A Very Saban Christmas

As many people know, I am a huge 'Bama fan. I also have a history of making 'Bama related Christmas ornaments. I will have to post pictures later of my Alabama angel that I made several Christmases passed. Last year, my wife and I decided to make homemade Saban ornaments to use as name tags for the gifts that we gave her family. There was no question who gave those gifts!

The Tradition Continues

For twenty five years I have received Claussen Dill Pickles for Christmas and Easter. This year was no different. That's right...and I have nearly twenty five years of pictures of me holding these beloved jars. I'm also very willing to be a pickle spokesmen...just saying. I was very excited to show off my pickles in this picture with some new homemade finger sweatbands. My wife gave those to me. I have always wanted some...so I would look like a pro baller...like Reggie Miller.

Parts and Labor is UP!

We Have Signal: Live From Birmingham - Parts & Labor from We Have Signal on Vimeo.

I've Had it With the BCS!

Okay...I know...so has everyone else. I've held my tongue for long enough. Something has to change with the BCS. I would prefer a playoff system, but change needs to occur even if a playoff doesn't. There needs to be a reason behind some of the decisions being made...besides tradition. Why should the number three team play the number ten team? This is the source of my most recent outrage with this idiotic system. That's right...now I'm talking virtual football for a second...even though I do not agree with Texas playing Ohio State...when they should be playing Bama (come on they're #4). In my last season of NCAA 08 my Louisiana Tech Bulldogs were totally screwed over! I'm not talking about the real life La Tech, the one that plays in the WAC conference and rarely if ever goes undefeated...my La Tech took Baylor's place in the Big 12 conference and last season their strength of schedule was an A+. Oh...and they were undefeated. They beat two teams that were ranked #1 and three that were ranked #2 (and various ranked teams peppered here and there for flavor). Okay, Okay...so that's one thing they should fix. They also should force all teams to belong to a conference and each conference should have similar rules (that means they should either all have conference championships are not have them at all). Okay...I'll stop. I've calmed down a little bit. Thanks for listening.

Glory At Sea

This would be my favorite new film this year. It played at sidewalk this summer and now they've posted the entire thing to youtube. It's 25 minutes long, so, instead of watching some stupid sitcom on hulu, why not check out something worthwhile!

You can watch a higher resolution version at youtube or here

go here. cause i told you to.

Coffee Time Bitch!

This year I have been engulfed in Bama-madness. So much that...this past week was horrible. It was like crashing after eating 800 pixies sticks. I was screaming and ranting like a conspiracy theorist during the game...and ever since. 12/6/2008 will probably haunt me the rest of my life. Thanks a lot Tebow and Gary Danielson with the Tebow love fest that you led!!!!! Anyway...That's not really what I wanted to talk about. Some of you out there might remember my excitement over Alabama's Freshman wide receiver, Julio Jones. During the end of this season I have gotten behind another one of Alabama's talented players, Glen Coffee. I have even taken an old phrase that Falcon and I frequently used during our coffee chugging contests. It was all-you-can drink coffee...but no good can come from chugging multiple cups of coffee. Trust me. Anyway...we use to scream "Coffee Time Bitch!" to start these competitions. I have recently revived this phrase and have been yelling it to support Mr. Coffee. I have been trying to design a t-shirt with this phrase. I have included my first attempt...but I am not sure it is anywhere near complete. I challenge all of you to take up this banner and use it to bring future victory for the tide. After all, Mr. Coffee will mostly likely return next year. He is a junior. Okay...I'm not sure why the full design didn't upload...bitch was also supposed to be a different color. How strange.

Something I made and Like A Lot

My friend Brian and I shot this. I like it. Other folks do too. Our existence has been validated.

Deerhunter - White Ink from Justin Gaar on Vimeo.

Remember Koko the Gorilla? She's been up to No Good.

Remember Koko? The gorilla that learned signed language, had a pet cat, and loved Mr. Rogers? Well I do. I was reading an article this morning about Manx cats and remembered Koko's cat All Ball. Turns out All Ball escaped from Koko's cage and was hit by a car. But Koko got more cats. My curiousity about what happened to Koko led me to her wiki page where I learned about All Ball's fate. At the bottom of the wiki page I found this:

Sexual harassment

Koko has been involved in a number of sexual harassment lawsuits.[10] At least three former female employees have claimed that they were pressured into showing their breasts to Koko. They alleged that Patterson encouraged the behavior, often interpreted Koko's signs as requests for nipple display, and let them know that their job would be in danger if they "did not indulge Koko's nipple fetish." Koko has been known to playfully grab both male and female nipples without warning or provocation. Patterson claims that Koko uses the word "nipple" to refer to humans.[11]

All claims of harassment have been permanently dropped as of November 21, 2005 after the foundation and the parties involved reached a settlement.[12]

Jody Weiner, Koko's lawyer, writes about Koko and sexual harassment in the book Kinship With Animals.[13]

Koko the Mr Rogers loving, cat petting, sign language speaking gorilla is apparently also Koko the titty twisting, sexual harassing ape. I confirmed this report with the ever credible CourtTV website. Koko thinks you're all a bunch of nipples.

