November 29, 2011

It was kind of crazy at work today and I’m still going in early because everyone’s taking their vacation time. I’m a little beat and thought I would take my Monday sixpack of photos at Chez Wombacher and match them up with videos I think belong with them. I try to go out every night, but what I like about this blog is the freedom to do it from my apartment now and again, so it’s homeward bound we go!

I'm looking through you, where did you go,
I thought I knew you, what did I know?

Hey everybody, did the news get around,
About a guy named Butcher Pete,
Oh, Pete just flew into this town,
And he's choppin' up all the women's meat.

Believe it or not George isn't at home,
Please leave a message at the beep.
Believe it or not, I’m not home.

Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey,
Second time I lose I drink gin,
Third time I lose I drink anything,
'cause I think I'm gonna win.

Can you spell ashtray please?

I don’t care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I got my plastic Jesus,
Sittin’ on the dashboard of my car.

Further reading: Wikipedia, Schoolhouse Rock and The Six Show.

When he holds my hand I'm so proud,
'Cos he's not just one of the crowd.

(Surprise link...click on it...I dare you!)

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Bonus Photos From Biff!

Biff sent in the following photos of the latest Cardboard Box Man mutation sightings. Here's her report: "I was watching Yard Crashers on HGTV a couple of weeks ago and those fuckers actually BUILT a stony, frightening cousin of CBBM! And then today I was walking Lucy and came across CBBM's super friendly and smiley cousin, Twig Man. I like him way better than all the others." Thanks, Bifferoonie, nice to see a somewhat friendly CBBM mutation!

October 18th, 2011

It’s “Sixpack Monday” which means it’s the night of the week where I go out to a certain area in New York, take six photos and then match them up with songs that I think reflect the photograph for whatever reason. I’m still working a combination dayshift and nightshift and it was a rough day today, so I’m pretty fried. Even though it’s Monday, it’s Fried Day for me. Oof, I’m so tired I’m reduced to writing bad jokes like that. Anyway, just like last week, instead of going to a certain part of the city, I’m just going to take shots on my way home and see what I get. And you’re welcome to come along.

The hand of fate is on me now,
It picks me up and knocks me down,
I'm on the run, I'm prison bound.

Yes, I'm running down the railway track,
Could you help me? Police on my back,
They will catch me if I dare drop back,
Wont you give me all the speed I lack.

Now I'm a happy fella,
I'm married to the fortune teller,
We're as happy as we can be,
And what's more I get my fortune told for free.

Whenever I'm dressed cool,
My parents put up a fight.
(Uh huh, uh huh)

(This one goes out to Lux Living!)

But once you think you're in you're out,
'cause you don't mean a single thing without,
the handbags and the gladrags,
that your poor Grandad had to sweat so you could buy ya.

Get up, (get on up)
Get up, (get on up)
Huh!

Further reading: Mayo Clinic, Urban Dictionary and Joan Jett.

Wake up and smell the coffee,
Or just say no to individuality,
When we pretend that we're dead.

(Surprise link...click on it...I dare you!)

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Bonus Photo From Gidget and A Link To East Village Corner!
The coolest DJ in the world, Gidget from Woody Radio sent in this photo of a mutant relative of Cardboard Box Man, he’s everywhere! Be sure to check out Gidget on Woody Radio and don’t miss her and “Boris’s” show, The Secret Weapon.  And speaking of CBBM, Melanie from the blog, East Village Corner had her own Cardboard Box Man sighting, check it out here. Thanks, Gidget and Melanie!