A UK band called The Heavy came out to KR Training back at SXSW 2008.
Here’s a video of the experience. That is Karl Rehn instructing things.
I like the uh… “reactive” targets at the end of the shoot. 😉
A UK band called The Heavy came out to KR Training back at SXSW 2008.
Here’s a video of the experience. That is Karl Rehn instructing things.
I like the uh… “reactive” targets at the end of the shoot. 😉
Why does every musical ‘artist’ nowadays feature a name fit only for a D&D character?
/”You enter a 10 by 10 room, dimly illuminated by one torch in the western corner. There’s only one other exit, but it’s blocked by Lady Gaga, Mistress of Dimensions Beyond! Roll for initiative!”
While we all would prefer to have the right tool for the job, sometimes you just have to roll with what’s available to you. Improvised tools and weaponry is better than nothing.
A rolled up magazine? Yes, you could use that as an improvised weapon. A lot of dan bong techniques can be applied using a rolled up magazine.
But really… the best thing about using a magazine as a weapon? The comedy gold:
Updated: hrm. Seems the video changed to private after I posted it. Updated with new link.
Wife went to Costco yesterday, which means lots of cardboard boxes, which means heaven for one of our cats. This cat is obsessed with cardboard boxes.
This morning while I was walking to the kitchen, I saw one cat managed to get a box flipped over on top of her. Cardboard-obsessed cat was nearby, waiting. I flipped the box over to release trapped kitty, and within an instant of the box hitting the floor, cardboard-obsessed cat sprang into the box claiming it for herself. Upon landing in the box, her body language was such that the first thing that went through my head was:
This is my box.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My box is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I master my life.
My box, without me, is useless.
Without my box, I am useless.
A commercial for some jeans company… whatever. Bas is funny.
Spinal Tap in LEGO. Awesome.
Combining two sets of geek happiness. 🙂 Very well done clip.
Youngest child appears to have caught something… poor little guy is running at both ends.
So I went to see if Imodium was OK for kids to take (don’t have any at home, Wife at the grocery store calling me to ask if we needed anything else).
And lo, what do I find?
Wow.
The wonders of the modern era. 🙂
I was Googling around for something related to Sesame Street and stumbled across “The Sesame Street Style Guide“.
The following pages are excerpted from the Sesame Street Style Guide published 2001. They cover Sesame Street character art usage and advertising guidelines and are provided for your reference in preparing print materials in conjunction with the Sesame Street Presents: The Body exhibition.
It contains a lot of general guidelines about how the characters are to be used, and I love the sheer amount of Pantone® references.
Kinda cool. 🙂
Wife leaves the house last night to go do something. Just myself and the kids at home.
About 30 minutes after Wife left, I hear a muffled crash.. as if some plastic had hit the floor. Huh? That’s strange. Quick cat check and I know where they all are so it wasn’t them.
I get up to investigate.
Check the backyard in case some of the plastic lawn chairs had been blown over. No, that wasn’t it. Come to think of it, it sounded like it came from the garage.
Uh oh. But if it was a person, why didn’t I hear any noise with the garage door? Hrm.
I go to check.
Slowly open the door expecting the unexpected….
And unexpected it was.
“Hi, Sneeze.”
Big sigh of relief, then big sigh of annoyance… at myself.
Who is Sneeze? You know all those muscovy ducks that hang out at our house? Sneeze (named by the kids) is one of them. He’s like Norm from the TV show “Cheers”. My guess is as soon as Wife pulled the car out of the garage he waddled right in and got trapped. The crash? Muscovy’s are perching ducks and from the bottles on the floor it seems he failed at perching on one of the shelves.
This is ultimately my fault. The ducks have developed a Pavlovian response to the sound of the garage door going up. Many times before we go somewhere the kids will raise the garage door then go put down some seed for the ducks. So garage door sound is now associated with getting fed. The duck could be 5-6 houses down but hears our garage and it’s a quick flight over for food. At the time the ducks would never come into the garage. I don’t know why, but they seemed unsure and afraid of it. Then one day they were all standing at the open door waiting for me, Sneeze saw me with food in hand and slowly he braved into the great urban cave. I rewarded him with food. And now, he’s no longer scared of the garage. It’s just another food plot to him.
*sigh*
I did this to myself. 🙂