Blind Artist Ricky Trione

This is a video from eCountry Lifestyles that focuses on Blind Artist Ricky Trione. In the video he briefly describes his background with blindness and art. Then he demonstrates his unique style of painting.

Earth on We Have Signal!

We Have Signal: Live From Birmingham - Earth from We Have Signal on Vimeo.

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Health on We Have Signal!

We Have Signal: Live From Birmingham - Health from We Have Signal on Vimeo.

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The Warlocks on We Have Signal!

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The Weakerthans on We Have Signal!

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Alabama Craft: Tradition and Innovation Doc

This is the trailer for a doc I've been working on since last summer. It is the first project in my professional career that is comprised entirely of my photography - outside of one or two pickups.

Saban: My Inspiration

Most of you probably have guessed by now that I appreciate Alabama Football. In fact, it freaking rules! This past year for my birthday I was given one of the most awesome presents ever!(It ranked right up there with the Easy Bake Oven. Brownies anytime I wanted!) I have been thinking that it would be awesome if I sent Saban a similar picture for his birthday. I'm not sure when his birthday is and for some reason I think it has already passed. Last weekend several of my friends came over to watch the Bama game. I decided to take some Saban inspired pictures. I wanted to take an action picture too. It took a while to get the framing just right. After that was taken car of, I decided that we needed to bring a fan into the room. I needed the wind blown hair look. Here are some pictures that we took.




Taking pictures with fans is really fun. Even though I'm sure Saban would never do such a thing. But, alas everyone cannot have perfect hair. I urge others to show their appreciation for inspirational figures in their lives. I know Falcon will be quick to honor his heroes--John Mellencamp, Kobe Bryant, and Bonnie Blair.

Sandy Paws Grooming Shop

Sandy Paws Grooming Shop does this to poodles:

And this:

There are so many more right here.

My friend Todd from Eating Vicariously Through Todd found this one and he thinks this woman is an excellent 30 minute doc. I believe he is correct.

*update*
after further inspection of the site, i've found that this woman participates in renaissance faires. of course she does. i didn't just misspell fair, that's how the ren faire likes it.

Joe The Plumber is Writing a Book on American Values!!!

Joe the Plumber has a website!!! It's called Secureourfreedom.com!!! Go check it out!!! You can converse with Joe through the website's Joe The Forum! You can read more about his awesome, supremely informed opinions through the website's Joe The Blogger! There is also a Joe In The Media section of the site, just in case you haven't had enough Joe!!! You can pre-order his new book on American values there! Fuck YEAH! I'm so glad he didn't let being called out as an unlicensed plumber, owing back-taxes, and the fact that Obama's tax cuts would benefit him, stop him from speaking out against anti-American liberal policies and progressive ideas! I just signed up for my FREE "We Are Joe" membership and come pay-day,(cause we all know it's tough out there for the working class folk like Justin the Videographer/Editor) I'm probably going to upgrade to the "Freedom Membership!"

I'm really proud to support people like Joe the Plumber and Sarah Palin, who were swept up by a campaign that was desperately latching on to any uninformed, conservative, base-rallying fanatic,so much so, that soon after their hopes had collapsed, they capitalized on every last ounce of power, fame, and fortune left in an attempt to escape the everyday lives they stumped and praised before their inevitable return to everyday America. The one their party ruined.

