I'm about to join the dark side and sell a T-shirt. Here's the final mock-up of the shirt (opens in new window).
Theoretically, the shirt should appeal to the smart set because it references the firefly joke, and to the "Git R Dun" crowd because it has the word "ass" on it.
Everybody wins!
I listen to weird records, fold laundry and crack wise. Warning: scroll too far down the blog and you'll wind up in a world of the past when this was a "blog" blog.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Watching the State of the Union Address, I'm struck by the generally creepy nature of the Bush administration. From the synchronized water-drinking of Bush and Cheney, to Condi Rice's Jack-Nicholson-in-The-Shining stare, to Michael Chertoff's, well, Michael Chertoff-ness, the whole cabal just gives me the willies.
And not the Slick Willies like we had in the nineties.
And not the Slick Willies like we had in the nineties.
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