For vegemitelover and other artistical types

http://www.sonyclassics.com/artschoolconfidential/



This looks like the This Is Spinal Tap of art school. To quote the Fluxblog review:

Art School Confidential - This film is pretty much guaranteed to become a cult classic for most anyone who has ever been to art school, or has been involved with the art world. Set at a fictionalized version of Pratt , Daniel Clowes and Terry Zwigoff build a thoughtful, highly critical movie about art and artists from the comedic blueprint of the art class scenes in the Ghost World film and the original four-page "Art School Confidential" strip from Eightball. Art school is such a largely untapped comedic oilwell that it never seems like a retread for Clowes, especially when the archetypes of the art world are rendered so accurately that they often inspire cringing recognition along with giggles and guffaws.

Kreiss, what an asshole

WITH his vintage blue-and-red rep tie, carefully tousled hair and old metal lapel pin reading "I {heart} Grandpa," Loren Kreiss looks like a typical style-conscious 24-year-old. He collects cool things, like 2,194 "friends" on myspace.com, an antique Coke machine and 15,000 songs on his hard drive. His vintage wristwatch is a fashion accessory, not a tool.

"My watch and all my clocks are set to the wrong time," Mr. Kreiss said recently. "It's symbolic of me. I don't like to look at time."

But as the scion of Kreiss, his family's California-based furniture business, Mr. Kreiss (pronounced to rhyme with nice) sometimes has to work at being an iconoclast. He can barely contain his contradictions. For instance, his three-times-a-week maid often resets the clocks correctly, forcing Mr. Kreiss to reset them quirky again. (To avoid missing appointments, he consults his ever-present BlackBerry.)

The rest of the article is here at the NY Times.

But wait, no, I need to paste another quote: Mr. Kreiss writes his graphic novels on his BlackBerry while working out on an elliptical trainer at the gym.

Wait wait, no, here's another: He hung out with bands like Blink-182 during the height of San Diego's neo-punk scene, sang in a band and produced three records on his indie Lurid label.

Okay I have to go punch a yuppie now. Brb.

More Zazzlery: BOB IS LOVE

Locals and other admirers of BOB may wish to get some of the genuine valid useful attractive amusing and collectible BOB IS LOVE U.S. 39 CENT STAMPS which I have made available at Zazzle:

fukusuke-pon 福助ぽん

fukusuke-pon 福助ぽん, originally uploaded by heaven@air.

Since winter came, the sweater was worn.

Since he caught a cold last year, I made the sweater to him. It was my socks without necessity. It is a recycling.:P He is pleased very much in this sweater. I show him a sweater. Then, he expects to go to take a walk!!

"But people don't do that, especially in Tustin."

OC Metroblogging has a nice wrapup of a Comedy Central prank played on my dear county, in which local notables found themselves on a panel discussion that slid rapidly downhill.

Long story short they got Ron Burgundied. The full LA Times story is at this link, where you may have to use genital/genital or bugmenot.

The honor of Tustin has been besmirched, and I can't wait to see it!