The Beach House Episode of We Have Signal Is Now ONLINE

We Have Signal: Live From Birmingham - Beach House from We Have Signal on Vimeo.
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Election Coverage from the Future

Waiting for election results can be BORING. The televised presentation of those results as brought to you by for-profit competitive news organizations can also be BORING. That's why this year they really jazzed it up! This wasn't your old time election night results broadcast, NO! It wasn't enough to have just a touch screen displaying the red and blue speckled map of the U.S. This year it was an entire virtual reality with holograms and garish columned, imaginary spaces much like what I drew in my 5th grade sketch book entitled "The Future Times." CNN very literally pulled their gaudy future-cast from the hologram scenes in Star Wars. Correspondents would beam in much like Princess Laya to discuss the electoral college. It was crazy! Where ever they were in the world they could just beam right into the studio and it was like they were there! Except, in order to achieve this effect they'd have to have a massive green screen set up and cameras mounted on robot jibs. So, in all likelihood, they were there. They were probably 20 feet or so from AC 360 pretending to be somewhere out in the world. And it isn't like AC 360's pale skin, perfectly chiseled face, bizarrely white hair, and metallic blue eyes don't make him look like some sort of albinoed form of a-sexual future snake-human. Here he is among the Undabelli Tribe in PLANET IN PERIL:

You cut him and he bleeds blue oil.

But it wasn't just CNN. MSNBC had an entire virtual room. It was vast and columned. A correspondent would stand at a fake 3-D podium and refer to a giant interactive glass wall behind him that displayed the known projected results of each state. Except the glass wall didn't exist, except in what seemed to be a dimension co-designed by the art directors of Gladiator and Tron. I couldn't find a picture of it, but it was breathtaking. The floor had what appeared to be excerpts from the constitution inscribed in it's virtual marble, and those spun around the correspondent as he referred to the imaginary images on the virtual wall.

I think the problem here is that broadcast news thought that they were up against some tough odds with this election being so historic. How do you compete with the possibility of a first ever black president, or a first ever children-eating, witch VP? You whip out a virtual reality, I guess. When I look back at historic moments in broadcast journalism, I think about the Murrows,the Cronkites, and even the Rathers. When we look back at this election coverage, it will be seen as a farce - hosted by a really short,albino android.

Halloweenies

A group of friends and I took the PARTY train from the Ham down to Nawlins for Halloween this year. If you've never been to Halloween in Nawlins, then you should go. If you've never ridden the train down to Halloween in Nawlins, then you should do it when there is a wide spread panic concert in that city.

We ended up on the train in a car full of PANIC! (I've put this in all caps because it should be yelled, or hooted with a slight southern twang when read) fans headed to Bourbon Street BLACKOUT or something. It was on their shirts. Anyway, every question was, "You guys headed to the panic show?" or , "Aw, fuck. Why not?" because apparently panic "RULEZ." I've had my fair share of jam band listens and I have many friends involved in jam band associations and everyone in that musical genre knows that when it comes to the jam band scene the PANIC fan is the lowest common denominator. That being said, they are always nice. But they are somewhere between a less elitist southern frat boy and a neo-hippie that buys Patagonia environmental charity gear and drives a Ford F-150 with a "Keep on Truckin" sticker next to a "W" one on the bumper. They are very conflicted people really, but they would never know it. This particular group of PANIC! fans were no exception. They were shitfaced within the hour. See, I had figured we'd be the rowdy crowd on the train. I assumed we'd be the ones passing out just as we pulled into the station. The PANIC! fans seemed to act as a deterrent for us to maybe wait a few hours before cracking out the whiskey. Within an hour and a half they had stolen all the toilet paper from the train's bathrooms and were using it to bowl at empty beer bottles down the aisle of our car.
We acted as look out, being in the front of the car, and would yell "5-0" when an assistant conductor or Amtrak employee was coming. It was pretty impressive how quickly they could clean a mess.


At our first stop we were told it would be the only stop on the trip where we could get off the train, and the stop would only be for 6 minutes. As soon as the train came to a halt every single PANIC fan on that car was rushing for the exit with four cigarettes in each hand. When they came back, the train started up again, the bowling commenced, and the running began.

This one woman dressed in a Cinderella looking dress who when questioned about her costume said, "I am NOT Cinderella" kept running up and down the aisle of our car into other cars. She had to be 30 or more. So, a member of our crew, Brianna, decided to suite up in her elephant costume and commence to running as well. This was very well received amongst the Alabamian PANIC! fans. They let out the just before kickoff "rooooooo
oooooooo
ooooooooo
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ooo-lllllll Tide ROLL!"

