nearly threw up in the movie theater during the scene involving the horse.  I really did want to hurl and still felt ill a few hours after the movie had ended.

Saturday, I chatted briefly with Bryan Singer.  Who dat?  Oh, he directed a couple indie hits like, The Usual Suspects, X Men 1 & 2, and the recent Superman.

Another week down, another one to go.  BRING IT ON (easily)!

Any guesses?

At the party on Friday night, I shot this video of a guy who looked remarkably like Pedro (from “Napoleon Dynamite”) getting his solo dance break on in a serious way.  For as being drunk as I was, I’m amazed–more than Pedro’s dance dance skills–at my steady cam shot.  Move over Spielberg.

Two people separately today sent me this article which is fantastic. I love taking jump pictures–by ‘jump pictures,’ I mean photographs of catching people in mid jump in the air–but apparently there is one man responsible for capturing such a joyful shot.

And because of Halsman’s sense of play, we have the jump pictures—portraits of the well known, well launched.

This odd idiom was born in 1952, Halsman said, after an arduous session photographing the Ford automobile family to celebrate the company’s 50th anniversary. As he relaxed with a drink offered by Mrs. Edsel Ford, the photographer was shocked to hear himself asking one of the grandest of Grosse Pointe’s grande dames if she would jump for his camera. “With my high heels?” she asked. But she gave it a try, unshod—after which her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Henry Ford II, wanted to jump too.

For the next six years, Halsman ended his portrait sessions by asking sitters to jump. It is a tribute to his powers of persuasion that Richard Nixon, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Judge Learned Hand (in his mid-80s at the time) and other figures not known for spontaneity could be talked into rising to the challenge of…well, rising to the challenge. He called the resulting pictures his hobby, and in Philippe Halsman’s Jump Book, a collection published in 1959, he claimed in the mock-academic text that they were studies in “jumpology.”

Here’s a collection of some of my jump pictures: