What to do, what to do?
Now then, you might be asking what this photo of an entirely too enthusiastic looking young woman has to do with anything, which I can answer thusly;
In general when starting a post I will type a thing, find a correlating image and go from there. Since on this day in particular I didn’t know exactly where to start, I began with a question. The image that came to my mind was ‘shrug’, though when I typed shrug into the Googles, I didn’t get an assortment of people with their shoulders raised as if to gesure “Aayyee, whaddayagonnado?“, but rather an assortment of photos of women with partial sweaters and shirts on.
I have always known of this garment simply as ‘a sorta shirt’, or ‘an unfinished sweater’. I had no idea they had a name all to their own, though in general I have very little knowledge of fashionable items, regardless of what percentage of them is missing.
So to kick things off, I suppose it would be best to dip into the long neglected mail bag.
Loudass Esq. sent me an email with attached images and a request for some of my Photoshop high karate to be applied to them.
I think that you’ll agree it is some of my finest work.
I have a resume in at the Apple store to see if they want me offering any instructification at the Genius Bar®.
It mostly consists of a selection of my portfolio and descriptions of specific times when I have been at a bar being a genius.
And a damn sexy one that that.
Which has been a lot.
In other corners of the mail bag we have some info about a thing by the people who do the stuff with Scum City Racing;
Living up to their name, they also sent me a care package which I am in the process of de-lousing now;
The only reason I got into the web logging racket is for the occasional shipments of high end loot.
Then, in another corner of the mid-west, we have the forth annual Monster Mash alleycat race in Indianapolis, Indianaingham;
The kids be going bananas for some alleycat races.
Quickly while it’s on my mind, I wanted to let folks know that I just had the last word on a question for the ages;
Now let’s get back to business… Some months ago, Brent sent me the image of the following shirt;
Included in the email was no hint of how such a shirt could be procured, so the array of emails I got on the matter went unanswered. (This is not to be confused with the array of other emails that I get that I don’t answer for other reasons). Well fear not, t-shirt hoarders. Brent came back with the info you desire, which can easily be accessed by simply clicking here.
In closing and speaking of products which you can buy and put on your body, I have to announce that the order window for the brand new, and super badass (unless you don’t like them) All Hail The Black Market stretchy clothes closes this coming Monday, October 31st.
That is the same day as All Hallows’ Eve, or if you wish, Jesusween.
Remember, I have all manner of stretchy clothing to choose from, so if a skinsuit, or women’s shorts, or a vest strikes your fancy, I have you covered on all fronts.
I suppose the only thing I have lacking this go around, and a garment I might think to include should I ever chose to go down this road again, would of course be a shrug.
maybe it’s just because i have the sense of humor of an eleven year old boy, but “jesusween” makes me snicker every time.
mmmm… genius bars.
they constitute a perfect balance of nougat and pretension.
Those Jesus cats never fail to bust me up. And if I rode with genius bars,would I be a cyclist instead of a homeless bike bum?
new to me.
I would totally buy a shirt that said:
“Cyclists” are people that train, “people who ride bikes” are homeless.
Got my kit ordered today. Now the only question for proper race ruining attire will be “cheesy Iron Maiden jersey or AHTBM jersey?”. Either is acceptable.