At some point, the 250+ guy who had been sitting behind Rachel and Candice disappeared. He reappeared about 5 hours into the trip. I was standing in the aisle by the front door to the car when the door opened. He rolled his eyes toward me and then back the other way, obviously incredibly intoxicated. He was gripping the handle of the door and judging the shift of the train to see which seat handle he should lunge toward for support on his way back to his sleeping wife. The man never made it to his wife. He got three rows back and gave in. Walking was hard, so he quit. Sitting was hard too, so he laid down on the floor of the row with his head poking out into the aisle and quickly dozed off. It was amazing. Alarmed by this, the woman behind him alerted his wife - the only other sober person in the car. His wife awoke from her nap, got up and went over to the man. She shook him and said, "What are you doing?" and he awoke with a smile. He responded, "Jus nappin" and she replied, "Fine." She then returned to her seat and rested her head a bit longer. I'm going out on a limb here, but this might be an everyday for them.

We arrived in Nawlins at 7pm or so, grabbed our stuff and headed into the Amtrak station to regroup. There were really bizarre murals all over the walls. We got a cab and headed down the road to the house we rented in the Quarter.

The house was on Dauphine, only a block over from Bourbon, and a very central position to bring the party. For the most part, we were all tipsy-to-already drunk, so we took to the streets. I don't remember the name of the place, but we ate there, and it was good. Then we headed over to Pat O'Briens. I had been there a bunch as a spry youngster and wasn't really interested in staying. Lisa was cold, so we decided to head back to the house to grab a jacket and refill our whiskey flasks. The others stayed to partake in the Hurricanes that Pat likes to dish out. When we returned to the house we found a man sitting out front by a garbage can surrounded by clothes and wigs. He was drunk and crying. The man asked for a cigarette, which I didn't have, so we went about our objective and went in the house. When we returned he asked us for a cigarette again, so we went over to find out his story. The clothes surrounding him were sequined and sparkly. The wigs were fine quality and intended for a black female. Nathaniel, as we came to comprehend his name to be, told us that his no good old lady was a stripper and she had done some unmentioned thing that required him to throw all her belongings out on the curb and wallow in them while crying himself to sobriety. He tried to sell all of them to us for $5. We didn't have the money, unfortunately, because lord knows we wanted all those stripper wigs! Seriously, Lisa was searching for coins in her purse. It wasn't really like that but, she's not one to pass up an hilarious possession - nor am I. But at the same time, this wasn't just a collection of wigs. They were stripper wigs - an unknown stripper at that, who does unknown things. An unknown stripper with unknown hygene, who's wigs were collecting who knows what on Dauphine street in the Quarter. We graciously said no for the next 15 minutes as he kept drunkenly revealing more about himself and trying to sell us stripper wigs for $5. Then his eyes lit up. "What about this..." he said as he opened an entire garbage can full of more wigs, dresses, shoes, and a metal case. He grabbed the metal case and opened it to reveal the contents. It was a shitload of make-up. Again, we said no. He then asked my name, which I responded was Jesse. Then he said, "Jesse, what's your lady's name?" I looked over at Lisa, who is not my lady, and said, "She's um..."and paused. "Angela," Lisa chimes in. "Yeah, Angie," I say. He just smiles and sort of smashes us together, which prompts Lisa and I both to put one arm around each other. He then proceeds to stare into my eyes with this drunken seriousness that I'll probably never fully recover from, and says " You see that.... you see. Don't fuck that up. Cause she good, but you no good. Don't fuck that up." I responded that I never would. Then he said something about the economy, and I said something about Obama, and he said, "Fuck that nigga!" and we took off.

We met up with the crew and headed out into the Quarter. I don't know too much more of what happened from there. I remember we went into one of the gayest gay bars I've ever been in and then suddenly Bryant was up on the stage dancing for a dance floor full of people with no shirt on. Then Chase was shirtless doing the same and much older men were reaching up to them to stuff dollars into the crotch of their jeans. Then at some point we ended up in a bar where they were playing "Sweet Home" and Chase used his money from stripping to pay a guitarist to force Megan to get up on the stage and dance with a bunch of girls with very little on. I keep seeing pictures from that night and wondering at what point the event pictured happened. Oh, and when we returned to the house, Nathaniel was gone, but all the wigs were there. Lisa quickly scooped them all up and rushed them into the house. She put them on the mantel for safe keeping. The next morning was rough. I was so hung over and had a case of vertigo about as bad as the last time I had a concussion.

