Nothing particularly scary here today, unless you consider wasting money frightening. Sometimes it keeps me up at night, so maybe it does you, too.

Have you seen this? I’m not sure what irks me more, the demolition of a $600 phone just to see if you can, or the fact that after enduring all the stupid media hype about these iPhones, this clown is the guy who got to toast one.

They did this to sell us a blender. Because we need a machine that will chew through metal and concrete and diamonds so we can blend our banana smoothies and margaritas and iron-ore flavored Italian ice.

And we wonder why the rest of the world hates us.

Breaking news for all you wordsmiths out there: the new list of words added to the English Dictionary is out for 2007. The verdict? One more indication that society as we know it is circling the cosmic bowl. Better hang on to something.

Some of my favorites:

bada-bing – int. Remind me to see if yadda yadda is in there.
crunk - n. Well, foshizzle. It’s about damn time.
Disneyfication – n. Don’t blame me – I voted for Pixarification.
ginormous – adj. Great. Just what the dictionary needed. Another blend of two words that mean the same thing. For those noncommittal types.
hooptie – n. Because “sedan” was just too hard to spell.
Lollywood – n. Seriously?

Scrabble fans everywhere shudder.

Since I’m at the office now, and can’t really do anything about the newly impending move, I thought I’d take some time to clean off my desk. I came across this project I did for my old supervisor, and I thought you all might enjoy it.

The old department manager was extremely proud of his shiny black Cadillac Escalade. He never missed an opportunity to talk about how it had run-flat tires, 22″ wheels, sixteen-speaker stereo, held the Kleenex while he blew his nose, or that he vacuumed its floor in a checkerboard pattern like the outfield sod at Wrigley Field. What? You don’t?

Anyway, every time he had something done to it, whether it was detailed, or received newer wheels, or whatever, he wanted photos taken. Not particularly good with anything electronic, he had whoever was handy come outside and snap some pictures of him and his huge ride. This usually fell to our internal newsletter editor/photographer or myself, since I was the only artist within reach. Either way, a wonderful use of resources, if you ask me.

So when it came time for him to move on and sell his pride and joy, I was called upon to do the farewell photo shoot for the Classified ads. Given that it was hot outside and I actually had things to do on a deadline, I wasn’t thrilled with the latest assignment. I went out side, said some dumb things like “work it, work it” and “make love to the camera” while I stood there and pretty much just pointed and clicked. Back in the office I told him that it would take a few minutes to compile the photos and generate the thumbnails for him. You can’t see it in the thumbnail, but after the jump you’ll see my little parting gift to him.
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