MARS + SANTA CLAUS + VAGINAS: Finally, after many moon cycles, the Flaming Lips’ interstellar epic, Christmas on Mars, is available for humankind. Way recommended. Thought up in Wayne’s head, then built and filmed in his backyard. We’re pretty down with that.

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ALL KINDS OF WILD SHIT HERE: Matt W. Moore, and his “vectorfunk” style. I can’t really handle the word, “Funk,” but, have a lazy eye looking up and down and around at Matt’s work. Some cool stuff in htere. Especially the calendar poster set. Nicely done, man.

And be sure to read his “capabilities” section. I always have appreciation for a guy who puts it all out there.

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THE GRAND FUCKLOAD OF ROAD MAPS: And here’s what the site says, “I’ve had a lifelong interest in maps, particularly the road maps that were once issued by oil companies.” There you have it. Get it there, unfold a couple and do it to it. I think I’ve linked this one before, but then again, I don’t really keep track. It’s worth another visit. Without a doubt. 1,100 of the things! Eat yer heart out, Lewman! (Sent in by Streger, from the “Blue” state of Colorado.)

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FROM THE TWIN CITIES: Hockey Night! Pavement for kids who don’t remember Pavement. A good primer for why the 90s kicks the tar out of so much. Wow, the lead guy’s voice is wayyyy Stephen Malkmus. Kinda scary, really. Man, how I love me some Stephen Malkmus. See him around town and every now and again, being a dad and stuff.

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LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS ONE, YOU DEATH EATERS: We Are Wizards.

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A COMMON GRIPE WE HEAR: “You don’t show enough of yer work!.” And hell, the truth hurts. Here’s a little something I’m way proud of: The November 2008 cover of Snowboard Magazine.

Gatefold cover. With some guts, as, it doesn’t show the “money shot” on the cover. It shows the moments just before it, and when you fold the thing open, you get the payload. I’m proud the boys have the guts to run stuff like this. Bravo, team.

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BURRRRRRRRRRP: Here’s a link I completely ripped off from Coudal Partners out there in Chicago: “The Evolution of Pabst Blue Ribbon’s Beer Advertising.” Portland is a “PBR” town, and I’ll be damned if that shit doesn’t just take like complete Panther Piss. Sure, I’ll swill one down every now and again, and keep a little arsenal at the house for when Floyd comes by, but man, I’m more of a Grainbelt man.

And if Im drinking whiskey, I just get an ass pocket of Jim Beam, slam it, and get good and wobbly. That’s a once-a-year kind of thing, usually in Vegas during the tradeshow season. A cheap night out. Four bucks or something. Done. Hammered. Instantly.