Busy Busy Day

start of my day

snow and shit

Means is not a jolly fucker

Bellagio Alien Shit

He’s a jolly fucker

The Woman and her friend

The Woman’s friends who were in town for gambling and sex.

A fucking animal made out of nuts.

Drink with Tom and Stas from Laced at Little Macau

Nico is a cuteboi. Faggle.

Tim is a funny little man.

Means in 50 years.

So, I’m not going to bore you with some shameless plugs or a nonsensical shout out to a design firm I’m having kittens over in this post. I will, however, share some photos I took throughout the day today. The snows yesterday were nuts and kind of prompted me to get the camera out and document today for some reason. Well, whatever the reason doesn’t matter. I did take them so here you go. Share my weird fucking day we me.

Design Done Right

Space Saver WiFi Goodness

I’m such a fan of space-conscious design. These don’t only provide eye candy within a space but also add useful function. When I saw Parrot speakers by Starck Zikmu I fell in love. I mean, some stuff that comes out for the space conscious is rather dull and although tending to be “cool” and “unique” rarely provides true value for the money. I feel that if I’m lucky enough to ever own a pair of speakers like these that I truly will get plenty of use out the “unique” and “cool” facets of the pair. Dig the iPod dock. I mean, that shit is just sick.

Source: SlashGear

Anthony Hamilton

If you didn’t get to catch his concert a while back then you should really feel upset about your loss because this dude is the real thing. If this cat’s voice doesn’t make you just want to stay home with your boyfriend or girlfriend than I just don’t know what will. Honestly, with the snow on the ground-and on the desert palm trees- just get comfortable with your significant other and push play on this YouTube video from the man. You’ll dig, I promise.

Friends & A Family

5&A Dime, Everytime.

Looks like Jay over at 5 & A Dime is having a holiday sale. I dig the flyer. They still have the Pacman/Pacquiao shirt for women available which is pretty crazy considering the loyal following. Dig the photo and make sure to frequent their blog…but only right after you take a good look at mine and the one on Laced’s site. Naturally, I know.

After taking my own advice by taking a good look at the Laced site it turns out Laced is carrying some 5 & A Dime gear. Good to know.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Ridiculous.

Look, I like water based fruit as much as the next guy but what the fuck are you trying to tell me, Clot x Medicom x Levis? What the fucking hell was the impetuous for the-and I feel like an idiot even mentioning this at all-”Watermelon & Strawberry Denim”? What the fucking hell were these God forsaken idiots on when they thought of this wonderfully horrible collaboration? What, were they sitting around fucking freebasing jolly ranchers watching a Strawberry Shortcake marathon during the damn colab think tank? You have got to be fucking kidding me with this nonsense. I mean, really, I’m just ashamed for you and I had nothing to do with it. If this fruit-focused bullshit is what’s in store the consumer public this season then count me as “on vacation.”

Seriously, what the shit?

Source: Hypebeast

Free Writen Nod To Hunter S. Thompson

I wrote the following work while watching a film portraying the life and work of Hunter S. Thompson. I must say I feel a kindred spirit in the great writer and I can say now that I am honored to be a writer in the generation Post Hunter. Dig the writing and keep in mind that I was attempting to relate it to the wave segment Thompson wrote about the end of the 1960′s.

He didn’t know that The Dream would end after he wrote his obituary to its demise but it did,eventually, meet its end here in Las Vegas. Of the place of death, he was correct. The economy, The Dream, it died sometime last month. It found itself left without a supplier, its dealer dried up and leaving its fiends in a bind with their money left without a purpose. The town has grown up since the date I watched Thompson type the death of The Dream. It has replaced the possible with the definite, the excess with the controlled prescribed. The rooms, oh the rooms. They died into minimalism simplicity of antiseptic excess catered to foreign desires. The wonderful depth to the woods of the previous generation left to the rubbish heap. The hills to the west, the sometimes snow capped peaks of our limits were he stood to watch his wave roll back now a rope on the ring that is Las Vegas. Our footprints line the edge of the range, our empty homes dark as our own wave of progress rolls back towards the Lights at our center. Even those lights have faded as America goes poor.  The lights at night are our city’s wave. We watch as more and more homes go dark against the dark of night, their financiers going broke and moving out during the light of day. I don’t find this all a crisis but I find the crisis being all of it. The money is gone. Oh god the money is gone. Our city, the last one to be whatever you want whenever you please, is drying up broke. We look upwards to see those in power, their teeth on our necks, their hand ever in our pockets, to save us but we don’t see their other hand reaching for their plane tickets. They are here to take what they want and leave us once we’re dried up. We keep looking East, hoping for God to be in the new details but all we’re seeing is a new set of fangs at our throats.

I wish I could have been there that day. The day we saw new hope in a new kind of candidate who was there for us. I was there when change came. I was there watching the results roll in on a united nation. I was there to watch Change come. I was there when Sam Cooke was proven right. He got North Carolina, he got Ohio, he won the South. Towards the end it wasn’t a reconciliation that secured the win. It was the admittance of the Right that their support in the tyrant Bush was wrong, so utterly wrong. I mean, we saw the new Musky buy two terms and now, with our homes gone, our financial markets dead in the water and our world image a tattered mess due to his single-minded idiocy as evidence of a legacy of the Old Regime and we voted for a new new deal. I hope and wish that Vegas won’t be the failing of the Dream but I know it will. I just see the materialized facts of today’s situation a testament to the failings he wrote about and attributed to the Dream. I hope that the blunders we have perpetrated have not cemented the death of our great nation and I hope, as I watch our own wave break and roll back that today is not the last chance for a writer to watch any wave crest and fall ever again. I hope this wave, although fueled by greed and ego, is not the bane of the simple working man.”

More “official” posts to come in the next round. Expect some Laced-specific stuff. Let me know. Leave a comment and be heard…even if it’s only me who’s listening.

Good God Almighty

Dig this, cool guy. Your mullet is not elite.

Well, I did it. The Means Show has officially been given corporate sponsorship. Laced Las Vegas came with the love so I’m coming back with some of my own. Three cheers for the locally owned China Town shop that we all know and love! I mean, I would cheer but I’m writing and you wouldn’t be able to hear me anyways. If it makes you feel better to think that I did cheer along with you then go ahead, I’m fine with that. Sorry, I got off on a tangent. I’m not getting sponsorship for going off on my own personal nonsense so to the point then. First, thanks for coming by. You people are going to be the first readers on this roller coaster of a blog that will be covering nonsense spanning across the spectrum. Let’s start with a big high five for yourselves. You’re the local truth. You make this city great. You frequent the places that add a bit of validity to this glitter and rhinestone landscape and for that I applaud all of you. I hope you dig what I’ll be kicking on this blog and please feel completely free to leave comments if you like what I’m saying or if you want me to touch on other stuff. I take any suggestions, especially if they’re negative and make me laugh. To start it off I’m going to give you a taste of the funny shit to come and throw a few “official” plugs in the next entry. For now, enjoy the above.