More Nancy Drew comics from Hark! A Vagrant. Click to embiggen. 

thedailywhat:

After Hours: The great Cab Calloway sings the haunting American folk standard “St. James Infirmary Blues” as Koko the Clown in Betty Boop’s “Snow White.”

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Related: Fred Astaire, Barrie Chase, and Jonah Jones perform a “St. James” song and dance routine on the live television special, An Evening with Fred Astaire, October 17, 1958. (via.)

1. Rodrigo y Gabriela (41)
2. Jamie T. (6)
3. Janelle Monáe (5)
4. Notorious vs Sinatra (4)
5. Beastie Boys (3)

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Janelle Monae - Tightrope (Wondamix) ft. B.O.B and Lupe Fiasco is fucking awesome. I prefer the original but i’ll be damned if this isn’t fucking wonderful. 

Dodgers Stadium, Los Angeles, September 2010

drinkyourjuice:

[via miguee-e]

After that it got pretty late. And we both hadda go, but it was great seeing Annie again, right? I realized what a terrific person she was and-and how much fun it was just knowing her and I-I thought of that old joke, you know, this-this-this guy goes into a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy. He thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” And the guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much how I feel about relationships. You know, they’re totally irrational and crazy and absurd and… but, uh, I guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.

Today’s aural fixation: The Two Man Gentlemen Band - A Gentleman Knows How To Love. Listen to this as soon as you can. And once a day from now on. 

poorsadmanharris:

This is The Two Man Gentlemen Band playing, “Me, I Get High On Reefer,” from their newest album, ¡Dos Amigos Una Fiesta!.

The Two Man Gentlemen Band is an accurately-named act that plays prohibition-era style cabaret music, but flavored with an extra dose of double-entendres.  I think they might be best described as the Ambiguously Gay Duo of modern speakeasy bands.  When you listen to songs like “When Your Lips are Playing My Kazoo,” and “There’s Something in My Trousers,” and “Put it in My Ear (When You Make That Music),” it is difficult to not have at least a chuckle at their silly innuendos.  These musicians obviously have fun when they are playing, and that makes it easy for the listener to have fun.

This is music to have fun to.  If you know the Charleston, grin and do the Charleston, if you don’t, at least drink some bathtub gin and play yourself some air-ukulele.

There aren’t many folks playing this kind of music these days (C.W. Stoneking, I guess?), so The Two Man Gentlemen Band something unique to put on.  Break up a tedious folksy playlist with something different.

Sincerely,

Reverend Harris

Today’s aural fixation: Dizzy Sirens (Jimi Needles’ Big Band Cocktail) - Dizzee Rascal + Dizzy Gillespie

Enough dizzy to make your head spin. 

The following is a list of things I likely will never say to women who likely will never hear them.

If you are one of these women: stop reading immediately. You have no respect for rules.

1. You never called. What the shit. 

2. I’m sorry I called so much. I was young. You were cool. These things happen. 

3. I’m just sorry. That was entirely out of line and I owe you one pair of shoes. 

4. We never finished our conversation. I will always wonder what you would have said next. 

5. Honestly, I just wish I’d spoken less. Did that fuck it up? I think that fucked it up. I’m sorry I fucked it up. You were very good looking and I was very nervous and now we’ll never know. 

6. Hi, I’m Jay. You are very cute but terribly bored, and I think I can change at least one of those, hopefully the latter. Can I buy you a drink?

7. (endless variations on #6)

8. You didn’t write back, or if you did, I had already moved and it was too late. It’s ok. I understand why. Some day you’ll reappear in my life, in the form of an exquisitely neat hand-written letter. I know this because I know you, better than you want me to, better than even I think I should. 

9. You are a horrible person and I have no intention of returning the books I borrowed. 

10. I would very much like proof that you actually deleted those photographs. 

11. While I doubt I will ever see you again, your note is among the sweetest, simplest things I’ve ever read and to this day remains a prized possession. 

12. I hope one day we can actually meet. I hope you are everything I’ve told myself you are. 

13. I spent a long time convincing myself I was in love with you. I was wrong. Thank you for never loving me back. You saved me from myself, and, in the end, from you.

14. I’m sorry I tried to kiss you that night. It was equal parts nostalgia and bottom shelf whiskey.  The next time I try to kiss you, I can assure you that at the very least the whiskey will be name brand. 

15. We never would have worked in the grand scheme of things but that was a very fun summer and I promise I have no hard feelings. 

16. You, of all people, might actually read this. Thank you for that. I respect your healthy disregard for the authority with which I began this piece, and I’m sorry if you are offended by items 1-15. To coin a stolen phrase, past is prologue. There’s always room to tell new stories. 

That will be all. 

The No. 28 Rule Of A Gentleman

I’M HAVING A LOVE AFFAIR WITH MY PIZZA RAAAAARGH

Born with a Black Hat

Labor Day Song via Mesch & Cod. There are no words to say how much I enjoyed this. Besides these ones.

Sad-But-True Don Draper Cartoon, via Dan Meth

Today’s aural fixation: 

Monster by KanYe West

featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Bon Iver & Nicki Minaj

Played this track like 6 times already this morning, and I imagine it’ll be a good number more before I stop. 

Awesome Vodaphone commercial - “New”. Really puts things in perspective. 

@jonnyumansky’s birthday present: An entirely functional 1950 Smith Corona 5S1 Silent Typewriter. Only appropriate.

