Downshift into Christmas

Sitting here in a vacant office with nothing really notable worth starting and about to PTFO on the way to Beaumont for a little celebration with the Scrudatos. The diesel is returning to SoCal, and it is my only shot to see him before he returns to the land of corn and white women. From there, it is off to Grandma's for Christmas Eve and then to mom and dad's for Christmas. It's a celebration! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good afternoon. I'm OUT.

Photo Tag

PICTURE TAG!! (courtesy of Catherine Anne Ann Wilson Kruska)

The object of picture tag is to:

1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer

2) Select the 4th picture in the folder

3) Explain the picture

4) Tag 4 people to do the same

NO CHEATING! (cropping, editing, etc!)

Halloween 2007: The Blues Brothers meet Cheech and Chong
(comment if you want/need an explanation of this caption)

and now I tag:

1. Toph

2. Magic Show

3. Crissy

4. Hirsh

Giddyup

Went to this place on Saturday night and found the answer. As most of you know, I have worked at the DJA for more than two years, so I am well familiar with the Moorpark Rd. offramp of the 101. However, as many times as I had seen the usually crowded bar on my way home, I never thought to go up there.

As Jordt and I contemplated what to do last night, we received a call from a friend of ours who was headed to Borderline. Once I realized that this was my opportunity to check out the mysterious place that I passed twice every weekday, I jumped on it.

Two words, folks. Country. Western. Jordt hated it, but with as much time as I spent in the midwest playing ball and just generally existing, I was accustomed to the music and actually enjoyed the experience. I did not line dance, but on the random hip hop songs they did trot out, I hit the floor a couple times.

Got cut in on once, and while I was over it, my buddies wanted to fight the guy. Defused that situation and ended up dancing with her again later. End of the night, the other guy went home empty handed, and I went home with a phone number. Advantage: me. Fuck his couch.

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ADDENDUM: I did not even ask for said number. It was volunteered. Winner winner...

New Blog Subscription

TechCrunch...despite the fact that they have demonstrated that they hate PR people. This is a great site for consumer electronics, and in fairness, they have a legit bitch with the chick that they deep fried today. Granted, sending out a Samsung monitor pitch to PhoneScoop...not a good plan in any context. Blaming the fact that it went to the entire CES press list...digging the whole deeper.

While it would smart for CES to segment their media list somehow, in the absence of them doing so, the onus falls on the PR person to pick out the pertinent targets and send pitches accordingly. The sheer magnitide of that show makes it unmanageable for everyone involved if every pitch goes to everybody. That is just asinine.

This also points directly to a fundamental question in media today: What is the role of the blogosphere? This is Web 2.0. Information communism. Viral marketing. Pick all the buzz words and descriptions you want, but how do PR people and bloggers coexist without wanting to kill each other? Blogs are different from dying "traditional" media, so how do pitches differ? It's easy to dogpile on bad pitches, and there are plenty of them, but what constitutes a good one? Interesting questions...interesting times. I would be fascinated to hear feedback from everyone on this.

Back in the Burb

Chillin at home with mom and dad while being festive and putting up the Christmas tree and working to educate pops on Web 2.0 (translation facebook). This guy, he is not, but he's working on it. Continuing education. If you read this and have not yet added him, drop him a line.

Feeling Blue...

The Blue Room...the straight up dirty retro cash only locale in the great city of Burbstank Burbank will host Jordt, Robinson and Legaspi of the west valley, Cheryl and possibly Sally of the 'bank and Kristin and possibly others of PRSA. Amazing social experiment about to ensue.

Craigslist is AMAZING

You have not lived until you've scrolled through this site and spent a good amount of time on the "Best of" section. Simply phenomenal. More on this later...

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The Fallout...

Keith Sinclair - owner of the building at 223 E. Thousand Oaks Blvd. and hard core bruin fan

This bet will come back to bite my ass (probably twice and possibly three times) at basketball season, but this is worth it.

Xtine's Xmas Xtravaganza

No, it's not a Halloween party with me dressed up as Jim Tressel. It was a holiday party with an ugly a festive sweater requirement. Those are pics of my sisters* and me. This was a drunken debacle with a group of friends I haven't seen since school. It was good times, but the sweater vest is really what would be of interest to my readership. Major props due to Wingert for her festive onesie and Sam for dressing as a dreidel. Honorable mention to Consalvi for almost matching Christine. Also, what did people do at parties before Rock Band? Actually mingle? Unheard of...

*Christine and I were declared brother and sister in PR classes at SC (because we would argue all the time). Sam is 'stine's little sister is the sorority and, thus, my sister.

Uninspiring Day of College Football

Florida pulled away even without Percy Harvin, and Mizzou is horrid, so we have to watch Chokelahoma piss away another title game. Without the benefit of Gable's fumble, fucla would not have scored. Oh well. At least we got the W, however boring it was.


On to a happier topic: party time. Headed to the new Casa de 'Stine for some holiday cheer. Ugly sweaters/inappropriate garb mandatory. Alcohol provided. Stupidity (and photographic evidence) to ensue. Love it!

Waaaaaaaaar Tiiiiiiiiiiiime...

Let's take it outside...

Troy Week Pic of the Day (5)

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Troy Week Pic of the Day (2)

Troy Week Pic of the Day (1)

Let the games begin!