AM 1000

And here's a version with better resolution for you qualityphiles out there.

Extraordinary Rendition (of this song)

This entry dedicated to my wonderful mother, who hopefully isn't aware of this blog.

Good Night, Sweet Prince

A couple of weeks ago, while I was at work, our (my roommates' and my) cat, Eliot "Three-Jay" Marcoullier, was struck and killed by a car, or an SUV, or a lorry, on Minneapolis' busiest thoroughfare.  It was a heartbreaking experience for all of us.  I loved the little guy to pieces, and the following video is dedicated entirely to him.

Here's a link for those who like their videos in better-than-youtube quality.

The music, by the way, is Duster Bennett's brutally moving "Everyday".

In Loving Memory

Three-Jay

2008-2009

I'll Steal It! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!

I saw a still from this posted on John K.'s animation blog, and it all came rushing back into my consciousness. I love Chuck Jones' sense of design on all the characters, and especially how Dan Backslide sort of looks like Mel Blanc.

This is Gonna Be a Good Summer

I can tell because my mood today is a mix of this



and this.

Crazy Love - Van Morrison & Bob Marley

Just Pretend the Starships are Gay People and the Bugs are Vermonters

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7988549.stm

Just Pretend The Helicopters are Gay People and that the Vietnamese People are Iowans

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7981893.stm

The House in the Middle

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Goddamnit the '50's rocked. I saw this video awhile back when I was researching for a project, and I'd forgotten about it until now. Note how they use atomic paranoia not only to get folks to rake their yards, but also to get them to hate poor people! And you've gotta love how the golden reward for people who follow the CLEAN UP, PAINT UP, FIX UP campaign's credo is a charred shack lousy with nuclear fallout.

Also, I wish I'd known about this when I was in Scouts.

Two Facelifts for Sister Jeffrey

As I have become bored recently with this blog, I've decided to, yet again, make a few changes.  I'm trying out a few new names, because I think the Chicago Public Radio pun is getting a little old.  Once I find one I really like, I'll change my URL.  

Content-wise, I'm going to try to shift away from bitching about my endlessly trivial life and focus more on some of my passions:  nuclear explosions, naked girls from the '50's, and pedal steel guitars.  Expect things to get a whole lot more pretentious around here.

Space, Space.

A bunch of interesting stuff I've been running across lately:

The Barbarian Group is a weird design/advertising firm that makes all sorts of interesting digital gizmos and software.  They're probably most notable for designer Robert Hodgin's brilliant, beautiful Magnetosphere visualizer.

These dudes are just plain fucking awesome.

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Late Night with Conan O'Brien - The Last Late Night Good Night


I know this is almost a week old, and that everybody who really wanted to see it likely did so as it was broadcast last Friday evening. But I've gotta pay tribute in whatever way I know how (copy-pasting html code) to one of my big-time heroes. Thanks, Conan.

Take One Look and Die

High school fucking sucks. God this blog is awesome.





Ace Of Spades

Sing; Sing a Song

Sleep Walk

Rather than my usual rant about something stupid, something irrelevant, or something I know nothing about, I will, for once, discuss what's really making me so angsty. I hate my life. At this moment, I can't fathom one positive thing. There is no joie de vivre, no pep, no pleasure, no anticipation. The idea of one more conscious minute is agonizing. I want for everyone in my life to stop caring about me so I can be done with it, so I can take my farewell ride with no regrets and no teary-eyed maidens at my back. None of the people to whom I've ever pledged my heart has ever wanted it. It is expected that we should cling to life, but I feel I am instead shackled to it. Perhaps this will change, but it's a deep, deep well I've excavated, and I'm not gazing up for want of a lifeline.

Let's All Go to the Lobby

This is the trailer for a little movie I'm making for school. It's far from complete, but I'll put the whole darn thing up here when I reach that emerald city. Forgive my bad acting and please know that the titles I used are meant to be a bit silly (and the title of the film is a working one).

Anyways, here it is.

God DAMN You Are One Suave FUCKER

This is my first ever video blog post. Enjoy.


Sincerely,
Jeffrey Beaumont