Do you have a monster that lives in your luggage? I do.
One of the unexpected surprises of not traveling very often is opening up an extra suitcase to see what's been stored in there. My mom used to make these monsters in the late '70s. I think this one was given to my grandmother. I forgot I had him. He deserves to live on my bed-- or under it if that's his preference.
At first I thought: oh how effing sick! Pigeons eating a pile of puke.*
But then I thought: well at least that food didn't go to waste.
*It was a real pile of vomit, I kid you not.
Picture 2 was taken the next day. Apparently there were still some tasty bits.
"There's a Fine Line Between Stupid and Clever" reads the description of the blog cakeyvoice. I'm surprised I hadn't seen Han's blog before today. She is well cleva and best of all-- she knits dead people! I especially like the knitted figures for Dawn of the Dead and Shaun of the Dead .
Absolutely brilliant! Here's a direct link to a Flickr photoset. (via Metafilter.)
well Golliwogg that is. My mother collects golliwoggs and I have a real fondness for them despite their tarnished image. I also have a soft spot for children's educational items. When I saw this card I fell in love.
There are even more delightfully irreverent cards that are part of the The Politically Incorrect Alphabet series by genius* Mark Jones. A is for abortion, C is for cripple, Y is for Yank etc, etc.
I'd point out more of my favorites but I really don't need to draw attention to my fucked up inappropriate character. If you know me, then you probably can make an educated guess.
*by my account anyone with a sense of humor like this is a genius.
