Holy Digital Fuckingfuckfuck!!!

http://nintendo.co.jp/n10/nwt/dssoft/movie/dssoft.html
Where's my "eyes-balloning-out-of-my-skull" emoticon?

R.I.P Russell Jones bka Ol' Dirty Bastard, Big Baby Jesus, Unique Ason, Osirus, Dirt McGirt

"There's no father to his style, that's why he's the Ol' Dirty Bastard..."

Truer words were never spoken. Clichéd as it sounds, the mould was broken after he dropped. I remember a freestyle that he dropped on Much's Rap City back in the day with Big Buddha Monk that still leaves me awestruck. Out of the core Wu members, several names come up as far as who's the illest: the GZA, Meth, Ghostface, and Raekwon, namely. But for me, it was always Ol' Dirty.

When I saw him rock "Brooklyn Zoo" on The Jon Stewart Show back in the day, I was SO amped to get his album Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version. It's still my favorite Wu-related project. I gotta admit that Nigga Please didn't do it for me at first, because the Neptunes' production style was so new back then. I listened to it again not too long ago, and it sounded a little better to me. Actually, a lot better.

I was also amped when he signed to Roc-A-Fella, especially after realizing what a genius Kanye West is (before him, I never would've touched one of their releases, as dope J-Hova is.). Brother was gettin' his life back together, and he was gonna hit us with some heat. It's a shame. I'm just glad we were able to enjoy your one-of-a-kind presence on this earth, no matter how brief a moment it was.

Rest in peace, Dirt.

Art School Sluts

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In A Rut Deep Enough To Hang Posters*

This isn't the first time I've gone throgh a creative dry spell, but this is probably the worst I've had in a while. Right now, I have an "anatony of type poster" due next week, and I pretty much have nothing for it. I know I'm not the only one, but I still feel shitty. Actually, I'm wrong...I do have something, but it sucks. It's half-baked. I might have to scrap the whole thing and start again. My instructor hasn't been any help. In fact, thanks to him, Wednesdays are filled with dread. I know one of my fellow students has decided to skip class. I don't blame him. I can't do it...I've never skipped class. I've walked out of class, but that's different.
Other than this bullshit, I have two looming deadlines that are killing me. If someone were to ask me about getting into 3rd year, I'd tell 'em to save their money.

*Kids in the Hall heads know this line.

Small Victory

As of today, I now have a day's worth of songs on my school iTunes. All hail me.

The Coolest Site Other Than Gigposters.com (sans nudity)

Billy Harvey Music, created by the geniuses at sofake. I think I just soiled myself.

Dumb, dumb girl.

I do believe this is post #301...and it's gonna bring more folks who don't give a fuck about me. Heh. Anyway, it's kinda old news already, but Tara Reid had a nipple slip incedent at a P. Diddy bash recently. It's more evidence for my arguement against breast augmentation. Tara, sue your doctor and get your areolae back. Yecch.
The whole sordid story, not that there's much of one can be found here. I'm getting queasy.

Two years later...

Y'know, up until the past couple of weeks, I thought I didn't have a hobby. But I do, it's this thing. This here weblog. I enjoy writing. It's kinda cathartic. As of tomorrow, The Place Where Al Dwells will have been in existance for two years. Crazy, eh? Yeah, I didn't think I'd be doing this that long either. Whatever. This shit is fun.

Y'know...

...this is one of those times I wish I drank. I'm just sayin'.

Letterpress Love

It does my heart good to see people using letterpress to make posters in this digital universe. Here are some fine Canucks doing the wood and lead type thang: http://listofcontents.ca/