According to his entry on Wikipedia, Arthur Kade is “a former financial adviser from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…, [who] in early 2009 sold his financial planning franchise and embarked on what he calls ‘The Journey,’ the pursuit of his lifelong dream of becoming an actor and model.”

I have been perusing his blog since its creation and find it to be one of the most absurdly hilarious blogs in existence. He is a man who seems to consider himself one of the greatest actors that ever lived, a person of extreme beauty and influence, as well as a man on the verge of being the next Pitt or Clooney. Which makes many around the internet wonder if this guy truly lacks any sort of self-awareness (which makes the blog hilarious) or if he this is a Kaufman-esque prank which he embodies 365, 24/7 (which makes the blog both hilarious and genius).

I cannot even begin to describe the ridiculousness of Arthur Kade’s blog, but once you start reading, you will have trouble stopping. For instance, on his “Kade Scale,” which you can access from the links at the top of his blog, he has a very-detailed breakdown of his 1-10 scale for how women look. If he refers to a woman as an eight, the description is that they are a “cute girl, but not date worthy.” Examples of an 8? Jessica Alba, Kate Beckinsale, and Heidi Klum.

In his most recent blog, he describes how out-of-control his life is becoming now now his “Journey” is becoming so popular and he is being recognized at all of the hottest clubs and baseball games in Philly, being treated by people as an elite VIP, and getting roles on popular TV shows (like, uh, a role as an extra on Gossip Girl).

It really is amazing how powerful “Kade Nation” now travels, and I feel like sometime soon my phenomenon will rival that of other “A Listers” like The Beatles, Bead Pitt [sic], and even Frank Sinatra, and my fan base will be as dedicated to me as to sports teams like The Red Sox and Yankees. … [A]ll I could imagine is being at The Staples Center sitting next to Leo, Tobey, and maybe even Jack, and having a hand-picked 10 rubbing my leg, and then Brit [Spears] would come over during the concert to give me a shout out, and then they would flash my face on the screen to get an applause. … Sometimes I feel like my ideas and visions are so visionary that if I applied it to politics, I could make an excellent President, and correct many of the problems that our country has, but I don’t feel the rush of passion like I do acting… so I will stick to becoming and acting legend and biggest star in the world.

And that is nothing compared to some of the nonsense Mr. Kade spews. Hilarious nonsense though nonetheless. While I truly, deep down believe that this is all an elaborate, carefully planned hoax (although the man honestly did sell his financial planning franchise to pursue this stuff), after following the blog since its creation, sometimes I am close to being convinced that this guy really is legit and he really is as delusional as he blog makes him out to be.

Lastly, I’ll leave you with a snippet of his August 27th post and hopefully it will be enough to convince you to check out this nutjob’s blog.

Being an amazing man comprised of integrity, pride, and honor (I think I could have made an amazing Marine because of my supreme leadership skills, good looks, and the bond that I create where people who meet me become followers), I have to be able to admit when an idea that either me or The Entourage comes up with ends up being a bad one. My friends and I had discussed all week about going up to NYC to go the Britney Spears Concert because we thought “There would be a ton of hot, young ass there”, and we could meet some “Un-Jaded” 21-24 year olds who looked at us like gods (The demographic that I am finding my celebrity really appeals to is young girls (18-23) because they see me as “The Handsome Man”, and probably see a very fatherly quality in me that makes them feel safe), and we could take them out and show them exclusive entrance and treatment at the hottest clubs in The City, and then back to the room for some Good Old Fashion “Kadeing” (My new term for seducing and sleeping with a Smokin’ Hot girl).

Check out his blog right here and leave your thoughts below.

No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you’re not superior to sex. It’s a very risky game. A man wouldn’t have two-thirds of the problems he has if he didn’t venture off to get fucked. It’s sex that disorders our normally ordered lives. I know this as well as anyone.

-from The Dying Animal by Philip Roth

Kinda how I feel today too…

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Disintegration.

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Although I would like to take credit, this is courtesy of Brandon Griggs over at CNN:

Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:

The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore. “I’m waking up.” “I had Wheaties for breakfast.” “I’m bored at work.” “I’m stuck in traffic.” You’re kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn’t mean we all want to know when you’re waiting for the bus.

The Self-Promoter. OK, so we’ve probably all posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about beet farming. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.

The Friend-Padder. The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies — you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway — might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 “friends?” Unless you’re George Clooney or just won the lottery, no one has that many. That’s just showing off.

The Town Crier. “Michael Jackson is dead!!!” You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These Matt Drudge wannabes are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, half-truths and innuendo. No, Jeff Goldblum did not plunge to his death from a New Zealand cliff.

The TMIer. “Brad is heading to Walgreens to buy something for these pesky hemorrhoids.” Boundaries of privacy and decorum don’t seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who unabashedly offer up details about their sex lives, marital troubles and bodily functions. Thanks for sharing.

The Bad Grammarian. “So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe”. Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. But you sound like a moron.

