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Posted on April 1, 2009 - by writerman
More Shameless Self-Promotion
Sometimes, when I’m not busy typing, I play the trumpet in a rock band.
This clip is from an interview 40% of the Amateurs did with LoudVine the week before we put out our new record. Which, technically, makes this post a shameless promotion for a shameless promotion.
Still: rock in the park!
Posted on November 25, 2008 - by writerman
I’m on my way, I don’t know where I’m going
Behold:
One minute and fifty two seconds of the purest joy music can buy. I dare you not to smile.
Thank you Mr. Paul Simon and Sesame Street.
Posted on October 1, 2008 - by writerman
The most delicious donut in the universe
This morning, I ate the most delicious donut in the universe, courtesy of my man Bob:
Bob also supplies the hottest coffee in Los Angeles. Seriously. I stopped by Bob’s on my way back from an early morning surf. The next 30 minutes transpired as follows…
9:15 am: Purchase one small coffee & one raised glazed.
9:16 am: Eat donut.
9:17 am: Joy.
9:18 am: Pull out of the Farmer’s Market parking lot. Drive East.
9:24 am: Park Falcon at home.
9:32 am: Drag board and wetsuit up stairs into apartment.
9:36 am: Return to car and grab coffee.
9:38 am: Sit at desk.
9:39 am: Burn the shit out of tongue on first sip of coffee.
Will I never learn?
How do you do it, Bob, you deliciously evil genius?
Posted on September 25, 2008 - by writerman
Writerman on MTV
OK, I’m not actually on MTV yet, but once those bitches get a look at this, it’ll happen. Wait, do they even play music on MTV anymore?
The Amateurs finally finished our new video! I had second thoughts about posting it here, but then I remembered:
If you’re not using the Internet for porn, gambling or shameless self-promotion, then you really aren’t using it at all.
Plus, the video looks great.
- Kevin the director really knows his shit.
- I’m in it for, like, almost 10 seconds.
- And, most importantly: my car is the star!
Sorry Keith, you might be the front man of this band, but I think we both know our little video is all about the Falcon.
Posted on August 30, 2008 - by writerman
now, where did I put those wild things?
woohoo!
I can’t hardly wait til this one hits the theatres. Not sure about the hipster soundtrack, though. Which begs the question:
What is more lame?
a. That they set the entire trailer to an Arcade Fire song?
b. Or, that I instantly recognized it?
you decide.
Posted on August 3, 2008 - by writerman
call me “futureman”
Just got off a Skype call about a new project. The team is me in Los Angeles, Rich in Vancouver, and Kelly in the Philippines. It’s crazy to think – at no point during the course of the project will the three of us ever meet in person, or even be in the same country at the same time. And it totally doesn’t matter.
When i was a kid, I always imagined (OK – hoped) the Future would mean robots and jetpacks and space stations and teleportation devices, but being able to make a living from just about anywhere, working with and for people in all corners of the world is pretty sweet.
Even weirder was this other project last year, where I checked in on the shoot by video-skyping the Producer’s laptop. She then walked around the studio with Virtual-Writerman on her screen and introduced me to everyone. The whole thing was a little trippy, but definitely made me feel like a citizen of the 21st Century.
Seriously, though – if this is the future, where’s my jetpack?
Posted on February 27, 2008 - by writerman
I’m so bored with the USA
Ok, actually i’m not. Not one bit. But these guys sure were.
Honestly, some days living in LA is ass, but today was all radness. Why?
1. Because I hit the hollywood farmer’s market and treated myself to a burrito the size of my head, a first-rate cup of coffee and the world’s biggest $5.00 bag of oranges. And, I learned a thing or two about how to hook it up with the ladies from my main man Cash. Seriously, the girls could not keep their hands off the Cashman. Dig his sweet moves:
2. Next, with a belly full of carne asada and veins full of caffeine, we hit up Amoeba Records across the street and walked out with a bag stuffed with new cds and vinyl, including an amazing reprinting of The Clash’s first record, with the album art pressed right on to the vinyl. It wobbles like a Weeble when you play it, but the cover art is so awesome I might just frame it and hang it on the wall. OK, to be fair my sugarpop will probably do the framing, but I’ll help her hang it, I promise. Check it out:
Sorry, my scanner isn’t big enough to fit the whole record.
yay LA!
Posted on February 17, 2008 - by writerman
Say it loud, I’m Canadian and I’m Proud
You know what I just heard?
In the U.S. South, it has finally become socially unacceptable to refer to African-Americans by the “N” word in public. Which is progress, I suppose, even if it comes along pretty frickin’ late in the game. Of course, that doesn’t mean the haters have stopped with the hatin’. They just picked up a new “code word” they can use when standing in line at the Cracker Barrel, trash-talking our chocolate colored brothers from other mothers.
Can you guess what it is?
I’ll tell you. The Official African-American Racial Slur for 2008 is…
“Canadian.“
Seriously, dude.
I have no idea why. But it must be true, cause I read it right here on the Internet. Kind of makes you look at that song from South Park in a whole new light, eh?
and on a related note: SOUL TRAIN!
Posted on February 13, 2008 - by writerman
very nice
one time, I saw this guy on an airplane:
he didn’t have a mustache.
Posted on January 22, 2008 - by writerman
how much is that fire-breathing robot dinosaur in the window?
When I was 9 years old, I would have killed you to get one of these for my birthday.
Forty-foot tall fire-breathing Robosaurus for sale!
“Wanted: good home for 31-ton robotic dinosaur, completely up-to-date on all immunizations and oil changes. This frisky 40-foot tall, fire-breathing bot answers to the name Robosaurus, and a traumatic youth spent crushing cars in front of thousands of rednecks means this guy needs a lot of love and attention — along with plenty of open space to graze. All manuals, kits, and accessories are included with adoption, although new owner will assume responsibility for any damage caused by Robo’s jaws and their 20,000 pounds of crushing force. Interested parties can bid on this one-of-a-kind companion at the 37th annual Barrett-Jackson auction in Scottsdate, AZ starting on the 12th.”**
I shit you not, this fire-breathing, car-chomping mother is actually for sale.
And yes, Nathan, that is an airplane it’s eating in the photo.
**being that i’m extremely lazy and supposedly working on an important deadline, instead of doing my own typing, I stole this from engadget.com. thanks, dudes.
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