The Missing Wall

This is really kind of weird. Today it seemed like everybody in the building came to work. I had a hard time finding a place to park and ended up parking right next to (you guessed it) the old white pickup down in the dark corner of the garage. I completely forgot about checking out the burned out light on the way up to the elevators, but I sure as heck remembered it as I walked back down the slope toward the dark, dead-end corner at the bottom of the lowest level of the parking garage. By 6pm the lower level is almost always empty and it was just me and that stupid white truck. I whistled loudly and fumbled with my phone trying to think of somebody to call because the bogeyman never gets you when you’re talking to someone, right?
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Pirate Palooza 2006 Tiki Party
Hey, I just learned this weekend that the nuts over at have announced their first “PIRATIKI” for March 11th. From what I can gather from Cap’n Drew’s posts PIRATIKI is an excuse to get together with some of the pirate horde from last year’s wildly successful 1st annual PiratePalooza. I suspect that this will be a very busy year for pirates…

Favicon Swap

Favicon Swap
My favicon has been bugging me lately so I decided to spend some rainy day downtime making a new one. No matter what I did with my zapgun logo it keeps looking like the yellow duck from Adventure, so I’m sticking with the letter “D” for “Drewprops”. Or “Duck” (as in yellow duck from Adventure). I think I’m the only one who cares about this little detail, but if for some inexplicable reason you do care and your browser is still showing the old favicon instead of the new one, you need to find where your browser stores your favicon icons and dump the old version. Don’t ask me how to do it on your OS/Browser setup because I only know how to do it with Safari, and only then because I asked Mr. Google.

Poodle’s Holy Biscuit

Well I’m happy to say that I remembered to mention the burned out light down in the garage to Jose, but only because he happened to be in our office talking to my friend Daniel when I got there this morning. Daniel had been showing Jose a picture of me holding a bikini-clad stand-in from ‘Savannah’ in my arms and they were both full of wise-ass comments in Spanish since they’re both natives of Mexico.
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Secret World

I was actually on time for work this morning so I stopped at Starbucks to get a muffin and a $3 coffee. The two people in front of me ordered Caffe Americanos so I ordered the same thing. Until this morning I wouldn’t have known a Caffe Americano if it (or a pink snow bunny for that matter) had walked up and bitten me on the ass. Armed with my “investment” coffee and moist fingerfulls of cranberry/orange muffin, I drifted into the parking garage well and truly late. I love having an underground parking deck when there’s bad weather outside, cave instinct I suppose.
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Junk Food Graphics Junkie

Prop Popsicle Box
As much as I intended to get out and enjoy myself this past weekend it just didn’t happen. I received a call from local art director Jerry D’Alesio to create about a dozen or so junk food packages for a TLC shoot this week. Shown here is my design for a box of popsicles. I’ve added photos of these packages to The Art of Commercials section of my Flickr graphic design photo collection.
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Final Destination 3

[rate 3]
When it comes to horror movies I generally steer clear unless they’re clever. The first film in the “Final Destination” series was imaginative, frightening and decidedly clever. An enormous pileup on the interstate made the second film a must-see for fans of the first film. So when I saw a television advertisement for a third film I was reaching for the car keys. I’m giving this film 3 out of 5 dangerously-placed Slurpee cups over high voltage boxes.
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I used to say that I came up with some of my finest ideas while driving on the interstate but I’ve recently started to reconsider that claim. I can’t remember the exact reason, but sometime this fall I found myself driving down the interstate fixated on the word precocious. I knew that someone could be precocious and I knew that they could display precociousness but I wondered what word might capture the state of displaying preciousness.
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Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

This past Sunday I watched my cousin Julie walk around the bedroom in her slip while her alcoholic husband Andy hopped around on a crutch between the porch and a pile of whiskey bottles on his dresser. Far too early in the year for our family reunion, it turned out that they were playing the leads in the Tennessee Williams play “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” at the Rose Theatre in Forsyth, south of Atlanta, toward Macon (yes, they’re the same people who introduced me to Chef Tony). As there are no time machines, space ships or half-naked, chainmail-bikini-wearing temptresses in this play it had entirely escaped my attention until now.
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