Peeling off the days.

Today is as good as yesterday is as good as tomorrow, but with one important difference. Today is Tuesday which means I have a while lot of mediocrity to throw in your face.

Though I neglected to mention anything about it previoulsy, day before yesterday saw the winter artists mart at ye olde Cabin Tavern;

I wasn’t super sure if I was gonna make it because the weather was gonna be shite, and I don’t much feel like toting all of my junk down for a display, but thankfully my pals Kay and Mackenzie offered me up a spot at the end of their table which I yoinked, and then proceeded to get drunk;

By the way, if the hoodie seems like a snuggle accessory that you’d like to wear, I still have them in the store.

Anyway, it was a banner day with banner people which even afforded me the oppritunity to gush a bit over the work of this guy;

I have an actual photo I took of Jim but apparently had been storing my phone in a vat of Vaseline just before I took the picture, so you’ll just have to trust me that he was there.

Over my time living here in Bellingham, I’d met Jim a few times, but it wasn’t until I stumbled across this book when 2, and 2, and 2, and 2, came together.

You have to understand that in the last five or ten years I’ve developed what I can only describe as face and name blindness. My ability to connect names to people, and people then to the things I would know them for has nearly ceased all together. (I did the podcast with Robot for almost 20 episodes before I realized I was already acquainted with him before we started working together). I knew Jim’s name, and I knew Jim’s work, but for whatever reason didn’t immediately make the connection, but when I did, I was laid flat. The guy has his fingerprints on more media of which I’m intimately familiar than I can begin to catalog, so it was fun to make contact with him under proper circumstances, and the end of the evening, he very generously gifted me this;

For those of you who are familiar, ANSWER ME! was a seminal magazine written and produced by a husband and wife team in the early ’90s whose name I will refrain from typing here. If you know the story, you know the story. He’s spent his life as a bit of a shit magnet, and went so far as to even write a book titled as such. He’s also maybe fallen down a bit of a Nationalist rabbit hole the last few years it would seem, but the thing about him is you never really know what motivates him. He strikes me as a brilliant enigma, and supreme asshole, and one whose radar I would prefer stay well off of. Just the same, I’m excited to have my hands on a copy, and look forward to re-reading it all over again.

I also got the chance to hang out with Jennifer who we first met in this post, and take a long look at her amazing ceramics work;

All in all it was a joy to spend the day with such amazing people, and then I got so hammered I forgot how to order food, which is neither here nor there.

Moving on to other matters, and this is one that actually matters- Some of a few of this site’s readership might be familiar with Doom vests;

They are hand made by this fellow named Steve Fassbinder who also happens to be good at adventuring;

He hasn’t made much to speak of in a number of years, and there were even murmurings that he was never gonna make them again. Two or three years ago I asked him if he’d be maybe be eventually interested in doing a run of AHTBM vests. He told me that when he finished building his house and he got his sewing machines out of storage that I was first in line, but I certainly wasn’t going to hold my breath in the meantime.

Well, the time has finally come and we are in the process of sussing out a design.

Now, obviously I can’t do a huge run of these because they take forever to make, and as such are pretty goddamned expensive. So basically what’s going to happen is that eventually I’ll open an order window long enough to fill 15 spots, and that’ll be that. I’ll post a heads up that the order window will open 24 hours in advance on the various social media channels, as well as this here site, and if you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ll get your foot in the door. Bribes to assist in the facilitation of this will gladly be accepted.

So like I always say, keep your eyes peeled, because after these get made, there will never be a run of them again.

Finally in closing, I’d like to present to you a very brand newest episode of Revolting;

I always say it’s the best one yet, but today I mean it.

At least until tomorrow, which is just day after tomorrow’s yesterday.

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3 Responses to “Peeling off the days.”

  1. roger December 20, 2022 at 12:53 pm #

    Pretty bummed to see you go so easy on Jim Goad. Dude is certified POS.

    For context

    • Stevil December 20, 2022 at 5:12 pm #

      To be fair, I haven’t paid attention to a thing he’s done in well over a decade.

    • JD December 20, 2022 at 9:15 pm #

      Goad’s Redneck Manifesto should be required breading in High School.