Whattup with Apple?

Must say, the shocker today was Apple’s blunt withdrawal from the whole Macworld trade show, Jobsnote and all.

This seems fishy. Of course, I found this out reading Twitter mid-day. Strange time for news, BTW.

Ryan Block and Dylan Tweney and Lisa Hempel all commented rather quickly. Then Dan Terdiman was out fishing for commentary from the likes of Timmmi Pratt.

I would guess Steve’s health has lots to do with it. Since when did Apple think it was overexposed? Please.

Have a feeling they will launch their own, Apple managed event. And make an iPhone event to own the mobile conversation in addition.

What do you all think?

Will miss the days of palpable excitement amongst the throngs of the faithful. When the geek run proud! Just glad we had the ability to prank the whole thing with klowns like we did the year the iPod was launched, and Santas other years. Salon covered our klowny antics to a tee, too. Flambeau the Klown was clasically quoted saying, “Clowns are to Macs as Santas are to Microsoft.”  Fucking brilliant in a bent and twisted kind of way.

We came up with a bunch of faux slogans and put them on buttons to hand out. One was “I hub u”, since this was the year Jobs came up with the marketing term “digital hub”, which is exactly what the iTunes has come to be.

Whooo-wee! Now those were righteous crimes!

Klowns do Supper Club, San Francisco

Klowns invade Vegas

So far this blog has been light on any crimes. Due to popular demand, it’s time to report a bit on the debauchery that occurred recently with my little performance group of klowns. If you don’t already know about them, then I ain’t gonna bother with the background here. Oh, guess these pix are too big to embed, thus the link. Still figuring the blog shit out, yo.

Klowns on Fremont Street

We had not klowned together for a while. This was Flambeau’s brainchild of a good idea. The Adult Entertainment Expo seemed like the perfect venue for a zone trip. Most of us have been Santas before anyway. We knew what it took to board a plane and invade a town in costume and with lots of attitude.

The first night we hired a Limo to take us around to a few private parties and bars in old Vegas on Fremont street. Our blonde lady driver just loved us! Many thanks to Gooey for hooking that up for the Klowns.

Klown Kar or Limo?

What a grim place that was, I must say. A Disney-fied version of Vegas. Actually it felt sorta like a clean smelling Bourbon Street without an edge. Total plastique. Many, many drunken tourons and packs of rotten youths stumbled over to request a picture. Or, they just took them. What was most surprising is how many of these folks were actually packing small videocams. Just filming their good times away. These people infuriate me the most. They surely don’t ask to take a picture and gawk as they film. Gross.

Klowns at Adult Expo

That picture above gives you a taste of what was on the trade show floor. Mostly folks from the skin trade. Ladies in catholic school mini skirts and really small, white panties showing it all off. Any putz could come up and get his picture taken with the lovely lady. So, of course us klowns had to jump in on the man hunks over at the gay porn booth.

Couture the Klown on DIY catwalk

The klowns did create a stir! We saw some folks we knew from Kink.com, Titan Media, Clown Porn and of course, The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. I don’t think we ever need to go back to Vegas, either. One thing we all agree on, though, is that the trade show is a great format for kulture jamming!