Introducing: Kevin Gannon's Meatheads!

A few days ago I was walking down the street with dear friends and other two thirds of Broke Toe, Carlos and Robbie, when we passed a Jamba Juice that really wasn't utilizing space well at all. 

This picture doesn't do it justice. The place was absolutely huge. There was one small table on the left which some freeloading girl was using as an office. Another chair on the right with a person awkwardly sitting drinking juice and then a long corridor leading to the register. 

For paying as much rent as they do for a space in New York City as big as this and then leaving it almost completely fucking empty, these people get my first "Kevin Gannon Meathead" award. 

Expect many more. 

Irony, baby.

I was watching a video on YouTube of Richard Dawkins (atheist extraordinaire) doing what he does best: completely deading and denouncing all forms of organized religion. That's when I noticed a pretty hilariously ironic ad pop up near the video...

I feel bad for the Scientologists, here. All that hard earned, alien endorsed money tossed out the window.

Guys: you can always advertise on my blog. Just hit me up with whatever mind reading devices you have. Email works too.

HELP US MAKE "SPIRIT GUIDE"

You may remember us putting up a promo a very long time ago for our next epic adventure: Spirit Guide.

We shot some scenes but college made us part ways. Our goal was to regroup during the summer and finish what we started. Better, faster, funnier and prettier.

The "prettier" part is where things get complicated. Robbie, Carlos and I (A.K.A Broke Toe Productions) need to rent out camera equipment to shoot this sucker. 

We checked and none of the rental facilities in the city take hugs and kisses in exchange for an HD Cam so to put things frankly: we need money. Bad, baby.

That's why today is the first day of our "Support Young Artists" fundraiser. We have designed a sexy, sleek logo that will tell the world what you do with your money during this difficult economic time. 

Sure, it's a little pricey but 100% of the profit goes towards out next project. It would mean the world to us if you could buy a shirt, tote-bag, beer stein or mug to help us make some wonderful art. 

Thank you for reading and if you do contribute to the cause, thank you for being awesome. Then, pat yourself on the back and say:

"Nice job. I helped those boys make a movie"

When's the last time someone you know got to do that?

CLICK HERE TO VISIT OUR STORE!

Home Depot: Party Poopers

Today Robbie Cline dragged me and Carlos into Home Depot so he could buy some electronic devices needed for a gigantic, uber stage light he is putting together. 

Obviously, I was bored shitless because I know nothing about building lights so while he was rummaging around I saw this cart and thought to myself "Holy shit I can't wait to get in that basket"

As I got closer I saw they were a step ahead of me:

Damn.

Jackhammered out of bed

Of all the people in the world to ever complain about growing up/living in New York I am the absolute last. I love it here and always have. Sure, some things are a pain in the ass but usually I overlook them and instead focus on the positives that vastly out number the negatives.

Every die-hard New York fanboy, however, does have his boiling point. For me, it's when I wake up to fucking jack-hammers pounding the earth. 

I had a doctors appointment and needed to get up early (which already, I was pissed about). These fucking construction workers made me wake up earlier than waking up early! I know it's confusing but let me elaborate:

1. I had to wake up early.

2. Some schmucks woke me up earlier than I had to wake up.

3. I sat and waited until it was time for me to originally wake up (which was early).

Whew. Worst thing is, according to the laws of New York these guys aren't doing anything wrong. 

I guess this city is designed for the employed. 

Gift!

The other day Carlos and I were shopping at C-Town and we both saw an incredible product:

If you can't tell, it's a set of sink strainers. Four of them, actually. Each a different size so you don't have to deal with shit clogging any of your drains. 

Best part about this is that nowhere on the package does it say what the product is. Instead it just says "GIFT!" implying that it would make a wonderful present for a loved one. 

That's funny though, because this would be a terrible fucking gift.

Beautiful country, beautiful holiday.