A Man Knows He’s Getting Old

When hair starts growing in his ears. Until then, he’s nothing but a manchild.

Oh Happy Day

Oh Happy Day

Bring on the snow

The Frats

Bums on the streets.

Bring on the sleepless

The White Nights

The Loneliness

The pain.

Bring on bad dreams

The yelling

The ego fights

The disdain.

Bring on tears

Angst

Worry

Sadness

Bring on stress

The Pressure

The deadlines

The politics.

Bring on longing

The Skype chats

The phone sex

The bills.

Bring on love

The Power

The Bond

The Chains.

Bring it on

The More “Happy Birthday!” Wishes You Have On Your Facebook Wall

The less friends you have in real life.

Why The Use of ‘Presentors’ in Advertising is Wrong

Aside the fact that it prematurely kills any attempt or hope for creativity.

Good Shabbas Video

You know, I tried. I really tried. But I just can’t find the words to describe this video. I hope you enjoy this experience.

Night Swimming.

Death came for a visit yesterday

3AM Pacific Time.

He drowned in the pool

Floating on his stomach.

70 something years

320 something lbs.

Flexing his arms

Closing his fists

Yelling at the sky

Smiling with no teeth.

A plethora of fans

One lonely man

3 kids

Biologically

Girls

Boys

Dogs

Teachers.

Can’t possibly be sad about this

It’s a day for love, food and celebration.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

נוח על משכבך בשלום, תת אלוף נגלי

אני בטוח שאתה כבר עושים קטעים שם למעלה.

RIP Brigadier General Eitan Nagli. I’m sure you’re already making em all laugh up there.

How Is It That One’s Opinion

alway contradicts mine?

Is it like that with everyone? It seems like everything I do, One’s way will be completely different. I often think he does that just to spite me.

Screw One, I say.

Holocaust Jokes Are Jews’s Way

of calling each other nigger.

Good Shabbas Video

The Stache is Moving To Boulder, CO. Was able to put my foot inside the door of one of the top Advertising Agencies in the world: Crispin Porter + Bogusky. Fucking A’.

It’s only for the winter, though, and there’s a (roughly) 95% I’ll be back in the Bay Area together with Spring’s emergence. It’s weird. I’m amped and happy, yet sad and guilty. This will force me to live apart from The Woman I Love and Mango J. Frankelstache The First. I’m also uber nervous due to the weather. Fucking snow. I come from the equator. I can’t deal with Minus degrees.

The next month or so will revolve mostly around my move. After that, I’ll most likely take a short break from writing, given that I’ll be very busy. I’m still processing and digesting this, so I’m not really sure what’s on my mind. I’d warn ya’ll from randomness during the upcoming weeks, but come to think of it, you might not know the difference.

Oh right, Good Shabbas Video! Dedicated to my Governor!