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January 2008
January 30, 2008
January 28, 2008
steampunk ... but don't steam clean it
The public voted, then Threadless printed! Orange for guys, light blue for girls, and turquoise for the wee lads and lassies.
January 25, 2008
the return of the pooch
Several months ago mention was made of my past experiments in fusing plump pixels to loopy sonic pastry. That nostalgic paragraph was, sadly, tinted with a rather gloomy, raincloudy hue. But the sun, my children, has broken through! Chooch Martin, having returned from a long intergalactic musical research mission, has emerged from his magic electronica rocket with his low-fi phaser set to "kill". In other words, Pooch Karton is soon to be reborn, revised, relaunched! Stay tuned.
January 23, 2008
You dirty rat!
If you're on Facebook you really ought to be playing PackRat! Really and truly you should be.
Once you've spent about 20 minutes in pursuit of items to swipe, and in pursuit of the rats who have swiped items from you, you'll forget all about those other Facebook apps you've installed. Say good-bye to Monopolyuous, Super Deluxe Blow a Kiss, Which Fishing Lure Are You Most Like?, Playground Drug Pusher, Zombies vs. LOLcats, and Mega Wonderful Chairman Mao Super Wall.
January 21, 2008
Game Over
Uh-oh. The news media is camped on my front lawn. A forgotten transgression from my youth is approaching at 12 o'clock. The film's at eleven. I withdraw!
But fret not, fellow Americans. Even though I'm off the ballot there remain plenty of other far-out presidential candidates who'd dig your vote.
January 18, 2008
Hail to the Chief
A couple of months ago I mentioned a chat room conversation during which the iconmaster made a a quasi-presidential quip regarding yours truly. He was joking. Yet, I figured I couldn't ruin the United States any faster than the other schmoes currently heading to your hometown to shake your hand. I scratched my chin for a day. Maybe two. Maybe a couple of months. "Time for a fact-finding mission!" I finally exclaimed and immediately put my people on it. The results are in and, regardless of the good advice I received, I'm announcing my candidacy. Please join me in learning more about me in this interview already in progress ...
What are your positions?
Sitting. Standing. Running. Jumping. Ducking. Rolling. Lying at rest for a bit and then starting all over again.
Have you noticed that you're a bit late for the primaries?
It's not a problem. I'm plenty early for the tertiaries.
How will you handle immigration?
I say leave the farmers alone! They've got to get water to their crops so let them dig their tiny, watery ditches.
How will you handle the drug problem?
Two chickens in every pot.
What will you do about global warming?
For starters, wear short sleeves.
What's your foreign policy?
$100,000 term life.
Your critics have accused you of pandering. How do you respond?
Untrue. Not even once have I ever acted like a panda. But now that you mention it, if one painted big black rings around one's eyes and chewed a piece of bamboo, one would have an effective yet inexpensive Halloween costume.
So there you have it, good citizens. I'll be on the lookout for stumps upon which to speak. Bring your babies. I'll allay my fear of catching cooties and kiss every one. And if you're one of my friends or acquaintances residing somewhere other than the USA, please excuse this post which likely holds little interest to you. I'm sure that before you can say "fourscore and seven years ago" some forgotten transgression from my youth will be exposed and bring my political ambitions to a screeching halt.
