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serial hook = I’m too busy to blog
commentary = this is tough one… anyone?…. one…
singular sensation… every steee..uhh…
*slaps self*
*jazz squares out of room*
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Tag Archives: graphic design
mundaneday
I like the new(ish) Pevely Dairy identity… but every time I see one of their trucks / billboards – all I can think of is how someone needs to sneak around and draw Katamari Balls into the layouts.
I know – that’s not terribly profound for a Monday morning.
Chad’s been gone all weekend up in PA for his (new) nephew’s christening…
Kevin and I cleaned….. a lot.
Went to Jeff Plunk’s (owner of JJ’s Clubhouse) birthday party with boo-boo Brawley…
that’s about chicken.
the devil you say?
So if I went out of my way to find a supplier who sold trash containers that come in different colors, (yet were all the same)…. and then design and fabricate vinyl labels for said trash cans to label them… would that mean I’m O.C.D. as well or just really pissy?
I think I’ve finally lost it.
Because,… well.. this side of snuggles, venution love pods, molded plywood furniture, oral sex and old Duran Duran singles…. these make me happy.
Like crazy happy… Like I take out the recycling just so I can gaze upon at their clean, ordered simplicity sitting in the carport. I drag friends out to show them… they give me the same nervous nods of approval as when I got the Dyson and felt compelled to demonstrate it to anyone fool enough to walk through our front door. (“Wow… he’s really lost it this time.”)
It’s a longing I started to articulate a while back after we ate at the Contemporary Art Museum.
Now if I can just apply this to everything else.
An uphill battle… I live with and love two clutterbugs…. The score last I checked: YINS: 1 YANGS: 2
Did anyone else notice it’s 06/06/06 today?
I know biblical scholars have discovered that “666” has been inaccurate all these years and it’s really more like “333”…. so that means today doesn’t really mean very much unless you’re Ozzy Osborne….. Nonetheless, I think I’m going to enjoy making my christian coworkers nervous today by pointing out the date.
The Devilâ„¢ can be found wherever you want to project him.
A specific date.
Rock music.
Dancing.
A flank steak.
A chicken.
tickle
What’s with that smell that happens when you put a bunch of packaged candy together?
I used to enjoy sticking my head in my trick-or-treat bag and smelling the mix after raiding the neighborhood as a kid.
They’ve established that odors can be some of the strongest of memory triggers…. I believe it… Walking through the Halloween candy section at Target always throws me into a nostalgia fugue.
That is until I get distracted by the damn cute graphics that Target is notorious for.
This year’s Halloween displays are especially super-cool.
They tickle me.
I don’t blog.