Sounds like my kind of picnic…

thedailywhat:

Limited Edition Print of the Day: Fernando Reza’s “Day Jobs” pays nerdy, Easter Egg-laden homage “to the hard working men and women who keep our beloved fictional companies going.”

Printed on Rolodex-ready business card stock. Extremely limited run of 20 S+N 11” x 17” prints are available here for $25/pop.

Bonus: A reblogger who successfully names the origin of each fictional company in their reblog by noon tomorrow (9/1) will be chosen by Reza at random, and he/she will receive a free print.

Good luck!

[frodesignco.]

Left to right, top to bottom:

LOST’s initiative

 Jurassic Park’s cloning facility

Resident Evil’s… cloning facility? 

Bruce Wayne’s birthright in Batman

Tony Stark’s family business in Iron Man

The mundane world of Office Space

“The Company” in Heroes

Looney Toons / Roadrunner, specifically

Skynet’s creators in Terminator

Lex’s company in the Superman world

Tyler Durden’s front for Project Mayhem in Fight Club

The Simpsons’s beer company

Fringe’s multidimensional corporation

PEOPLE! Uh, I mean, Soylent Green

Arrested Development’s family business

Adrian Veidt’s conglomerate in Watchmen

Mad Men — Early seasons only. S.D.C.P 4 life y’all. 

George’s fake company on Seinfeld

The Empire’s IT department from Star Wars

The Office’s Scranton-based paper company

The world of Quentin Tarantino films. 

Cool? Cool. Alright. I want this, plz. 

40,000 More Solo Drivers Allowed to Use Carpool Lanes - LAist

Downtown Los Angeles: night view from the Standard Hotel roof.

1. Darwin Deez (55)
2. Moschella, Nino (18)
3. wu tang vs the beatles (12)
4. The Black Keys (10)
5. OutKast (8)

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Billy invents a new word, via Family Circus/Jersey Shore mashup Jersey Circus

breathless

1. M. Ward (60)
2. The Black Keys (30)
3. Gorillaz (6)
4. Wale (5)
5. Dr. Dog (4)

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HA! Yes, this happened. To be fair, I thought I was playing Tap Dance Revolution. Via @black_matt

HOLY FUCK FIRE TORNADO

Today’s aural fixation: DJ Topcat – “Folsom Prison Gangstaz” (Johnny Cash vs. Eazy-E), via The Daily What.

Featured in Bootie’s monthly round-up of the top 10 hottest mashup jams.

Truth in telephone pole advertising. And in Futura, no less! Be still my nerdy heart.

Congratulations, Shira and Kyle

Cee-Lo’s new music video for the song “Fuck You!” is catchy as fuck and typographically outstanding. 

Philadelphia international airport. 3 AM PST.

You can’t tell, what with the artsy black and white and so forth, but this banana is as green as the dollar I used to buy it. The ‘barista’ put acai protein in my coffee. It now tastes remarkably similar to my banana. The combination is on the whole unsettling.

Maybe I’m just overtired. Can’t shake the thought that, in another version of my life, I’d be full of wine and fast asleep next to a good woman in Napa Valley, preparing for an elaborate family event. Strange, the journeys that life takes us on. No Napa, no good woman; plenty of wine and elaborate family events. Win some, lose some.

I wonder how that version of me feels about acai protein. I don’t think either of us are big fans.

My only brother, engaged to be wed! The trumpets blare as ice tumbles down into every available glass. A toast, to the happy couple, a toast to love, a toast to the art of a good toast! For all that is holy must be celebrated with that which is the most holy. Our very own sacrament, courtesy of Jonathan Walker and Sons.

I don’t know what bearing this has on me, exactly, besides the invitation to introspection. I suppose I’m now a brother-in-law? Close but no cigar. You’ll get me next time, Redefinition.

Welp. According to the pilot, it’s onwards to Boston, chasing the rising sun.

A drink?, the stewardess asks me. Ha.

Rebellion at 18,000 ft

8/19/2010 9:10 PM. LAX the way it should be.

Why Facebook profiles should be private. Rules to live by, folks. 

Aziz Ansari’s stand up about his cousin Harris is fucking hysterical. 

A Challenger Appears, via thebigcaption

I would pay good money to see Clint Eastwood in Sam Peckinpah’s Wolverine

1. Wale (30)
2. Jay-Z (5)
3. The Beatles (4)
4. Spoon (4)
5. The Black Keys (4)

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Apparently I’ve been playing the fuck out of that new Wale mixtape and didn’t even realize it. Ah well. Y’all should listen, it’s great. 

Litany by Billy Collins, as recited by a three year old. Full poem below:

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

You heard it here first: the wee folk never turn to crime. 

via Lois Lane, Superman’s Girlfriend: The Bride of Titanman

Christ, if this isn’t inspiration, I don’t know what is. 

Illustration by Natalie Dee.

You’re about twenty-five years old, and you’re no more than, shall we say, intermittently employed, so you spend a great deal of time talking with friends about trivial things or about love affairs that ended or never quite happened; and sometimes, if you’re lucky, you fall into bed, or almost fall into bed and just enjoy the flirtation, with someone in the group.

-Youthquake, via The New Yorker

It’s growing on me. Literally.

THE MORNING SHOW: Bad Haircut Edition

For behind-the-scenes footage from the Accidental Hipster shoot, check out Mesch and Cod