I continue to facebook more than blog. What can I say?

Fred's facepage

mmmm...what's for lunch?

Yummy! Take a look!

I said no more bobbles, but...

I found this poor fellow for only $9.99 and I just couldn't resist.

Funny Stuff

Beware the Swine Flu and the Mad Cow disease. No beef or pork for you!

Don't know what the movie is about but you gotta love the poster...

Halloween cometh...

Got your candy yet?

Just because...

I can't for the life of me think of a caption for this photo.

Just in time for holiday gift giving...

Zelda Fitzgerald

Zelda and a few of her friends.

I like this poster better than I liked the movie..

Here's a link to some amazing hand painted movie posters from Ghana. They would go from village to village with a generator, television and VCR and show the movies. Most of the time the posters were painted on flour sacks and were done before the artist saw the movie.

Some fantastic Star Wars images created with the humble Lego.

For more, click here.

My glacier gently weeps...

I forgot my bible in Tijuana but here's the cover

Most of them aren't this pretty.

A couple of great Norma Bar illustrations

Her work stuns me.

A nice piece of unused poster art from Inglorious Basterds

Facebook World!

It's like a disease, only it's fun and you get to meet up with lots of old friends and there's almost always something interesting to gab about.

It's no disease. All it does is soak up some of my goof off time. It's not like it's either go on Facebook or preform brain surgery to save someone's life. It's go on Facebook or watch an old rerun of Night Gallery or something like that.

I'm always too hard on myself.

Be Modern!

Hands off my rupture, Dr. Homan!

One bitchin' cool boxed edition.

Buy this copy of Pixar's 'UP' and get a Luxo Jr. lamp. You know you want it. Get your geek on.

Facebook ate my life

I joined on a whim and now it consumes all my free time along with some pretty valuable time. I guess it could be worse. I could be Twittering.

Fred and his amazing double standards...

I brush my teeth before going to the dentist. Bathe before seeing the doctor. Organize my demons before going to therapy. These things I do, but could I be troubled to clean the kitchen before the repairman came to fix our broken refrigerator? Of course not. I mean the place wasn't a filthy mess, but I would have done lots if company were coming over. The garbage and recycling needed to be dumped and there were dust bunnies here and there--not to mention the load of decaying food inside the dead fridge--but I couldn't be bothered.

He was a nice enough guy but I think because he was in the service industry and was literally working for me--I was his boss--I didn't feel the need to be tidy.

What a bastard I yam.