Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Sixth Sense - Kiss My Ass M. Night Shyamalan

I'm generally a pretty hard person to impress.  

Niagara Falls?  Eh, its water falling off a cliff.  Big deal.

Olympic gold medal?  If I trained all my life I could probably do that too.  Yeah, I don't even have to specify an event.

LeBron James?  Win a title and we'll talk.

Even so, every so often, I see something that blows me away.  It truly makes me feel like a useless non-contributing zero.  Welcome to the Sixth Sense by Pranav Mistry.  Welcome to the future.  Take the time to watch this.  The real magic starts around 6'24"

Friday, April 23, 2010

If it's on the Jersey Shore....Its not coming through the door.

So I'm generally not a fan of dress codes. Specifically the dress shoe dress code. The enjoyment I get out of having someone more important make a bouncer let me in in sneakers pales in comparison to the aggravation I get arguing with some rope jockey who gets his jollies trying to explain why my Creative Recs don't match the standard he set with his Payless dress shoes with a 2" rubber heal. I do GET the dress code, but generally you need someone out front who can dress to make those calls. You'll see this more in NY or Miami where a fresh sneaker gets precedence over cheap loafers. Some really reach with the "No athletic wear, hats or work boots." By work boots they of course mean Tims. By Tims I of course mean Timberlands.

That being said I do realize the desire to keep the trash out, its just never been right. I have however finally seen a dress code I can get down with. Robert told me about this and I hunted it down immediately. A bar in New Orleans has finally gotten it right.


IF IT'S ON
no affliction
THE JERSEY SHORE
no ed hardy
ITS NOT COMING 
no christian audigier
THROUGH THE DOOR
no expections

I'm definitely making a sign like this for the shop and my house.  I'm adding Uggs and Birkenstocks to the list.  If you wear any of the above mentioned things, I'm sorry, you're an asshole.  You will literally wear anything people tell you to.  I'm happy the Jersey Shore came on if only to hold a mirror up to you. Yeah...that's you...dick.

I know Birks are comfortable.  I don't care.  You look terrible.  Take off your patagonia jacket, shave your legs and get a life.