comp exam - day 2

status = one page complete (29 to go).

note = all blogging will be conducted on a need to blog basis.

i sleep, therefore i am 

master at work

the feeling i get when i watch billy barooni sleep must be akin to a person who watches chuck close paint, stephen hawking work out the mysteries of the universe or hiroyuki sakai cook. simply put: i am in utter and total awe of his abilities. this cat takes sleeping to a new level. If there was a michael jordan of sleeping, billy would be wearing a tiny (or not so tiny) 23 jersey.

remote control

i can now post messages via email.

50 lighters...at $29.51

it is done. got them. check it out. i can readjust my business model knowing that each lighter will cost 60 cents. i cannot wait until they arrive. until then, i'm watching the ncaa b-ball tournament.

samples of greatness 

my campaign to stop john scott is on hold

last night i rediscovered my love for lighter making. i had a free hour at work and decided that i am going to get a booth at the melrose trading post (the flee market held every sunday to raise money for fairfax high school) and see if these babies are as hot as i think they are. with betsy as my unwilling partner, i plan to create and attempt to sell 50 lighters. i need friends of Duck or HILSWEPBIC to let me know how much you would pay for such an original creation. my problem is as follows: the booth will cost $35...and each lighter runs about $1.20 (five pack from target). However, if i buy a 50 pack on e-bay, i can reduce the cost to about $.50 a lighter. i figure i can try to sell them for $4 each or 3 for $10. any thoughts?

"A" for irony

way to belittle my concerns by embedding a web link in the discussion thread. you might be next on my list after i take down john scott.

guerilla in action 

i hate guerilla advertising

last night, at 12:30 am, some dude was peppering our street with ads for a new apartment complex. i was awoken by the sounds of a wooden stake being driven into our front lawn with four signs pointing the way to the new development. i was about to raise hell, but then thought what's the point. it wasn't his fault. there is a bigger, much nastier problem at foot. everywhere i look there is more and more guerilla advertising. on taxi wheels, coffee sleeves, pizza boxes, etc. it is one thing for ads to appear in traditional media. i know enough to realize the reason i can watch tv for free or pay a quarter to read the la times is because companies are subsidizing my costs with their advertising. in such circumstances, advertising comes as part of the deal. guerilla advertising blows that structure up. when i buy a ticket to a movie, or a cup of coffee, the price of the product does not decrease because ads are snuck in to them. i have been targeting one perpetrator of guerilla advertising for some time: john scott (see link above). he places "who is john scott" stickers all over the los angeles metro and i am sick of it. in the coming weeks i will try to get the mta to do something about it. any progress will be posted.

grey duck 

jb lobbed the first salvo...

...well done. i would have bet my first re-minted buffalo nickel that steven or joe (my two "biggest" fans) would have been the first to chime in, but thank you for your kind words regarding my overweight illegitimate hispanic son. on to tonight's business: the aviator. besides the simpson's riff with monty burns, i know relatively nothing about howard hughes. what scared me, over the course of the movie, was how his ticks slowly spiraled out of control. it was not unlike hearing that someone got the hiccups and they never went away. everyone fights odd bouts of obsessive compulsiveness. right? for example, i pick my nails and tend to rub my left eyebrow when i get stressed out. in a daze, i will snap out of some deep thought and realize half my thumbnail is gone or someone is looking at me funny as i pick at my face. what if it got worse? so bad you lost control? thank goodness i can always buy a box of kleenex and some bottles of milk, get naked, and take refuge on this blog without feeling like a weirdo.

want some? 

what is going on?

i thought the excitement for my new content would be palatable. i imagined strings of comments a mile long. in fact, the only way i can rationalize this lackluster response to my new blog is to assume friday plans have trumped time alone on the computer.

welcome

hello all ye faithful who have become accustom to posts on the now, or soon to be now, defunct lanceharris.org. I have moved operations here in an attempt to keep my content fresh. i truly believe that "duck, duck grey duck: or how i learned to stop worrying and eat peppermint bon-bon ice cream" will be incredible. i have big plans...so stay tuned.