Seriously, malicious spam-bots, is this the best you can do?
Nice Photoshop job on that E-CARDS tab. I think I can see the wires holding it in place. And those links don’t look suspicious at all, the way they end in .EXE. You know, the way no URL in the world does.
I am very disappointed in all of you data-mining identity-robbers. Get on the stick! Those suspicious nutritional supplement charges aren’t gonna wind up on other people’s credit cards all by themselves!
I apologize for not being as prolific on this site as I usually am. Several life events, and the impending HGD 007, have conspired against me.
While you wait for glorious new content, enjoy this site I was alerted to by the tweeting of namethebats. Logan Walters, an industrious man, created Blue Note-esque covers for Wu Tang albums (and Wu Tang-related side projects) for iPod purposes and decided to share them with the world. I am very glad he did, because they are awesome.
I particularly like this Method Man reworking, which totally could have been a Thelonious Monk LP sleeve. I’d love to hear what Method could do to “Epistrophy”.
Yesterday, a friend of mine asked if the douche from The Bachelor had a Twitter account. For reasons that are still unclear to me, I used this as a springboard to create a fake Twitter account for him. Of course, I could count the number of Bachelor episodes I’ve seen on one hand; most of my knowledge of the show has been gleaned from Best Week Ever. But when in doubt, make your target look like a loutish dolt. That’s my motto!
I was prepared to do this for weeks. I had plans. Ooooh, did I have plans. But then my lawyers (ie, The Wife) explained to me that I could have my account suspended and have all sorts of nasty things done to me. Having gone through account suspension in other online endeavors (eat shit and die, Roger Clemens), I decided I’d rather not risk my real Twitter account in order to slander someone I don’t even know.
I also didn’t want to risk the Twitter accounts of my contributors Sean from Massapequa and Skitch Hanson. Because they would be tainted by their very association with me! That is a risk I can not stomach!
But I thought you, the gentle reader, would like a retrospective of the brief, wondrous life of THE_REAL_BACH. Forgive me for presenting this in improper oldest-to-newest order. I think it flows better this way.