The Sympathy-Baiter. “Barbara is feeling sad today.” “Man, am I glad that’s over.” “Jim could really use some good news about now.” Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks — baited with vague tales of woe — in the hopes of landing concerned responses. Genuine bad news is one thing, but these manipulative posts are just pleas for attention.

The Lurker. The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you’ll be talking to them and they’ll mention something you posted, so you know they’re on your page, hiding in the shadows. It’s just a little creepy.

The Crank. These curmudgeons, like the trolls who spew hate in blog comments, never met something they couldn’t complain about. “Carl isn’t really that impressed with idiots who don’t realize how idiotic they are.” [Actual status update.] Keep spreading the love.

The Paparazzo. Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone’s posted a photo of you from last weekend’s party — a photo you didn’t authorize and haven’t even seen? You’d really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Jagermeister.

The Obscurist. “If not now then when?” “You’ll see…” “Grist for the mill.” “John is, small world.” “Dave thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not.” [Actual status updates, all.] Sorry, but you’re not being mysterious — just nonsensical.

The Chronic Inviter. “Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which ‘Star Trek’ character are you? Here are the ‘Top 5 cars I have personally owned.’ Here are ’25 Things About Me.’ Here’s a drink. What drink are you? We’re related! I took the ‘What President Are You?’ quiz and found out I’m Millard Fillmore! What president are you?”

You probably mean well, but stop. Just stop. I don’t care what president I am — can’t we simply be friends? Now excuse me while I go post the link to this story on my Facebook page.

Bubbles at sunrise.

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I always forget that Amazon chooses 50 mp3 albums to offer for $5 every month, unless they send me an email about it. They just did, and there are, as usual, some good choices in several genres. I need to set up a reminder or something so I’ll remember to check in every month to see what’s on offer. (I need to do the same thing with Blu-ray discs, but that’s neither here nor there.) Anything else I should be checking out?

Some notables this month:

	Phoenix Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix Amazon MP3	I haven’t heard much Phoenix myself, but a lot of people whose musical taste I trust have been raving about them. Plus Metric is touring with them, so they must be decent, right?
	Elizabeth and the Catapult Taller Children Amazon MP3	I wrote about this band a few weeks ago, after becoming a near-instant fan on hearing a few of their songs.
	The Cardigans First Band on the Moon Amazon MP3	Awww, this was my first Cardigans album. As I recall, it was on the cheapie rack then, too. Really doesn’t deserve it, though, it’s a good album. I mean, COME ON, they cover Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man” on it.
	Dirty Projectors Rise Above Amazon MP3	I haven’t gotten into Dirty Projectors much, but their current album Bitte Orca has been all the rage around the music blogs this year. This is their previous album, from 2007.

More after the jump.

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Balloons.

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No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

-from The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla by Stephen King

Surprise!

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Live in Seattle, The Dum Dum Girls do their version of The Ronettes’ “Be My Baby.” The sound quality isn’t great, but I’ve always liked this song and most of The Ronettes hits. It’s fun to see a little bit different take on this classic. Shout out to GorillavsBear for the heads up.

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Thanks to a post a year or two ago from the guys over at Film Junk with their top ten records of the year, I discovered this little gem of a band out of… somewhere, with their high flying but groovy, ethereal greatness. It’s hard to find really good, solely instrumental bands out there and El Ten Eleven is right at the very top of a small handful that I can claim as absolutely brilliant and gorgeous. If you can believe it, all this great sound is coming from just two guys. Sure it’s a lot of looping and effects, but it’s some of the catchiest and interesting sounding grooves I’ve heard coming from almost any artist currently rocking.

On top of that, they sell their wares properly in this day in age for music marketing: pay what you can. At least for a couple of their tracks. Otherwise their records are for sale for a mere ten bucks and trust me, your ears will thank you for digging the quarters from under your sofa cushions to get your hands on these mad notes.

There’re quite a few tracks and vids you can listen to and watch for free over at their site. And if you like it, drop some cash and grab the full .mp3 from them.

Just for listening purposes, I’ve stuck a couple of tracks below for you to dig on. This is for sampling purposes only. If you like what you hear, head over and support the artist. Oh and they’re soon to be on tour as well, so if you’re in any of these areas, drop by the club and then come back here and let me know what you thought. I’m dying to see them live and am going to try and make the Madison show.

My Only Swerving:

Every Direction is North:

Estrella:

Mondays can be tough on the kids too. Recognize.

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Probably should’ve saved this for the image of the day series, but I couldn’t resist. Happy Friday “corporate bullshit.”

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Because I’m a complete ‘tard, I have never sat down with my still unopened DVD copy of The Making of Dark Side of the Moon”.

But while procrastinating from actual work today I came across a video clip from the movie that has me all set to go home, curl up with some wine and weed* on the couch and finally getting around to popping this on the boob tube asap.

This bit from the film about making “Money” is fascinating. This song was always probably my least favorite song on the record. Not anymore. Looks fabulous.

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* After I get home from the new Quentin Tarantino film of course.