and “don’t panic 
I’m usually not much of a poster person (except for that one Dirk Fowler/Old 97’s one that got away… damn!) but I’m loving this “Think for yourself” poster by Linda Zacks.
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Add comment August 22nd, 2008
Archive for August, 2008
all of a sudden, I love an “other”…
Ok, I think I *must* get one of these Get It To Go shirts for my middle child because she has this strange fascination with those little buttons on the top of fast food drinks. And, you gotta admit, that’s one awesome Rat Fink-esque “other.”
Add comment August 19th, 2008
Come, sweet slumber…
“Come, sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak.” I’ve had that stuck in my head the past few days and could NOT remember where I knew it from. I knew it was an 80s thing, so I did some sleuthing and, lo and behold, it was Max Headroom. Which was a little frightening on a couple of levels. One, I had just been thinking of Max Headroom last week (mostly thinking what kind of balls one would need to actually pitch that, and did said person get to keep their job in the end?) and two, WTF do I still have this kind of inane crap stuck in my head?!
Add comment August 19th, 2008
Died Young, Stayed Pretty
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I can NOT express how much I want to Died Young, Stayed Pretty, the new movie about indie rock poster designers. Weird? Maybe. But it looks to be spectacularly fascinating.   Â
(and, yes, Jen, your hero Art is in it!)Â
1 comment August 15th, 2008
big boy…
My baby boy turns three today — where has the time gone? Happy, happy birthday to my big Guy!
Add comment August 14th, 2008
drawing circles around me…
This video of Bob Staake illustrating (in Photoshop 3.0!) completely amazes me. You will never again look at the oval marquee in the same way…
2 comments August 8th, 2008
it’s baaaackkkk…
Gee, the — ahem — vase is back up on ebay. Happy bidding!
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Add comment August 7th, 2008
obviously…
I need to recreate my Wordle after the Duggar post falls off the page…
Add comment August 5th, 2008
demented and sad, but social, right?
You know what makes you feel really, really SUPER old? Hearing a tween rendition of “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” on the Disney Channel. Why? Because now WE’re Carl and Mr. Vernon, and not the brain, athlete, basket case, princess or criminal.
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Add comment August 4th, 2008