Today I went to Morgan and York with a friend for coffee and cookies. They have Easter-themed items out now.
The odd placement of the icing prompted said friend to remark that the bunny looked like it was wearing a gimp mask. Things, as would be expected, went downhill from there.
Every good gimp mask needs a mouth-zipper.
It says a lot about how awesome the folks at M&Y are that at this point the gentleman making our coffees suggested that we should put the gimp bunny back in the display case. His sentiments were appreciated, but the gimp bunny was taken away and consumed.
Hey, kids. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. I’ve been wrapping up some freelance projects.
Yesterday, after a particularly boisterous staff meeting, I made a t-shirt design depicting our new unofficial mascot: a small whale sculpture by the staff elevator. A quick photo, some lasso, some filters, some Cooper Black, and voila.
My boss has already made an iron-on version, and our director is looking into costs for silk-screening.
As one friend pointed out, this is what happens when I use my powers for evil.
On an unrelated note, I just caught this Flash ad on Salon.com, in a Glenn Greenwald thread about Obama’s new video directed at the government of Iran:
I like that a) not only does the meal cost about 3 times what one would pay for, say, an excellent, rare-meat-and-weapons-grade-drinks-filled “evening for two” at Knight’s, but b) the lady seems distinctly uninterested in her dining companion, who appears to be prattling at her over his small glass of wine while she peers lovingly into her giant glass of wine. Ah, romance.
On Saturday night I saw the Handsome Furs at the Blind Pig with someregular partners in crime and additional brave compatriots. After a delicious homemade dinner of fish stew and wine, we trundled downtown and got a pitcher* in the 8 Ball, then headed upstairs in time to see the second opening band, Child Bite (think: tenor-sax-wielding bastard child of Man Man, Les Savy Fav, and the hardcore band of your choice).
Handsome Furs are a husband-and-wife duo from Montreal. He plays guitar and sings, and she pushes buttons and wears amazingly absurd outfits. They were incredibly energetic and excellent performers.
Their most recent video, for a song on their new album, Face Control, has zombies and making out:
*The conversation when the $4.75 pitcher of beer was brought to the table went something like this: Jane: What did you get? Jessica: Very cheap beer. Jane: But what kind? Me: OLD STYLE. Jane: … Matt: It doesn’t need a name. It has an adjective.
Update: I am reminded by Une Petite Friponnerie’s post-show post of one of the other conversational highlights of the evening. The Handsome Furs rolled into Ann Arbor on St. Patrick’s Day Observed, and at the beginning of the main set, vocalist/guitarist Dan Boeckner described what they’d seen as “Mad Max meets American Pie.” Having passed some underdressed, green-bedecked undergrads on my way to dinner, I can imagine that the carnage was alarming.
It occurs to me that I haven’t blogged about What I Did A Couple Weeks Ago.
Many were overtly or vaguely aware of a brief and harrowing road trip I took with a friend to south central Pennsylvania at the end of February. I’ve explained its purpose on my return to several people, but I think it’s summed up best with the following description, culled from a retrospective IM conversation.
me: Well, a complex one. No? “I did a 22-hour round-trip roadtrip with my ex/best friend to pick up hundreds of dollars of military surplus storage and modular furniture from a tiny army surplus/Y2K-preparedness/gun-nut store in Bumfuck, PA, which I knew the location of because I grew up a different but similar Bumfuck, PA. And in return for signing up for another trip this summer, I got thiscase. Which has embroidery floss in it now.”
“During the trip we deconstructed a case of beer and stored it in one of the cases because the car was so full of army surplus furniture that there was only room for one case of beer.”
“The beer was acquired because it is not available in MI and has sentimental value. It was split in half to share with another friend who owns a $1 van which is regularly borrowed to move large quantities of free high quality furniture around, often in snowstorms.”
This weekend I helped a friend work on clearing out a house that belonged to a recently deceased relative. My sorting powers came to good use. As a reward, I received three cardboard boxes full of vintage sewing notions, mostly from the late 1950s through early 1970s.
Thanks to a friend with even better OCD than me, I’ve started absorbing some of the items into my own collection. But, I’m also very happy to be spreading items around with crafty friends, and some of the ways that the items have been stored make me very loath to deconstruct the ones I keep. Many items are in contact-paper-covered cigar boxes and tiny bags, or the original packaging.
There’s something delightful in seeing into how someone collected, stored, used (or didn’t use) items in their daily lives.
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