There’s a short list of films that I will stop and watch whenever I happen upon them while flipping through channels.
Clueless is one of them, but not for the obvious Alicia Silverstone and Stacey Dash-shaped reasons.
• It was my suburban American post-’Creep’ introduction to Radiohead, who by 1995 sounded like a completely different band.
• It was my introduction to Paul Rudd, who I have a hetero man-crush on to this day and will watch in almost anything.
• Wallace-f@#king-Shawn
Why Wallace-f@#king-Shawn? Because near the top of that movie list is The Princess Bride. And much of that has to do with Shawn’s role as the “brilliant” Vizzini. But a bunch of other reasons, too. Even surface imperfections like Andre the Giant’s unintelligible mumbling, the cheap set design and the crappy MIDI synthesizer score are actually part of The Princess Bride’s perfection.
So I’m admittedly stoked about ClubMemberWines.com’s latest offering, the “Bottle of Wits” line!
You can get the components parts separately, but also as part of the “Ultimate Princess Bride Fan Pack”, which includes bottles of ‘Inconceivable Cab’ and ‘As You Wish White’, four wine charms, and a non-Ex-Boyfriend t-shirt (boo!), all for the kind of insane price of $100. Iocane powder for the smiting of one’s enemies is not included.
Most of us animal guardians already know this. But it can get frustrating interacting with people who aren’t in the know and just see companion animals as…well, whatever they see them as.
Luckily Chris Piascik & Josh Lafayette at Pets Are Superheroes have us covered. $40 and 1-2 weeks waiting in breathless anticipation will get you incontrovertible proof that your best non-human friend(s) are indeed super. It’s like an Avengers ID card, but fuzzier.
Don’t let the innocent smile fool you: Daryl Hannah is an infrastructural menace!
Or at least that’s what Zimbabwe’s Water Resources Minister says.
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Yeah, an elected official, that real, live people in the 21st century voted for, said that mermaids have delayed the construction of reservoirs by hounding workers away. Naturally!
And equally obvious was Minister Nkomo’s solution to the problem — apparently the only way to evict the fishy ladies is “to brew traditional beer and carry out any rites to appease the spirits.”
“Any rites”? Seems scientific enough. I mean, involving beer is a no-brainer, but the rites are kinda up in the air. My suggestion? Just shrug your shoulders a lot while drinking the beer — after all, that’s probably how Minister Nkomo came up with this plan in the first place. Zing!
There are a lot of directions I could go in with this post. But I worry about alienating those of you with kids and/or drinking problems (though they usually go hand-in-hand, don’t they?)
And really, the picture says it all, and by “it all”, I mean “babies love getting loaded on chocolate-covered whiskey.”
This is the teaser for Volkswagen’s Super Bowl commercial. Outside of the the beaver saving the motorist commercial, the best ad from 2011 was easily the “kid Vader” one Volkswagen put out. This might beat it:
I actually had a really cramazing Thirsty Thursday post lined up for today, but it’ll have to wait until next week — I have an exciting announcement to make (well, two actually):
The full video won’t be up on Hulu until next week, but rest assured, it will be embedded ASAP (provided Congress doesn’t destroy the internet between now and then). There’s something vaguely satisfying about Jimmy passing his GED test while wearing one of my tees…
But even MORE exciting than this teeny-tiny step up the ladder of fame is the addition of ART PRINTS to the Ex-Boyfriend product line! While a limited selection to start, I hope to be able to add to the collection of available art prints in the future. Each 11″ x 17″ print is digitally reproduced on 100 lb. glossy cover stock, ships for FREE in sturdy cardboard shipping tubes, and is guaranteed to get you mad high-fives & fist-bumps at your next dinner party (if your dinner parties are typically held at the Jersey Shore. And if they are, the high-fives might be for your delicious rum-ham.)
In my first industry-related design job out of school, I designed t-shirts for a local commercial screen print shop. Most of the stuff I did was for local small businesses and churches and schools. You know, crappy, unimaginative one-color stuff featuring a lot of clip art, Comic Sans, and Bible verses — and almost always on white tees.
Occasionally though, I’d get a project with multiple colors and more complex designs, which I was then directed by salespeople to quickly replicate or mimic with fewer colors. I’d hear things like “reproduce this EXACTLY…but use two colors instead of four, and we need it to print and ship tomorrow, so I need a mock-up to send for the client’s approval in 30 minutes.” In the Art Room, this became shortened to “you know, use the Photoshop button.”
“The Photoshop button” was the magical, mythical, non-existent cure-all button that non-designers are convinced exists in reality — they just never see it action. As though we artists just hang out by the water cooler with unicorns and yetis discussing sports and politics until we hear salespeople down the hallway and everyone disappears and/or “fakes” working hard to avoid getting handed new projects.
This is only tangentially related to the video below, but any time I hear or see something advertising the wonders of Photoshop, I always pause for a split-second and ask myself, “I wonder if the version they’re using came with a Photoshop button?”
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