Monday, May 31, 2010

The proper relationship

to fiction.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

One swell bear.

The Jungle Book -7/10. Don't tell anyone what they can't be, but you can't be anything more than what you are. These early Disney movies have more of a moral in their songs than they do their whole.

They said not to cross the river,

boy.

Friday, May 28, 2010

He regards the soul

as being a mixture of fire and water.

But other people fail to notice what they do when awake,

just as they forget what they do while asleep.

He had taught himself

by questioning himself.

The good.

The object of knowledge.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Because there is a fire called discovery burning within me

and I won't go back in the cave for anyone.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Speak truth

to power.

Don't crowd a man

at his own wake.

We gladly feast

on those who would subdue us.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

You can't step twice

in the same river.

Friday, May 21, 2010

We ain't goin'

study war no more.

Nothing here now

but the recordings.

Picture in a magazine.

My facebook group.


The Way Your Butt Smells.

9 hours online.

9 Hours Online. from molluskbrigade on Vimeo.


2010.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Martin Luther Badass.


2010 print ad concept.

Pool party!


2007 design.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Barreling

towards a conclusion.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Everyday monsters.

Insane Clown Posse figurines.

First in a series. I wish I were kidding.

Faygo and The Great Milenko logos to come.

Reference:




Works in progress.

Figured I'd do this shit, too.

This is a series where I compare Glenn Beck to Hitler. I am not what you would call 'subtle.'









New blog!


Hey, guys! I'm extending the freemarketresearch empire!

Please visit Your Daily Cry if you are prepared to cry like the bitch that you are.

Organizing

thought.

Shut it, Love Actually.

Jumper - 6.5/10. The Nightcrawler scene in X-Men 2 times two hours. Fun. It's when it tries to organize a mythology around itself that it starts to buckle.

Someday, my free HBO/Cinemax subscription will run out.

Until that day.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Let them eat cock.

In The Loop - 7/10. Reads like a TV show. A better 'Burn After Reading.'

We're in a tiny car.

Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist - 4/10. How long can you force two people to occupy the same space before you decide they don't belong next to each other. Boring music. It's sincerity bothered me.

I have successfully privatized world peace.

Iron Man 2 - 6.5/10. Scatter! Shot! What if Bruce Wayne was Batman. When Robert Downey, Jr. is Tony Stark, it does little wrong, but neither does it add up to a complete story or a complete villain or a complete love interest or a complete aside.

Friday, May 14, 2010

No man

stands on truth.

For the world is hollow

...and I have touched the sky!

Every question I answer

will simply lead to another question.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The grass would see your trouble,

and go tell the wind.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Fervor with measure.

Passion with correctness.

Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.

It is a comfort to the unfortunate to have had companions in woe.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Stop telling us to get off the internet.

The internet is fucking awesome.

You see, the great secret, Eliza,

is not a question of good manners or bad manners, or any particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls. The question is not whether I treat you rudely, but whether you've ever heard me treat anyone else better.

No bad habits.

Just a little killing.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Purpose

is the word of god.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The best

lack all conviction.

The world

is not enough.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Couples Retreat - 2/10. A complete lacking. Defends horrible, boring, and destructive relationships as worthwhile. A harmful movie.

That's just weak songwriting.

The Fantastic Mr. Fox - 8/10. A Pleasant Movie. Everything I dislike about Wes Anderson made palatable, even endearing, in cartoon form. The emotion doesn't work because they didn't play an Elliott Smith song, but fuck it anyway.

Flying

oil stains.