Half of us decided to go in costume as we walked around the city during the early parts of the next day. Bryant and Bri had amazing Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy costumes that Bri had made for them. People stopped them throughout the city to yell, "Miss Piggy and Kermit!" or to get a photo. It's odd how at Halloween people enjoy yelling at you what you are. I was Oates to Chase's Hall, and people were yelling, "Oates" and I would say, "yep" and they would yell, "Oates" again. Sometimes they would yell "Tubbs" because they thought we were Miami Vice and I was the black guy. I would respond, "nope." Then they would yell, "Tubbs!!!" again. Not a lot of interesting things happened during the day. Chase, Rachael, Candice, Ali, and I all played roulette at Harrah's. Chase walked away up $100 and Ali and I working as a team did the same. Later, we returned to the house and dressed up. The sun started to set and the crazies began to creep out. One couple, bracing themselves against the walls, walked our way on the opposite side of the street, eventually stopping directly across the street from us to cry, fight, and drunkenly make-out. Hall and Oates sang "Private Eyes" to them as they made up. We took some group photos and headed off to Decatur to find the parade. We missed the first parade, but caught the second one. It involved 6 or 7 half floats and lasted a good 8 minutes. It felt like the remnants of the first parade decided they weren't done parading and needed to get that on out before they could move on. Then it was off into the Quarter. It was chaos. I can't begin to describe it all so I'll just put up a bunch of pictures. But I will say, we decided that Sarah Palin and the Heath Ledger Joker would be the most popular costumes this year. That's why we counted every one we saw. There were 19 jokers in all and only 9 Sarah Palin's. However, we found there were 13 either Waldos or Wendas from Where's Waldo, which is coincidental seeing as how Megan was also a Wenda this year. As a group, Chase and I were Hall and Oates, Ali was Willy Wonka, Bryant and Bri were Kermit and Miss Piggy, Lisa was Grace Slick/Sybil Shepard, Megan was Wenda - Waldo's girlfriend, Rachel was Ace Freely, and Candice was Lizzy Borden. I don't know that there is a picture of Ace or Lizzy.







All the glazed-over, partial memories aside, there was this one moment I remember. A guy we passed had an enormous Miller Lite bottle. I have a passion for over-sized items and I had to have one of those bottles. It was unfortunate that it said Miller Lite, but it was more unfortunate that I drank all 64oz of it after already having a fair share of whiskey. I wasn't the only one. Chase and Ali both got 32oz beers. There is a fine line for Ali where she is drunk and pleasant and drunk and CaRAZY. You wouldn't ever guess since she is seemingly reserved. It's a very fine line and she typically doesn't cross it anymore. This was an exception. Once that line is crossed she loves to start flicking people off and dance. Don't know why that is, but that is what she does. On the cruise we have a damning video of her on the karaoke dance floor by herself flicking off an entire audience while "I'm a Bitch" plays in the background.
In this instance, we posed for a picture where she is flicking me off. I notice this and then realized she had passed the flick-off/tongue-out threshold. Then I explained the scenario, much like I've just done here and she put her hand over her face in shame. Then she went right back to it.

We sat on a stoop for the last hour or so of the night. An old guy gave us a bag of candy. We started throwing candy at people. Then we somehow made it home. On our way home we found our friend Jansen, from Tuscaloosa, in La Fete Bar. He took us to another gay club where more partially exposed penis' were gyrating on the bar. We had a good time on the dance floor. Ali got up on stage and began dancing all crazy. I don't think a single person in the bar noticed her except me. They were all staring at Chase. One thing they do at this bar is have dancers literally up on the bar wearing almost nothing, dancing in an extremely provocative fashion. They stand right over older men's faces and gyrate away. The men then stuff dollars WAY too far down their tiny boy shorts to not get penis all over their hands. It's fascinating. In a heterosexual bar, you'd have less teeth for something like that, due to bouncer intervention.

The next day we were all in enough pain to get blindsided by a shady cabby who took us for a $107 ride to the airport. We just said fuck it, grabbed our bag full of stripper wigs, and got on our plane home. Reflecting on this trip, I thought I'd probably see more risque activity on the behalf of sexy nurses, sexy kittens, sexy maids, and sexy freddy kruegers (we saw one) but really there were just tons of penis' flying around.
More photos can be seen here on Bri's flickr page.

IT's ELECTION DAY!!! GET YOUR VOTE ON!!!!!

Happy Halloween! My wife is a GPS!

Check out this costume I made for my wife. She has a costume party at work today and we think there is also a costume contest. We heard prizes would be given out to the most original and travel related. So we put our heads together. Our first two ideas were a Stewardess and Backpacker. I think those were both pretty good...the GPS idea actually didn't come about until we were looking for supplies in Target. I think it's pretty good.
Too bad I don't have a costume...yet. Hopefully, I'll do better than last year--a bunch of newspapers taped to a blazer. I don't know what I was supposed to be...uncomfortable, hot, and stiff (could barely move my arms).
Happy Halloween!