Last night, as I was trying to milk the remaining hours of the weekend for all they’re worth, I did quite a bit of surfing on the net. I was mainly clicking around sites that belonged to local Denver designers & creatives. You know, checking out the competition and all. Can I just tell you how many talented folks there are in Denver?? I was blown away. I feel a little ashamed for underestimating the talent pool of this little cowtown. Some standouts: the400, motive, brainspark media, Andrew Hoffman.
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August24th
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August20th
It seems that I just can’t help myself when it comes to blog design.
Up until this point every WordPress theme I’ve chosen has just not really satisfied my unrelenting need to make blogging as easy as possible, and to make it look fab. Fortunately, while surfing ThemeForest.net yesterday, I came across this little gem. Isn’t it a beaut? I’m really hoping that the balance and beauty of this theme will inspire me to blog more. And since I’m really trying to get Villain Design Bureau off the ground, blogging is essential. I guess. At least that’s what all the cool kids are telling me.
Anyway, sorry to once again totally disrupt the eternal balance of blog life, but I gotta be me.
Stop by again, ya hear?
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March18th
Sunday night was glorious. I went to the highly anticipated Cut Copy show at the Bluebird Theater. I was in total and complete heaven. Mainly when Cut Copy was on.
The opening band was, as my friend Venus put it, “like High School Musical on acid.” But not in a good way. In a very, very annoying way. This band was Matt & Kim. And they were insatiably irritating. Pounding away on her snare, high hat and floor tom was Kim, whose drumming abilities are clearly limited. Essentially she sounded like a 5 year old hammering away on her Sears drum kit. And, just like a 5 year old, had a giant (and obviously drug-induced) smile glued onto her face the entire set. Matt, who clearly must have sniffed up some of the other good stuff Kim was digging on, spent most of the time plunking out sophomoric melodies on his synth, while occasionally jumping up onto it, ala Jerry Lee Lewis. In between songs, babies Huey kept chatting away at each other and the crowd. I just kept thinking to myself, “What happened to the days when kick-ass bands could only be kick-ass because they knew how to play, not perform?” Then I imagined a legend like Keith Moon or Jimmy Hendrix watching these two tards, and started to laugh to myself.
Finally, Cut Copy took the stage. Four skinny Australian dudes with unkempt facial hair and clear musical ability. They totally and completely rocked. No antics, no cute little comments between songs. Just the gorgeousness that is Cut Copy.
The crowd was crazy for them – everyone was dancing and yelling, jumping and clapping. Darren, Venus and I could feel the floor move up and down underneath us. While I really enjoyed seeing the show in an intimate setting like the Bluebird, a part of me wished it was in an outdoor venue. Maybe it was the part of me that was sweating profusely. I’m not sure.
They sounded very similar to how they sound on their albums, which was awesome. Here are some snapshots I took, unfortunately with my iPhone, as I left my real camera at home (poopy).
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March15th
This weekend I went to a local craft fair with my friend Geri from work. It was held in Denver’s historic Phipp’s Mansion Tennis Court Arena (Phipp’s Mansion is where a lot of people have their wedding ceremony and reception). It was a gorgeous day and I was proud of myself for getting out of bed before 11 a.m. for once. I am not a morning person.
We joined the masses of wealthy upper-class housewives donning velour jogging suits, giant sunglasses and expensive handbags and shopped to our little hearts’ content. The crafts were actually really well-done and imaginative. These were obviously serious crafters who do that sort of thing for a living. There was PLENTY I wanted to take home with me, but instead, I settled on some super fantastic items, including: a handbag made from record covers – these were both Rolling Stones record covers, the front being the “Sticky Fingers” cover (complete with zipper!), the back being “Sucking in the Seventies.” The handles are made from men’s ties. The lady who did this purse had a ton of others to choose from, including really cute purses made from children’s books – specifically Golden Books. Her purses are amazing – I will have to post her name and website address later (I don’t have it with me right now, poopy).
I also picked up a fab cameo ring and a hair pin that won’t stay in my hair. Yay. Thanks to having incredibly straight, flat hair. Oh, and also a little vintage Easter bunny porcelain figure. Too cute to pass up, even for me.
After the fair Geri and I went over to Bonnie Brae and had lunch at Katherine’s Bakery & Cafe. Holy cats do they have good grub. Geri and I dined on Curry Chicken Salad with Mango wraps, which were exquisite. They have an amazing assortment of fresh baked goods as well, including cakes, pastries, cookies and of course, cupcakes.
It was a great crap craft fair. I’ll definitely be going back next year. That is if the world still exists. Here are some photos I took during the show with my iPhone.
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February13th
Amazing lunch at Tuk-Tuk
Posted in: Cool things around Denver, Food
Yesterday Dave and I ran some V-day errands to super snotty Cherry Creek area, and on the way back to the office treated ourselves to a fantastic lunch at Tuk-Tuk Thai. Their food is incredibly delicious. And I swear it’s gotten even better since the last time I went. Dave had the Pineapple Curry Shrimp and some Spring Rolls, and I gorged myself with a Beef Salad and Tom Yum Shrimp soup. It’s making my mouth water just remembering it. Here are some snapshots I took of our food (classy):
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February10th
Muffin top speaks volumes
Posted in: Uncategorized
For the life of me, I CANNOT get myself motivated to get into the gym. In all honesty, I’ve never really been the athetic, sport-o, “Hey, let’s go torture ourselves and run 3 miles!!!!” type of person. I can think of about eighty billion other things I’d rather be doing. Like drinking wine. But the flabs of skin that are now decorating the top of my favorite plaid pants (yes, I wear plaid pants) tells me it’s time to hit the eliptical, whether I like it or not.
It’s amusing how friends and co-workers try to make it seem less torturous than it really is. “Oh just watch a movie on your iPod and time will fly by,” or “Just turn on some techno or something and zone out.” Zone out? Seriously? Nothing will ever take my mind off of the fact that instead of relaxing with a book or leisurely surfing the net, I have strapped myself on to a machine that makes me breath ten times faster than normal. Every second is an eternity.
But again, the fact that Jessica Simpson is now looking slim to me makes me think that it’s time to shut up and put up. Or is it out? I get those confused.
So, in exactly 1.5 hours I’ll be plunging myself into the depths of physical fitness hell. Pray for me. And my muffin top.
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January30th
Welcome to Dorkus-Milorkus
Posted in: Featured Articles
Everything you never needed to know. And more.
Daily rants about flim-flams and shiznits, doo-dahs and what-nots. Basically, if you looking for meaningless, futile, half-baked information on everything from inflatable pants to the latest torn from non-sensical headlines, you have landed my friend. While I try to keep this site fresh and updated and much as I can, more often than not you’ll see week-old posts. Please have pity on me. I am but one person, and I am unceasingly bogged down with all of the other daily expectations of a digital life – email, Facebook (curse you Facebook!!!), other websites I contribute to, blah blah blah. Feel sorry for me yet? Good. I don’t either. Anyway, hope you enjoy this completely useless blog as much as I do. Cheers.
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December22nd
Dear Santa – Please bring me these:
Posted in: Weirdsville
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December15th
Could this be any more freaking awesome?! There’s nothing more insulting that someone throwing an item that’s been on their feet at you. And who better to receive this insult than the head dumbass himself? Wouldn’t it be great if this triggered some sort of shoe-throwing-at-Bush sensation? Let’s keep our fingers crossed.
PS. I love this photo.
Full flying shoe story: CLICK HERE















